#but then a few weeks ago i decided id actually check it out

[bugsinthebayou]

HI IM SPAMTON'S HOST YOU ALSO LIKE SONIC PLEASE TALK TO ME ABOUT SONIC

HI HI HI HELLO I LOVE SONIC

[areyouwell]

Hi!!! I really love your work- photophobia is my favorite piece of fanfiction ever!!

I don't know if your requests are still open but if they are and you feel inspired I'd like to request a one-shot where Logan and reader are caught having sex by a member of the x-men (you can decide who!!) I'd love to see your take on it <3

Like Animals

Pairing: Logan Howlett x Mutant!F!Reader

Warnings: MDNI

Word count: 3.4k

A/N: im sorry this took so long ;-; work's been driving me crazy and i've been creatively constipated BUT i really liked this request and ngl i was laughing to myself when writing it hehehe. also not sure if this counts as a oneshot or a drabble since it's kinda short but i hope this is what you had in mind!

Taglist: @fries11 (i had a taglist for Phobophobia but this is a more general one if anyone wants to be on it lmk <3)

How many steps could one person do in a single day? It was a question you idly entertained whilst pacing across the floor of the kitchen, having been asked to politely remove yourself from movie night by a mildly irritated Kitty when you were unable to sit still. You’d spent most of your day like this. Anxiously, mindlessly marching from place to place, your body humming with anticipation since yesterday evening. 

It was the longest you and Logan had been apart since the start of your relationship a year and a half ago, and fuck you missed him. It had been roughly three weeks since he’d left, Charles trusting him with gathering intel on some new fucked up mutant slave trade just south of the school. He’d called you, of course he had, and you knew it was purely just to hear your voice, but his calls were few and far between. He was busy, incredibly busy. And whilst you tried to keep yourself busy too, it was hard not to think about him constantly. Not to wonder how he was doing, whether he was okay. If he missed you just as much as you missed him.

But you were pacing because he was supposed to be coming home today. Supposed to, if everything had gone well. Scott was almost as excited as you were, but only because he was happy to finally have his bike back. He was almost inconsolable when he went into the garage to see his prized possession had once again been stolen, and you tried everything you could to hide your amused grin. It was so typical of him, for his last act before he was gone for three weeks to be something that would piss off Scott. 

Fuck you loved him. 

You checked the clock on the wall for the thirtieth time that minute, the hands mocking you with the rhythmic clicking. Quarter past nine. He was supposed to be back an hour ago. Hence the anxious pacing. You resisted the urge to call him, hoping that maybe the traffic was just bad, or he got held up for some reason. He was okay. Of course he was okay. This was Logan you were thinking about. He was always okay. He had to be okay. 

Your teeth gnawed on your bottom lip cursing lowly as you didn’t focus on where you were going and smacked your hip into the corner of the table. If only he knew the things he id to you when he was away. 

With a brief pause, you debated whether or not to go back to movie night. Whilst you had no idea what was happening onscreen, being unable to focus, you think you could understand the fairly basic premise of Night at the Museum. Some guy spends a night at a museum. How complex could that actually be? But remembering Kitty’s flat stare of knowing, you thought better of it. She’d been helpful in distracting you for the last three weeks, but clearly, you’d worn down her patience. Not that you could blame the girl. She called you out for being too codependent on him, and whilst at the time you refuted the claim, you couldn’t help thinking she may have had a point. Maybe.

You weren’t codependent. You just loved him. A lot. Enough to constantly be by his side every minute of every day. And it wasn’t like he was any different. 

Another minute ticked by and you clenched your jaw. Had he gotten lost or something? Why was he making you wait longer than you needed to? Of course it wasn’t deliberate, even if he wanted to, you don’t think he had the strength to do that, deprive you both of the other’s presence, but he really picked a time to be an hour late. 

You crossed to the window, pulling back the curtain for the umpteenth time and waiting for longer than you should for the peek of headlights around the drive. But there was nothing. Just the moonlit grass and silhouette of trees. You huffed, throwing the curtain back into place. Footsteps echoed through the hallway towards the kitchen, and you dragged a hand down your face. 

“I’m fine, Scott. Just… getting kinda worried now. He should have been back an hour ago.” You couldn’t help pulling back the curtain again, as if anything would have changed in the last twenty seconds. 

“Scott? Seriously?”

Oh. That was not Scott. 

You whipped around, heart soaring as you knew that voice instantly. You could be deaf and still know the sound of his voice. Your lips split into a broad grin as you saw Logan standing in the doorway, arms folded across his chest, brow raised with a wry smile pulling at his lips. 

“Logan!” You beamed, racing across the room to all but tackle him. He dropped his leather bag to the floor, wrapping his arms around around your middle, spinning with the momentum of your jump. Your legs anchored around his waist, ankles locking at the small of his back as you let yourself bask in his presence, inhaling the familiar scent of cigars and wood smoke. 

“Hi darlin’. Sorry ‘m late.” He breathed, tightening his hold on you more for comfort than anything else. The tightness in his chest finally eased with the feeling of having you back in his arms. Logan always thought of himself as a lone wolf. An outsider. Someone who didn’t need anybody else. That was until he met you and fell absolutely head over heels. Now he could barely stand to be on his own for longer than five minutes before he’d find himself sorely missing your presence. So the last three weeks had been as torturous for him as they had been for you. 

Removing your face from the crook of his neck, you schooled your expression into a scowl. “Where the fuck have you been? An hour, Logan. I haven���t seen you in three weeks and you make me wait another hour?!”

He rolled his eyes at your dramatics, smirking as your furrowed brows deepened. “Roads were closed. Fuckin’ tree blocked the way so I had to turn back n’ find another way round.” He explained, and you reluctantly accepted it. “Not that you missed me or anythin’.”

“Me? Miss you?” you quirked a brow, your scowl dissolving into a mischievous smirk. “In your dreams, Howlett.”

Before he had a chance to quip back, you wrapped your arms around his neck, clinging tight as your lips crashed into his, dragging a quiet groan from his throat as he tasted longing passion on your tongue. His hands slid from your back to your thighs and oh how you missed the way he would grip them, leaving little purple bruises where he dug his fingers into your soft flesh. 

Your brows pinched as he shifted to pin you against the wall, palms kneading your ass whilst he ground his rapidly hardening cock against your clothed heat. You whimpered lightly as his touches became desperate, your teeth tugging at his bottom lip, eliciting a sharp gasp from the depths of his chest. Shifting from his neck, your nails dug into the hard muscles of his shoulders, leaving little crescent dents across the sinewy skin before you the brown flannel from his arms. It was barely clinging on anyway, so why not assist the fall?

“Where’s everyone?” He ground, lips fanning against your lower jaw as he moved to pepper tingling kisses and aching bruises along the column of your neck, his teeth scraping the sensitive skin above your pulse point. You angled your head to the side, allowing him easier access, the scuff of his beard scratching deliciously against the hollow of your throat.

“Movie night– Logan…!” you gasped his name as quietly as you could when his hands left the plush of your ass, using your grip around his waist and the wall to hold you aloft whilst he pawed and kneaded at your breasts through your t-shirt, braless nipples hardening almost instantly. He pinched the pebble through the fabric, tugging slightly and silencing your whine with a burning kiss, hungrily devouring your mouth before you alerted anyone in the living room to the new show playing in the kitchen. 

He growled a gravelly “Good” against your lips, removing your arms from his shoulders to raise above your head, pulling your shirt up and off in a hurried frenzy, almost snarling to himself as you bared yourself for him. You shivered slightly, though not from the cold, quite the opposite. The heat radiating off him kept you warm as you scrabbled to return the favour, your nails scratching at his naval before pulling up the white singlet and discarding it to the ground alongside your own shirt. Your hands fell to his belt, his mouth delivering little bites to your collarbone. Fuck, you needed him now. You needed him yesterday. Hell, you needed him the day he left, because fucking yourself with your fingers wearing his flannel was nothing in comparison to the ecstasy of fucking yourself on his cock. 

“Need you,” you breathed, popping open the button atop his jeans and pulling down the zipper over the incredibly obvious and likely extremely uncomfortable tent in his pants. Logan groaned slightly against your neck in relief, the tip of his cock pulsing and leaking with need. He hadn’t been this desperate for you since–

What the fuck was he saying? He was always desperate for you. In any way, shape or form. For whatever you were willing to give him. Though, luckily enough, you were usually willing to give him everything. 

“Fuck princess, ‘can smell you. Smell so fuckin’ good.” he growled directly into your ear, hot breath sending shivers down your spine. You really didn’t care that you were in the kitchen, nor did you care when he carefully tore through the crotch of your sweatpants with a single claw. Your arousal clouded his senses, the sweet scent of need making his hips buck into you. Especially when he dipped his hand through the tear to find you were naked beneath. “No underwear? You did miss me.” He grinned the same smile as a predator, and you clamped your lips together to stop your own disobedient smile. 

“‘Was in my pyjamas… at least, they were my pyjamas.” You hissed, brows pinching as a curious, delicate finger softly grazed through your slick folds, gathering your dewy arousal on the tip of his fingers before bringing them up to his mouth. A carnal groan rumbled from his chest as he tasted you, his eyes rolling before they closed. Your mouth fell open, chest rising and falling in rapid pants as one of your hands shoved the elastic of his briefs down below his hips, just far enough for his desperate cock to spring from his confines. 

“Impatient?” He smirked darkly as you attempted to grind against him, having to clench your jaw to stop yourself from whining. You shot him an equally wicked look, earning yourself a brow raise before his jaw slackened, your hand circling his length in a tight palm, jerking him from base to tip and using your thumb to slather the head of his cock in his own yearning. He bucked into your hand, a gasp flying from his lips before you slid him through the tear in your sweatpants. But before you could coerce him to drive home, he pulled you from the wall. 

With a small squeak of surprise, your nails clung to his back, tearing angry marks up his spine as he set you back down on the table, leaning over you until you were lying against the solid wood. 

“Say you missed me,” he growled with a smile, clearly deriving pleasure from the way you huffed in frustration. You only responded by raising your hips into his, grinding your now-soaked crotch against his throbbing cock. “C’mon baby, just say it, ‘n I’ll give you everything you want.” he bargained, though finding it incredibly difficult to deny you. He grunted a soft curse when you locked your legs tighter around his waist, forcing his sensitive tip to graze through your aching heat. Fuck he wanted you. But at the same time, he really wanted to hear you say it. “C’mooon, say you missed me. Can’t really deny it.”

“Fuck, yes I missed you. Of course I missed you. Now fuck me already!” You spat through gritted teeth, but he still didn’t claim you the way you wanted him to. 

“How much?”

“Logan?!”

“How much? How much did you miss me?” He grinned and you groaned in frustration. Trust him to find the worst times to wind you up. With a deep breath, you leaned up, holding both sides of his neck as you took the shell of his ear between your teeth. 

“I fucked myself wearing your clothes, whining your name, imagining my fingers were your fingers. Imagining that stupid silicon cock was your cock. That’s how much I missed you.” You whispered, earning yourself a needy groan from the man above you. 

His hips moved as if they had a mind of their own, his hand guiding himself through the ruins of your sweatpants to sink into your leaking cunt, and you both gasped airily at the sensation. Incrementally, Logan pushed inside you, savouring the pulse of your silken walls, the pitch of your trapped whines behind a wall of teeth and lips. Oh how he wanted to hear you, but somewhere in the back of his pleasure-addles mind, he was glad you were keeping quiet. At least one of you was still aware of the time and place. 

Slowly he bottomed out, pressing the coarse hairs of his pelvis against your clit. Taking your hand in his, he trapped it by the side of your head, knuckled turning white as he fought to resist the urge to cum there and then. You felt so fucking good. How did you always feel so fucking good?

“F-fuck, Logan… move.” You hissed, your hips undulating in desperate pumps as you attempted to get him to do something other than just fill you. It felt incredible, but you needed more. What you didn’t realise was that he was hypersensitive. He’d been without you for the last three weeks, with nothing but your voice on the other side of his phone and his own fist to satisfy his craving for you. And it did nothing but make it worse. Did nothing but make him harder for you. 

“Easy, princess. Not– fuck… not goin’ anywhere.” He swore as you deliberately clenched around him, slowly pulling back until only his tip was submerged in your heat, before pushing back in, having to sink his teeth into the meat of your shoulder to muffle his loud groan of ecstasy. You clawed at his closed fist, sharp nails digging into the three spaces where his claws would slide out—an unknown erogenous zone.

Until now.

His cock jumped inside you, shivers of pure electric honey quivering down his spine as he slammed his hips into yours, momentarily losing control of himself. “Shit… shit! Fuck that was– what did you–” 

You did it again, watching his features fall completely slack, mouth agape as he bucked into you uncontrollably, as if searching for a deeper place to reach. Your chest inflated with a sharp gasp as the leaking, throbbing tip of his cock brushed that little bundle of pleasure nestled inside your walls, the tight leash you were holding on your voice loosening slightly as he thrust into you sharply, having found just the right angle. 

“Yes… fuck, yeah, there, right– shit, right there!” Your eyes fluttered closed, your body set alight as he set a determined pace, the table shifting slightly with each delicious thrust, your ecstasy climbing higher and higher and you let yourself be completely consumed by pleasure. 

“Yeah?” he growled, gasping into the side of your neck as your other hand scratched up his back as if you were trying to get past his regeneration and leave lingering marks. He loved it when you got rough, it drove him fucking crazy when you tried to leave your marks on him. There were times he hated his mutation for that because nothing would push him higher than knowing he could look in the mirror and see your desperation sucked into his neck or torn into his back. 

“Fuck! Logan, I–”

“Are you fucking serious?!”

At the first sound of a foreign voice outside of your bubble of rapture, your mutation flared, blinking both you and Logan out of sight. Though, if you could teleport, that would have been a whole lot more beneficial. Because now poor Scott had to bear witness to your spontaneous kitchen table tryst. 

Had to bear witness to Logan’s bare ass. You almost wished you had his perspective…

“Maybe he didn’t see us…” you whispered as quietly as you could, and though you couldn’t see Logan smile, you knew he was grinning from ear to ear. 

“I wouldn’t hold out hope.”

“I can fucking hear you. On the table? Seriously? Everyone eats there. I eat there!” He lamented, and you craned your neck to see he’d covered his already covered eyes with his hands, his face a nice shade of bright pink. 

“Like you and Jean are any more discrete in the danger room, Summers.” Logan barked, and you snorted a laugh which quickly turned into a gasp when he shifted slightly. You couldn’t even hide the way your cunt pulsed the moment you heard him walk in, and you knew Logan would have given you a look of intrigue. 

“That’s not– You’re still going?!”

“You kinda walked in at a bad time.” You could hear just how hard Logan was trying to keep his shit together whilst still being under the influence of your arousal, like a siren to a sailor. 

“Exactly. It’s rude to walk in on a lady without knocking, I could have been naked!” You bit your lip to stop yourself from moaning aloud as Logan shifted again, deliberately this time. Oh, how you wished you could see his face right now. 

“In the kitchen?!” 

You snorted a laugh, earning a low groan from Logan as your walls convulsed around his cock, your thighs tightening around his waist. You could almost hear his teeth grind together as he continued his battle to stop from pounding into you there and then. 

“You might wanna go, Scott. Logan’s getting impatient.”

“You can’t even see him, how’d you kn– OH FUCK’S SAKE!”  He huffed, turning on his heel and storming from the room, no doubt to tell Kitty and Ororo he’d just caught the two of you fucking like animals on the kitchen table. 

When you were certain he was gone, you released your grip on your mutation and the visage of Logan’s sweat-slicked face greeted you, a crooked grin pulling at his lips. 

“You liked that, didn’t you?” He asked lowly, nipping at your jaw. “Could feel you gushin’ around me, princess. You liked it when he walked in. You liked it when we got caught.” Feeling boneless, Logan pulled you up with him as he stood, sliding his still-hard cock from your twitching cunt. 

“Shut up…” You mumbled, attempting to latch your lips to his. But he pulled back from you, that same shit-eating grin still shining. With a huff, you hopped off the table, stooping to snatch your t-shirt from the ground. 

“My little exhibitionist. Who knew?” Logan wrapped his arms around your naked waist and you leaned back into his chest, your teeth sinking into your lower lip as you felt his cock press against your ass. “‘M not against extending invitations. Just to watch. Nobody gets to touch you but me.” He growled, a possessive edge cutting into his tone, one that made you slightly weak at the knees, as if you weren’t already struggling to stand. A fresh wave of arousal curled in your lower gut, and you turned in his arms, eyes like heated coals.

“Bedroom. Now.”

“Just the two of us?”

“Now, Logan!”

With a dark chuckle, he bent to pick you up, hands braced against the backs of your thighs much like he had when he first walked in. 

“Yes ma’am.” He murmured, before finally letting you capture his mouth with your own, teeth clashing and tongues dancing as he blindly carried you up to bed to finish what you both started. 

[annabelle--cane]

so imagine you're me. and you go to university. and on tuesday the twenty-fourth of september at around 11am you get an email saying that you have a package to pick up at your dorm area's mail desk (let's call this desk A). and you think "hmm, that's weird" because you did not order anything and currently only two people have your exact address and they also didn't send you anything. so your immediate thought is "maybe this is Stalker Dad" because Stalker Dad has a history of finding out the addresses of where you live and sending you things. and you think "hhhhhhh. hopefully it's at least something fun like a chocolate box or whatever."

so you go about the rest of your day and then go to the mail desk at around 8:30pm. and the guy at the desk says there are actually TWO packages. one is a vote by mail application, and that makes sense, it has clearly been redirected from one of your old campus addresses, he gives it to you, that's fine. the other was accidentally sent to the wrong desk (let's call this desk B) in a building that's half a mile away. the guy at the desk says you can either go get it now or wait the four days it'll take to get redirected back to desk A. you want to get this done now and you're also maybe a little bit obsessed with finding out what the damn package actually is. you go to desk B, you scan your ID card, the guy at the desk looks for your package, comes back, reviews something on his computer, and says they actually already sent it back to desk A, and you can either wait for an email alerting you that it's arrived or just check back in four days.

four days pass. it is now friday the twenty-seventh. you go back to desk A. you scan your ID card. the girl at the desk says "ah, sorry, it looks like your package got rerouted to desk B, you can go pick it up from there if you want." you say yes. I know it got rerouted to desk B. they told me a few days ago that they had already sent it. the girl at the desk says "hmm. it might need another day, I'd say to wait to get an email about it."

a calendar week passes. it is now friday the fourth of october. you have received no email about the mystery package. you go back to desk A, you scan your card, the girl at the desk says "ah, sorry, it's at desk B, it will take a few days to get rerouted." you inform her of the last two weeks' events and she says "oh I'm so sorry it should not be taking this long, some weird glitch must have happened." she tells you that the rerouted packages from the last week were all delivered that morning and yours was not among them, your package was logged at desk B as being medium sized so it can't have been some error where they counted the vote by mail application twice, and that it didn't scan right at desk B so they don't even know which mail carrying service delivered it, and knowing that would have at least given you a vague clue as to the contents. she tells you your best shot is to go check desk B again.

so you go about the rest of your day and then go to desk B at around 5:30pm. you scan your ID card, the girls at the desk say there was a package but they sent it on to desk A. you say "well here's the thing--" and tell all. they say "what the fuck." all four of them crowd around a single computer screen to figure out what the hell is going on. one of them goes into the mail room to physically look but comes back empty handed. "the thing is," they say, "is that if there were two packages then you should have gotten two emails, you're sure you only got one?" you're definitely sure, and there are definitely two packages logged on their side. they don't know how this could have happened. they say the last thing recorded is that after spending too long in the system without being picked up, it got sent to the main desk of your campus (let's call this desk C), and that usually means that it then got returned to sender from there.

you go back to your dorm room. you decide to make one last attempt. you call desk C, because it is a mile away and you cannot be bothered to physically go there unless you know you will return victorious. the guy on the phone has you hold while he searches up your name for a suspiciously long time, and then he says that yes, there were two packages, and they entered the system ten days ago, and one got sent on there and then returned to sender. he then says that a third package was registered at desk B earlier that day, but then adds that that was just the mystery package getting pinged again for some reason and nothing is actually there. you end the call.

your mystery delivery existed, at no point was it possible for you to pick it up, it never got scanned correctly, and it is now Gone Forever. no one on da planet earth knows what this thing was. you don't even know if it was actually from Stalker Dad or something much, much weirder. you immediately burst into flames and die.

[angels-fantasy]

Top Secret Fiction Ch. 4

Farmers Market

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Description: After meeting the one and only pro hero Dynamight on a dating app, you two begin to see each other. Because of the dangers that come with his hero work, you both promise to be completely honest with each other from the beginning; though you can't help but keep one big secret from him.

You write fan fiction, mostly about him.

Chapter Details: nothing crazy. another date, katsuki being sweet, reader uses their quirk

Word Count: 1.4k

previous chapter

It's been about two weeks since you went on your date with Bakugou and you haven't seen him since, unfortunately. But it was for good reason - his hero work.

Going into this, you knew he'd be extremely busy, but you didn't think he'd be this busy. But you could understand it. Though something you did appreciate was the fact that he did make time to talk to you on the phone and would let you know when he'd have to go hours without talking.

In these past two weeks you also thought about his serious talk with you, about honesty.

Guilt ate away at you every time you started writing or even thought about it, which made it harder to stay active on your writing account.

Your secret really wasn't that big of a deal, but it was still a secret. Fan fiction was also something that had a bad reputation among people who didn't read it, so who knows how Bakugou felt about it.

Your phone ringing broke you out of your thoughts.

Looking at the caller ID, you saw that it was Bakugou. Smiling, you answered it and said "Hi Bakugou!"

"Hey, you busy right now?" He asked.

You looked around your room, as if that'd give you an answer. "Uh no, why?"

"Good. Can you be ready in like - thirty minutes? I'm free for the rest of the day and I wanna hangout now that I actually have time."

How sweet.

"Yeah I'll be ready by then. Are we meeting somewhere?"

"No, I'm picking you up."

"'Kay, see you then. Bye!"

"Bye."

Hanging up, you squealed into your pillow and then looked at the time. It was only 3:00 pm, so you'd have to be ready by 3:30.

As you rushed to get ready you wondered where Bakugou was taking you. He didn't say you had to dress a certain way, so you went for a casual and comfortable outfit.

He didn't seem like the type to take you somewhere extravagant randomly, so you were sure it'd be somewhere that was pretty relaxed.

After getting ready you noticed you had a few minutes left to spare so you decided to go check on the plants you had around your home.

You had about three plants in your home, all of them ranging from different sizes and types. You didn't have many plants in your home because you already had many at your work place.

You attended to each of your plants needs after they had told you what it is they wanted. One wanted more sunlight, the other was thirsty, and one was just fine.

You looked at your phone to check if Bakugou had texted you, and luckily he did. He had sent a text saying he was outside waiting for you.

You smiled and slipped your shoes on, saying bye to Cheerios and your plants like you always did.

Sliding into the passenger seat you said, "Hey stranger. How've you been?"

He smiled lightly, "Sorry I haven't been able to see you. Work keeps me busy but I'm good, you?"

"I get it. I've been good too though. Has anything interesting happened at work?"

Bakugou brought a hand up to his jaw and stroked it while he thought. "Eh, nothing major. I did stop a bank robbery with Red Riot a few days ago though."

You gasped and turned to him, "A whole bank robbery? I feel like that's such a stereotypical situation... you know? Like, you just see it in movies all the time."

"I know, which is why people usually don't attempt to rob a whole bank" He laughed, "But clearly these guys were idiots."

You laughed at that. "I can't even imagine trying to rob a bank. I mean - where would you even start?

The two of you continued to talk on the way to your destination, which he actually told you about this time. He said that there was a farmers market happening nearby and he actually went there pretty often, so he thought he should invite you along with him which you thought was sweet.

When you arrived it was just as you expected and it seemed to be quite busy.

"Wow I can't believe I've never been here before! The decorations are so cute." You said in awe, once you both started walking around.

"You wanna go get food? There's this old dude that sells the best takoyaki at his stand." Bakugou said as you two walked through the crowd.

You nodded, "Yeah I'm down. Takoyaki sounds really good right now - oh and after can we stop at that stand?" You asked, pointing to a stand that was selling crocheted stuffed animals.

He nodded and then held out a hand, "So you don't get lost in the crowd."

Yeah right.

You smiled and grabbed his hand, letting him lead the way to the takoyaki stand. Once you got there you met the old man he mentioned and talked to him for a bit. You found out that he made the takoyaki himself and he'd been doing it for over thirty years!

When it came to paying, Bakugou kept insisting that he would pay for your food but you stood your ground and told him you were just fine paying for your own.

He grumbled about it for a while after but eventually got over it. You two then went over to the stand you mentioned earlier, and looked at the stuffed animals for sale.

"They're so cute! I think I'm gonna buy one." You said to Bakugou.

He hummed, "You should get that one." and pointed to a white jumbo bunny wearing pink overalls.

"You're so right." You said and placed your food down so you could grab the bunny and check for a price tag.

Your eyes widened at the price.

"This thing is sixty bucks!" You whispered to him.

"What? Lemme see." He said and grabbed the bunny from you to look at the tag. His eyebrows raised a bit at the price. "Tsk, I can make this shit myself."

"You crochet?" You asked.

"Sometimes..." He said and looked away.

You laughed and then grabbed the bunny back from him. "Well, I guess it's goodbye bunny. You're just too expensive." You said and sadly put the bunny back where it once was, making sure to grab your takoyaki.

"Wanna go sit under that tree?" You asked and pointed to a large tree with a bench underneath it.

Bakugou nodded and you began making your way over to the bench.

Once you got there you both continued to eat your food in a comfortable silence. Looking up at the tree, you used your quirk and listened.

"This tree has seen a lot of things." You smiled.

"Whaddya mean?" He asked around his food.

"My quirk. I just used it and listened to the tree. She said she's seen a lot of interesting things in this spot, good and bad." You said and listened some more, "Proposals are the most common."

Bakugou smiled, "The tree really said all that?"

"Yeah! Trees have such interesting stories because they've been around so long." You said excitedly.

He looked up at the tree, "I guess I never thought about it like that."

After some more talking and eating, Bakugou offered to throw away your trash for you, which you accepted. He told you to wait at the bench for him, so you did.

It was taking him a bit longer than you thought it would so you began to worry a bit. As you were biting your lip in thought, a touch on your shoulder made you jump.

"Didn't mean to scare ya."

You placed a hand on your chest, "Jeez! You walk so quietly I didn't hear anything."

Bakugou smirked, "Here, I got you something."

He handed you a large, brown paper bag and watched as you looked inside.

"The bunny!" You gasped and pulled it out of the bag. "But it was so expensive, why did you buy this?!"

He shrugged, "You wanted it, and I guess it's okay to look at."

You looked at the bunny intensely and rubbed its head.

"It's so cute... Thank you so much." You said.

"It's not problem, just make sure to name it after me." He joked.

You clicked your tongue and smacked him with the bunny.

...

You guys had ended up spending the rest of the day together, finally leaving the farmers market around 8:30 pm.

When Bakugou pulled up to your house, you hesitated before getting out.

"You good?" He asked.

"Yeah, um. Do you wanna come inside?" You asked quietly.

He smiled the widest you've ever seen him smile and said, "Yeah. Will your plants be okay with it?"

"Har har." You said while rolling your eyes and got out the car, leading him into your house.

next chapter

authors note

sorry for the little cliff hanger :3

also, here's the bunny katsuki bought reader

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[queer-irritator]

Drive Max Disaster | Wade Wilson x Fem!GN! Reader

Content warnings: Language, misgendering, alcohol, fluff <3 <3 Word count: 3,479

Synopsis: Reader is weighed down by the cost of living and needs to find a second job. Luckily, the Drive Max has an opening for an assistant! 

a/n: Hello lovelies! I have so many ideas for Wade/Deadpool swirling around in my head, so here is one of said ideas. Of course I did not proofread. This is also my first time writing Wade so let me know your thoughts!!

You sighed in frustration, looking helplessly at your overdue bills on your laptop. Despite working 50 hour weeks, it’s somehow not enough to satisfy the greedy hands of capitalism. You needed a second job. To spare your pride from any more damage, you close the tab where your debt stares into your soul and start looking for some easy-going jobs. 

To your disappointment, there were not very many options for part-time jobs. You applied to a few assistant and receptionist positions and decided to treat yourself to a freezer burnt fudge popsicle for all your hard work. 

The next morning you were awoken by your phone’s ringtone. You groaned, of course someone would be calling you on your one day off. Without checking the caller ID, you answered groggily. 

Your eyes shot open when you heard a man on the other line mention your application for an assistant at the local used car dealership. You sat up and put on your best professional voice and secured an interview the same day. 

It wasn’t long until you were stepping out of a taxi in front of the dealership, wearing your nicest business-casual clothes and confidently walking into the building. 

An older man who was balding, and what hair was left around his head was pure white, with a matching white mustache approached you.

“Welcome to Drive Max! My name is Cameron, can I get you some refreshments?” 

You put on your sweetest smile, “Hi, Cameron. I’m actually here for an interview for the assistant position.” 

“Oh, of course! Silly me. I’m going to fetch Peter, our manager and he’ll be conducting your interview.” The man concluded your conversation while showing you to a small office to wait in. 

You waited for about 15 minutes before a man, presumably Peter, entered the room looking slightly flustered. 

“Hi, sorry about the wait.” The man rambled on about how business was booming and some other bullshit to make his establishment seem like the perfect place to work. 

The interview was nothing different than any other than the management seeming more flustered and desperate for help than usual. You did some negotiation with Peter and came to an agreement which included a $3,000 sign-on bonus if you did your paperwork today. 

So, there you were. Sat alone in the office Peter was with you moments ago, filling out the most repetitive paperwork you’ve ever read. 

A commotion from the front room tore your concentration from the papers before you. You lifted your head and could see a few figures moving around through the blinds.There was also muffled talking, but you couldn’t make out any words. 

Suddenly the talking stopped and one of the figures was coming towards the room you were in. Quickly, you sat back down and acted as if you had been minding your own business the entire time. The door to the office swung open and a man with scarred skin and a very obvious toupee made direct eye contact with you. 

“You’re the new assistant?” He questioned you.

“... Yes.” You cautiously answered his question.

The man moaned dramatically in relief, “Thank GOD. We have to go get burritos right now.” 

You couldn’t hold back the puzzled look on your face, “Oh, uhm… I don’t think… I haven’t started working here yet.” 

The man chuckled, “For 3k you do.” 

You couldn’t help your jaw dropping slightly. How did this man know all of the details of your employment? Maybe he was the owner…

“Yes, sir.” You put your pen down and followed the man through to lobby. 

He attempted to whisper to Peter, but he didn’t lower the volume of his voice at all, “I like this one.” 

You couldn’t begin to comprehend what you had gotten yourself into. 

The man, who had finally introduced himself as Wade Wilson, led you to a car and tossed some keys at you.

“I call shotgun!” he yelled, diving into the passenger seat. 

You narrowly caught the keys and entered the car, starting it. 

“So, where are we going?” You asked as you adjusted the mirrors and the seat to be more comfortable. 

The man shrugged, “I usually just drive around until I find somewhere that sells food.”

“Okay… how about we use Google?” You proposed, taking out your phone and looking up some Mexican restaurants nearby. 

While you glanced over some reviews, Wade began messing with the car radio. Eventually he landed on “Angel of the Morning” and cranked the volume as high as it could go as he began to sing along. 

You looked to Wade, dumbfounded. This really must be some big wig’s son or ridiculously rich for this man to have a job, anywhere. You sighed and put the directions up on your phone and started the drive. 

The blaring music was beginning to give you a headache and you’d only been driving for 2 minutes. You decided rolling down the windows would, hopefully, make the rest of the drive slightly more bearable. But you were very wrong. The moment you rolled down the passenger side window, Wade began to climb out and sit in the window, still belting out to the next song that was playing. 

“Oh my fucking god.” You mumbled to yourself, flicking your eyes between the road and the man half out the window. You turned down the music and tugged on his pants, “Get back in here! You’re going to kill yourself!”

“Oh, calm down.” He said, plopping himself back in his seat, “You never heard of mutants before?” 

You glanced at him, your heart racing slightly less now that he had all limbs inside the car. 

“Of course I have. I just didn’t know that you were one. Besides, mutants can still die.” You felt a sense of ease as you spotted the restaurant down the road. 

“Not me, baby.” He put his feet up on the dash, “100% invincible.” He had a smirk on his face and you could tell he was looking at you out of the corner of his eye to see your reaction. 

“Congratulations. Unfortunately I am not immortal, and when you act like a jackass you put other people’s lives in danger.” You snapped just as you pulled into a parking spot. “Go get your fucking tacos.” “Sheesh lady… and it’s burritos, not tacos.” Wade explained as he got out of the car. 

You rolled your eyes and called out to him as he walked toward the entrance, “And I’m not a lady!” 

He stopped and turned around, “I’ll have you know I’m gender blind! I’m VERY inclusive.” He disappeared into the building before you could think of something to say back. 

You sighed loudly and ran your hands down your face. You couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped your lips as you reflected on the entire situation. This was going to be quite the part-time job. 

You tried to pass the time by scrolling on your phone, but as the minutes ticked by, you were becoming slightly impatient. And you also wanted some food for yourself. You stepped out of the car, making sure to lock it, and entered the restaurant Wade went into 20 minutes ago now. 

You were greeted by the sight of Wade hunched over at a bar stool, wrappers all over the counter, three empty beer bottles, one half full, and a half eaten burrito in his hand. 

“Wade!” You sighed and walked up to him, “I thought you were just doing a pick up order or something.” 

He looked at you as he took another swig of beer, “Pick up?? Nah, this is my lunch break.” 

“Your lunch break? It’s not for work?” You asked, confused. 

He shook his head, “Nope.”

You looked more closely examined the man before you and spotted a nametag that read: Wade, beginner salesman. 

You sighed and rubbed your forehead. It was your first day and you disappeared with a beginner salesman for an hour… How were you going to get out of this?? “Okay, we need to go back. Before we get in more trouble.” You demanded.

“I’m not done eating yet!” he whined, arguing back like a little kid. 

“Dude, I really don’t care. Either come back with me or I’m leaving you here.” You said before walking back outside and getting in the car.

Wade groaned and chugged the last of his beer and stuffed the rest of his burrito in his face and made it back to the car just as you were going to pull away. You gave him a quick glare before driving back to the dealership. 

Apparently the man had some sort of conscious and spoke up just as you put the car in park and took off your seatbelt.

“I’ll let Peter know it was all my fault. We’re best buds so he can cover for me.” Wade explained and literally skipped back into work. 

You sighed and began the walk of shame to the door. You decided you were just going to finish your paperwork and apologize profusely and hope you get a second chance. 

But, you couldn’t help overhear Wade and Peter’s conversation on your way to the office.

“C’mon man, you know I’ve been having a hard time… With Vanessa, the Avengers.” 

“I know, Wade, I know. But you can’t keep doing stuff like this. This has to be the last time, I can’t cover you if it happens again.”

“Thanks, peanut.” 

You’re also pretty sure you witnessed Wade grip Peter’s ass when he hugged him after the conversation. 

You kept your head down the rest of the day, working on getting all types of paperwork and files organized. It was now 6:30pm and you were gathering your things you left in the office.

“Knock knock.” Wade’s voice sounded off behind you. 

You turned around and met his eyes. You had felt bad for him after overhearing that he was going through a hard time, so you gave him a smile. “Heading home?” He questioned you casually, though inside his mind he was cursing himself for being such an idiot to ask if you were heading home. Of course you were going home. 

“Yup. Home sweet home.” You chuckled nervously.

“Mmh, yeah. The sweet, sweet home I share with an old blind lady.” He joked, or at least you think it was a joke.

You laughed, “At least you got someone to go home to. Some of us aren’t so lucky to have a blind lady waiting for you.” 

“Well, in that case… How about I take you out for a drink?” He was still stoic-ly leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed lazily.

A blush crept onto your cheeks as you turned your head to hide your face from him. 

“I dunno, I got another job to get to in the morning.” You rummaged around for an imaginary lost object.

“How about just to apologize? For being an asshole… if I’m not your type, I mean.” His eyes were glued to your ass as you stalled, bent over looking for something even Wade knew wasn’t there. 

You felt your face heat up even more. You weren’t sure what it was, but there was something magnetizing about Wade. He was an annoying asshole, but you could also sense there was something deeper to him. You found a random pen under a desk and picked it up to cover for your stalling. You took a breath to compose yourself before turning around to face Wade.

You noticed his gaze had to travel from your waist up to your eyes when you turned to face him, but you decided to ignore that for now, “Okay. But just for a little. I really do have work in the morning.” 

“I won’t keep you up too late.” He winked at you and then whipped out his phone to send a text. “Our ride will be here soon.” 

You nodded and followed Wade outside. It was just beginning to turn from Summer to Autumn, so the nights started to get a little chilly and the sun was setting sooner. 

Within a few minutes, a taxi pulled up. Wade opened the back door for you. His gesture surprised you, but you thanked him and sat down in the back of the car. Wade got in the front seat and quickly introduced you to Dophinder, a friend of his apparently. 

“Headed back home tonight Mr. Pool, sir?” The taxi driver questioned.

“Oh, not tonight, Dophinder. Tonight is the night I get my groove back. We’re going to Putt Putt Palace.” Wade said confidently.

“Ohh, very nice choice, Mr. Pool!” Dophinder admired Wade’s choice of establishment and started to drive. 

Once you had arrived at the mini-golf course and Dophinder had driven away after gladly taking a high-five as payment, you spoke up, “I thought this was just going to be drinks?”

“Yeah, well ‘Do you want to get drinks’ tends to go over better than ‘I’m going to dominate you at Putt Putt Palace.’”

“Ohhh, so you’re getting cocky now, huh?” You chuckled slightly.

“Oh, like you wouldn’t believe.” He smirked and led the way to pay for a full round of golf and picked out the red putter and ball. 

“Damn, red is my favorite color. I’ll do black then.” You said, grabbing the supplies in the color you chose. 

Wade gasped softly, “Red and black…” 

You looked over at him, “Red and black… it’s a good color combo.” 

“It is, indeed.” He smiled and also ordered two extra large margaritas that came on a necklace in one of those comically large, colorful souvenir cups. 

“Oh my god.” You chuckled when Wade handed you the drink, “You’re trying to get me drunk, aren’t you?” “I would never! I’m going to win this game fair and square!” He defended himself and put the cup around his neck and walked up to the first hole and lined up his shot. 

You watched Wade as he carefully calculated his swing. You gave in and also put your drink around your neck and took some sips, it was awfully convenient. 

Wade hit his ball and watched it go around the course and fall perfectly into the hole. 

“Fuck yeah!” He cheered and performed a small victory dance.

You rolled your eyes and playfully pushed him out of the way, “It was a lucky shot, Mr. Pool.” 

You glanced at him when you used the name the taxi driver addressed him as. 

Wade gave you a bit of side eye while he sipped his drink. 

You pressed him further, “Why’d he call you that, anyway?” You took your first swing, making it a good amount across the course. 

“It’s an old nickname. I don’t go by it anymore though.” he explained, taking glances at your ass and different parts of your body each time you were getting lined up to hit your ball, finally sinking the hole in 3 strokes. 

The night went on, the sky growing darker and the conversation between the two of you growing deeper. The fact that you had skipped lunch and hadn’t had dinner yet was definitely weighing on you as the alcohol in your system took effect more quickly than usual. You made it to hole 10 out of 18 before you really started struggling. 

You were swaying slightly on your feet, trying to focus and stay still long enough to make a good shot. You went to swing and missed the ball, causing you to break out into a fit of giggles. 

���Oops!” You chuckled and began to line yourself up again. 

Wade was very amused watching you struggle and become more undone at each hole. But he didn’t want you to fully make a fool of yourself, so he approached behind you and gently placed his hands on your shoulders to help steady you. 

“Ooh, thanks.” You smiled and successfully hit your ball this time. 

“Hey, how come you’re not drunk?” You looked up at him while his hands were still on your shoulder.

“‘Cause my healing factor won’t let me, beautiful. But believe me, I’ve tried.” He explained and walked over to your ball with you.

You blushed at the name he called you. He’d been doing it all night. Throwing in a “babe” or “beautiful” every so often, and it always seemed so natural, it caught you off guard every time. 

He continued to help and also tease you for the next 6 holes. As the game was coming to an end, most other people had left the area by now. As usual, Wade was in his position behind you as you took your swing. As you followed your ball with your eyes, it almost felt surreal seeing it sink a hole in one. 

“Oh my god!” You exclaimed. “I did it!! I fucking did it!” You cheered and turned around to shove it in Wade’s face. You were blind to the fact that there was no way you could even catch up to Wade, let alone win the whole game. 

Wade was rolling his eyes at your taunts, “Whatever! You’re still not gonna win!”

You chuckled and moved on to the last hole, “Show me what you got.” 

You watched Wade’s face fill with concentration as he carefully calculated his next move. Your eyes couldn’t help but wonder down his body. You hadn’t noticed how muscular he was before now. His work uniform hid most of his body, but you could see his biceps flexing as he hit his golf ball. 

He hadn’t hit the ball hard enough, because once it got to the middle of a metal loop in the center of the course, it lost momentum and fell out. 

“Fuck!” Wade cursed at himself as he stepped aside to let you take your swing. 

“It’s okay,” You moved into position at the start of the course and set your ball down, “This way I can watch you when you hit the ball again.” Your inhibited state of mind had you speaking your thoughts before you had any chance to think it through. 

Wade’s nonexistent eyebrows raised slightly. Sure, he had been flirting with you and asked you on this date, but he never thought you would actually like him or find anything about him remotely attractive. Up until that moment he had convinced himself you were just trying to be nice to the painfully obviously insane burn victim at your new job. 

You lifted your head from your ball to Wade, “You gonna help me or just stand there?” 

“Yeah, yeah. Of course.” He had been lost in his own thoughts and for once, left speechless. He moved behind you again and placed his hands on your shoulders. 

You had missed the warmth of his body heat, it was almost addicting to have him so close to you. You didn’t realize you had just been mindlessly staring down at your golf ball while relishing in Wade’s presence. 

Wade leaned down to lower his head next to your ear and whispered, “Don’t fuck it up, peanut.” 

The feeling of his breath against your skin sent a shiver down your spine, there was no way you would be able to focus on the last round of mini golf now. You dropped your club and turned around to face Wade. The most adorable look of confusion was adamant on his face, bringing a slight smile to your lips. 

Wade opened his mouth, no doubt to say something idiotic, but before he could you placed a hand on the back of his neck and helped him lean down and captured his lips in a kiss. 

You were thankful for the extra courage your drink had given you. There’s no way you would be able to make a move on someone so confident and outgoing as Wade sober. Your kiss was brief, almost innocent. Just a soft meshing of two timid people. 

Wade was the one to pull away from you, “What was that for?” 

You shrugged, “Dunno.” 

Which was true, you didn’t know why you were compelled to kiss the man who almost got you fired on your first day of work, who acted so careless and as if he only thought about himself and his own wants. 

You started to lean up to kiss him again, but he stopped you. 

“You don’t wanna get into this, peanut. I’m a fucking mess.” Wade looked down at you, a glimmer of hurt in his eyes. 

You frowned slightly, “Well, that makes two of us.”

You waited for his response. He was glancing to his left and right every so often, like he was having an internal battle. After a few moments his eyes settled back on yours. 

“Fuck it.” he mumbled just before he closed the distance between you and gave you a proper kiss. 

[gtzel]

Help! My classmate is a size shifter!

not so strong tough guy

(Next)

The first thing that came to mind when i thought of Elijah Stoll was alone. He always seemed to be off on his own and I've never really seen him talking to anyone that wasn't a teacher. Of course that's probably because of the standoffishness and over all cold aura he gives off. Like the kind of person you've never talked to but definitely wouldn't be put against on any kind of tussle.

Anyway, he's wired, and up until a week ago i wouldn't have even considered talking to him. we had our separate lives, i had my place as class rep, popular guy and the one dude everyone could rely on, and Elijah, well he was just alone. Up until that day, last week, when everything changed.

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i was walking home after school when i heard a commotion from a nearby alleyway. i went to check it out only to find two of my upperclassmen cornering someone. their backs were to me so i decided to watch and see what was going on before acting.

"heh, get a load of this freak" the one with black hair said.

"yeah, what you gunna do now that all your goodie too shoe teachers aren't around to protect you huh?" jeered the other.

"i'm warning you, b-back off" i couldn't see the person speaking, but i heard his voice behind the gritted teeth with which he spoke.

"aaw, what are you gunna do huh? shoot rainbows at us?" one said, the other laughed at the comment. they both closed in on the boy, fists clenched and raised in a perfect setup to pummel the guy.

i waited to hear if the guy would fight back, but i couldn't decipher anything of the sort. i turned the corner just in time to see the black haired man deliver a mean uppercut, then he proceeded to kick the boy back to the wall. the smell of old garbage mixed with the new fume of blood fumigated the alleyway.

"h-hey!" i yelled without thinking. the other of the group turned to face me.

"well well well, looks like we have a witness" he moved toward me and i caught a glimpse of the victim. it was Elijah, THE Elijah, the one who was supposed to be invincible. the one who no one messed with. i didn't have time to think before the other guy lunged at me.

I'm really glad that i joined the football team because otherwise i don't know how i would've reacted. thankfully, i shoved him off me causing him to land against the wall. then the other guy turned to look at me.

He growled at me. He actually growled and then clenched his fists while talking a few steps toward me.

"listen here punk, you'd better get out of here and forget you saw anything or your next"

"yeah right, like I'd just leave after seeing what your doing to him" i swung at him, my fist balled and made contact with his cheekbone.

he stumbled backward but quickly recovered. he spat liquid red on the cold alleyway floor.

"oh your going to regret that" he threw himself at me, i barely dodged. i know when I've lost, and when facing the both of these two gangsters i realized id have to make a break for it.

i grabbed Elijah's hand and pulled him with me. he quickly realized what my plan was and ran as well. together, the both of us ran out of the alleyway and down the street.

the potent smell of blood and sweat still clung to us as we ran along the hot summer pavement. perspiration trickled down my face as we ran, hand in hand away from the men.

finally we came to a safe space on a nearby balcony. i let go of his hand and gasped for air. my throat stung with dryness as slumped against the metal fence.

he sat down next to me. i could see his pulse thumping rapidly on his neck and he turned to look at me.

"w-why did you do that?" his voice was strained from panting.

"what, save you from those thugs? that was nothing. i could've taken them both but i just uhm..."

"sure...which is why were currently hiding from them on the rooftop of an abandoned building?" he said sarcastically. i laughed at that, he really didn't seem as cold as people said he was.

"yeah yeah, whatever. why were they attacking you in the first place?"

"oh uhm, they tried to inject me with some kind of serum, i got 'em to stop halfway through because i was feeling weird but they did get me pretty good" he showed me a recent stab wound on his arm.

"wait, what the heck, why would you even agree to something like that in the first place??" i exclaimed.

"well i mean, the pay seemed to be good, didn't know it would hurt so bad though" he shrugged, his raven black hair coming down in strands along his face.

"well you shouldn't take shots from random strangers offering money. that's like a massive red flag"

"yeah whatever, honestly i didn't think anything of it. its not like they were trying to kill me or something, i think they just wanted to try out a new vaccine of some kind"

i reached over and tucked his hair behind an ear, we locked eyes and i pulled away blushing "s-sorry, i just-"

"n-no, its...its fine" he blushed cutely and looked away.

we sat there for a few minuets in comfortable silence before Elijah stood up.

"looks like its getting pretty late, i should probably head home." he brushed the dust off his cloths and reached out an arm to help me up.

"yeah, i guess. will i see you tomorrow at school?" i asked, grabbing his hand and getting up.

"yep, oh, what was your name again?" he said, pushing a strand of black hair back.

"Brian"

"see you tomorrow Brian"

"tomorrow." and then we parted ways...

[bouncybongfairy]

Glorious Purpose

Rick Sanchez x Diane

Summary: After Evil Morty goes through all the files in Rick Prime's brain, he discovers there is one remaining Diane that Rick Prime created in hopes of one day killing her in front of C-137 to taunt him. Evil Morty makes Rick aware of the situation and decides to use the mind-blowers helmet to show this Diane the memories he has of them together.

Word Count: 5.0k+

(!THIS FANFIC HAS SEASON 7 SPOLIERS!)

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Diane was getting ready with her friend Rena at her apartment. It was Friday and after a long week filled with the stress of university and work she was ready to go out. They were both sitting on her bed, doing their makeup using the mirrors of several pallets. Ranting back and forth to each other about how irritating life was. Diane just started her sophomore year of college and was content with everything going on in her life. Grades were so promising that she was expected to graduate early, she was financially stable, and for once had an amazing friend group. She ran the straightener through her long blonde hair, making sure to spray down any flyaways. After announcing that the flatiron was available, she took the blunt and stood up, examining her appearance in the mirror that was attached to the closet door. She was wearing a pink pleated mini skirt and a white tee shirt that she purposely bought too small, it was cropped and didn’t go much farther than her second or third rib. It had the word CUNT in pink sparkly font and to complete the look she slipped her pink platform pump heels onto her feet. 

“You’re so fucking hot bitch,” her friend Tina said, standing beside her and taking a few pictures with her. 

“We both are,” Diane said, pulling out her phone and realizing they should have ordered the Uber 45 minutes ago. 

After ordering, they stood outside and smoked the remainder of the blunt. Diane got mad at Rean for dropping it onto her shoe but ended in laughter. The car ride was nice, they had a woman driver who complimented her nails and was amazed you could get duck nails to be so long. She was an older lady which made the interaction that much more sweet. They were dropped off in front of the entrance, where they waited in line, passing a pen back and forth with each other. Once they got their IDs checked by the bouncer, they made a b-line for the bar. Both ordered two shots of vodka each, downing them back to back. This bar was Diane’s favorite because, unlike a lot of today’s clubs, people actually danced. Not just standing around against a wall with their face buried in their phone. They also didn’t only play Hot 100s which is refreshing. They continued dancing with each other till the liquor kicked in. 

~

Rick was sitting in the garage, tinkering with a device Jerry asked him to make that will keep certain bugs from fucking with his plants. He set it down and stared at the wall for a second, ever since killing Rick Prime he’s been feeling like shit. Making him question if he was just using him to fill the void of no longer having Diane. Now that purpose and mission have been completed, what will occupy that need for purpose? Alcohol? Evil Morty coming through a portal into the garage broke Rick out of his numb dissociation. Morty came into the room at the same time, creating a wonderful little family reunion.

“I need to show you something,” Evil Morty said flatly.

“The same way I need both of you to get the fuck out of here,” he grumbled. 

“I went through Rick Prime’s brain files. He used the Omega Device on Diane but he found an existing pair of her parents. He locked them in the equivalent of a hamster cage and waited for them to produce a Diane. He was going to kill her in front of your Rick but obviously, we killed him before we could. I found the planet she’s living on, I don’t care what you do but considering you spent your whole life avenging her you might as well know,” Evil Morty said. 

“You’re lying, it’s probably a trap to lure inferior Ricks into a death trap,” Rick said, chugging the entirety of his flask and then refilling it. 

“I checked it out, I really don’t think it’s a baitline. He drew up blueprints of the location he was going to build to lure you and kill her,” he said, tossing the hard drive on his table. 

“If I get there and she’s not there, I’m killing both of you and bring you back to life over and over again and use that to fill the void of having no purpose,” Rick spat at Evil Morty as he opened the yellow portal,

“Yeah yeah, Loki called he wants his character arch back,” Evil Morty said. ‘

“Did he s-say both of us?” Morty C-137 asked as they all walked through the portal. 

~

Diane was currently bent over with her ass pressed against Rena as they danced to Bossy feat. Too $hort by Kelis. It was that point of the night when nothing seems real anymore and everyone’s morals began to loosen up. A blunt was hanging from her lips, she turned around so that she was facing Rena. Drunkenly deciding to have one more shot, practically skipping to the bar. Instead of getting a shot, she ended up getting a vodka cherry cocktail. She chugged the entire thing after Rena dared her to. Before returning to the dance floor, she made her way to the restroom. She was so intoxicated she didn’t even both hovering, she let her body plop down on the seat. She let her purse sit in her lap as she sat with her eyes closed for a while. This was the first weekend she had off all month, so the liquor was hitting harder than usual. Not to mention the only thing she ate that day was a chicken caesar salad at lunch. She finished her business and pulled out her phone to check how she looked, applying some lip gloss and fixing her hair before flushing. As she stood up, she stumbled a bit but sat her ass right back down when she saw a yellow glowing from outside the stall. 

“If you’re fucking with me right now I-” she heard a hoarse male voice grumble from outside the door. 

“Rick if I wanted to fuck with you I wouldn’t have helped you kill Rick Prime,” another young-sounding voice spoke. 

Diane was really nervous, especially because she was sure it was a man’s voice. She figured that Rena was waiting for her right outside so if she ran maybe she wouldn’t have interacted with the creep at all. Taking a deep breath in she opened the stall door and was taken back by what she saw. It was an older man with blue hair standing in front of you, tears were welding in his eyes creating an intense look on his face. 

“Is uh- is that Diane? Rick, you never said s-she looked like-” Morty said before being interrupted. 

“I’m going to take him home, looks like you’re gonna have an amazing time here,” Evil Morty said before dragging the other Morty into a portal by his shirt. 

“How do you know my name?” you asked, thoroughly confused and starting to wonder if your drink was spiked. He continued to stare, almost like he was in disbelief. He took a step towards her which made you step back into the stall.

“Dude what the fuck are you doing?” she asked. 

“I’m sorry,” he said. 

Seriously back-” Before she could finish, he blew some type of mist into her face. It immediately impacted her, making her slowly start to lower herself to the ground. Rick grabbed her which made her freak out a bit, like she was trying to get away but becoming too sedated to fight back. 

“It’s okay, I’m here,” he said, almost whispering. She bawled her hand into a fist and hit his chest weakly before passing out. 

When she woke up she couldn’t figure out where she was. Looking around at the random bed and the fact that she wasn’t wearing her clothes scared her. She was in a blue long sleeve that she was drowning in. Tears welled in her eyes, she looked over and saw her original clothes neatly folded in a pile near the bed. After wiping her eyes, not caring about the old makeup on her eyes, she went to open the door but found that it was locked. She started kicking and punching at it, hoping it would eventually give way. Starting to have a full-blown panic attack, she grabbed her heel and used it to bang on the door. This continued until Rick came through the door, which caused Diane to take a few steps back. 

“Let me out of here you fucking creep!” she yelled throwing her heel toward him, he didn’t even flinch because the throw was so bad. 

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he spoke in a soft yet firm voice.

“I don’t give a fuck what you want- oh my fucking- is this guy fucking serious? You fucking kidnapped me!” she cried, running over to grab the other heel. 

“I understand that this is confusing but I have a device that can help you understand,” Rick said, holding the mindblowers helmet in his hands. At this point, she was feeling so deranged as if she could explode at any moment, “I invented this device that can show you depictions of someone’s memories, I loaded my own on here so you could-” Diane interrupted by charging at him, armed with her heel. He dodged her so that he was behind her and put the mindblowers helmet on her, then waited. 

The first memory was of the first time they met, both lived in the same neighborhood and went to the same school. That being said, they never really interacted with each other. Rick was similar to Morty in high school, quiet and awkward. Not to mention their extracurricular activities were polar opposites, she was a cheerleader and on the swim team. Rick was looking to be valedictorian and although he wasn’t very athletic, he had his charming moments. He gained confidence especially throughout his senior year from all the praise his teachers gave him. This is what led to Rick asking Diane on a date, she said yes because she secretly had her eye on him for a while. She always knew he was different but not in a superficial way. She liked how observant he was, most of the guys she was around talked about their health. Bragging about the stupidest things, like how much they could bench and how much alcohol was accessible to them. Those same boneheads were ready to fight if someone breathed wrong in their direction. There was one time when Rick accidentally bumped into one of the football players. As the jock cussed out Rick, who then walked up to Diane and asked her to hang out after the football game.

“Hey um, I know you’re on the cheer team but maybe after the football game we could get some takeout?” Rick asked, standing stiffly with his hands in his pockets. 

“That actually sounds really nice, I have to run but, I’ll see you then,” she replied with a small smile on her face. 

When Diane was at the game, she kept looking for Rick in the bleachers. He didn’t show up until the last 20 minutes of the game. When they made eye contact, she practically jumped in the air and waved with a big smile on her face. As they did their routine, she couldn’t help but stare as she danced. Seeing how intensely he was giving her a feeling she never felt before. Finally, the game ended and she gathered her sports bag and met him in the parking lot. He was leaning up against an old pickup truck. He not only opened her door but also put her bag in the backseat for her. She was still in her uniform and only then did she notice how short the skirt was. It was a stick shift and she thought it was hot watching him maintain conversation while operating the car. They stopped at Wendy’s and then made their way back to Dianne’s house, her dad worked night and her mom was always passed out by 9 pm. The first time Rick came into her room, she felt more embarrassed than ever. Normally when her little girlfriends came over, she felt really proud of her bedroom. When she showed Rick, it felt like she was showing an intimate and private. He set his food and backpack down and you excused yourself to change. While she was gone, he looked around the room for a bit. The walls of the room were navy blue and her curtains and bedspread were baby pink. He took in the little details like all the cosmetics she had scattered about on her vanity. The Beatles posters and other magazine cut-outs were stuck to the wall.​​ The way her room smelled like vanilla or the white cat that lay at her windowsill, it hissed at Rick when he sat next to him. That was when Diane came back out wearing a short babydoll nightgown that had matching bloomer shorts. Her blonde hair was still down but she’d washed the make-up off her face, letting her freckles show. 

“Is this okay?” she asked, playing with her hands, Rick didn’t speak. Instead, he shook his head, closed her agape mouth, and pulled his burger out of the paper bag. 

You’d think they would have initiated some type of sexual act but instead, they talked for hours while sitting on her bed. He opened up about the difficult relationship between him and his father. She explained how her mother is crazy and they can’t go more than 5 hours without screaming at one another. They talked about future goals and career paths. They ended up falling asleep well, Diane did with her head lying on Rick’s chest. He stayed up, rubbing her back and admiring her face as she slept. It was too easy just to say he found her attractive, he liked that every guy talked about her. He liked that every girl wanted to be her. The way she wasn’t just a pretty face, she could hold a conversation and had goals beyond just being a mother and wife. Sometimes at night, he would get angry while thinking about her being with some other guy. They wouldn’t love her the way he did, they wouldn’t care about her mind and well-being like he could. 

One night, Rick was doing his homework when the phone rang. It was 1971 so it was a push-button phone. Because there was no way to see a color ID, Diane would only let the phone ring twice before hanging up, singling to Rick that she was on the other line. Rick picked up the phone, happy to hear her voice until he actually did. She was crying, he could hear her mother screaming in the background. They’d been together for the past 6 months and Rick knew all about the relationship between Diane and her Mother. Her mother was Russian and really strict, a lot of the time she would throw the sacrifices she made in Diane’s face. Both her older brothers moved out and had families, so with only the two of them left at home, it was like a war zone. Maybe Rick was biased but Diane’s mother was over-critical of the 18-year-old. She did everything in hopes of impressing her mother but to no avail. 

“Rick? I need you to pick me up right now. I can’t be here anymore!” she cried into the receiver. 

“I’m on my way, I’ll be there soon just hang tight okay? I love you,” he said, his heart pounding out of his chest. 

“Okay, I love you too but please just hurry okay?” she asked, her voice quivering. 

“I’m coming baby,” he said, hanging the phone back on its receiver. 

He grabbed his keys and coat, putting his shoes on before leaving. Before walking out the front door, he stared at his dad, who was passed out on the couch. He didn’t even bother taking his shoes or tie off, he shook his head in disgust before heading out. It was raining pretty hard, he turned the heater on before making his way to Diane’s. She only lived about a ten-minute drive from Rick’s house. Pulling into the driveway and honking to let her know he arrived. Diane came out, putting a couple of her bags into the backseat. Her mother followed her, screaming in Russian. He knew Diane was mad because she was screaming in a mixture of English and Russian, her face was red and tears streamed down her cheeks. Hair was soaked from walking back and forth from her house to Rick’s car. He just watched making sure nothing got too physical between the two of them. Once she packed the last of her things in the car, she approached her mother who was standing on the porch, laughing at her. Rick cringed as he heard the taunting cackling coming from the older women. 

“He’ll leave, you think the world is a fairytale place. You think you’ve found  prince who will build castle. Shower you will jewels and riches you’re blinded by desperation. He will use you, and you’ll let him because you have no brain, beauty is not enough to keep man anymore,” her mother spat.

“Just because Dad left you doesn’t mean I can’t find a man who will love me for real!” Diane said, more like screamed at her mother.

“Your father left because of you, I made him happy, I did everything right. It wasn‘t until you come that he leave and drink!” her mother screamed. 

“I hate you, fuck you seriously you drove everyone away and then blame everyone but yourself, God you’re just such a cunt!” Diane screamed so loud that neighbors began coming outside. 

“Go be with prince, go get pregnant, you’ll see how he loves you when pregnancy strips you of beauty,” her mother laughed as she slammed the door on Diane. She just stood there, she was completely soaked from the rain, and black mascara tears ran down her face staining her cheeks. She screamed at the door, just stood and screamed. Rick went and put his coat over her shoulder and directed her to the car. She was hysterical, not even comprehending what Rick was saying as he tried consoling her. He drove her back to his house, she was shivering and sobbing loudly. Rick was driving with one hand because she was death gripping his other arm, crying into her sleeve. He finally got her to calm down enough so they could sneak past his dad. He carried her inside, she clung onto him like he was going to disappear out of thin air. Bringing her to his room, when he set her down to go get her stuff from the car. 

“No, please just stay here, please don’t go!” she cried, holding onto one of his hands with both of hers. 

“I left the car on and I have to get your stuff, I’ll be right back,” he said, she didn’t protest but he also had to pry her hand off his arm to go. 

He managed to get all her stuff on the first trip. When he got back upstairs, he sat on the floor for a while with Diane consoling her. After she’d calmed down for the most part, she wanted to take a shower. He had a bathroom attached to his room and got everything ready for her. He let her know everything was good to go but she wanted him to join her. He shook his head in agreement but couldn’t form any words. They’d been intimate before but never fully nude or actual intercourse. She got in before he did, and nervously he joined her amazed at what he saw. She was so statuesque, like the women in Playboy magazines. Her skin was so soft and it glistened as the water ran down her curves. She turned around to make eye contact with him, shamelessly looking down at his package before fluttering her eyes up again. When he imagined this moment he thought it would have been more sexy and intense but it wasn’t. Instead, they just sat in the water embracing each other’s skin. Even when her eyes were closed you could see how swollen they were from crying. They stayed there till the water got cold, Rick cut off the water and helped her out of the shower. He didn’t know what she would want from her stuff, so he gave her one of his shirts and a pair of boxers and socks. He even brushed her hair so it wouldn’t get matted as she slept. 

“Do you think she’s right, do you think I’m the reason my dad left?” she asked, her voice getting lighter and cracking towards the end. 

“You’re dad left because he was a pussy and didn’t want to own up to his responsibilities,” he said, crawling into bed with her.

“Promise? That she’s wrong,” she asked looking up at him, he knew she wasn’t talking about her dad anymore. 

“I would only leave you if I died,” he said, pressing his forehead into her. She kissed him until her lips were swollen and hurting.

Ever since that night, they were completely inseparable. Everyone rolled their eyes, thinking there was no way they would last. They assumed Diane would leave Rick for a more mainstream athletic guy but she didn’t. He went to all of her swim meets and she supported him with all his college applications and the stress of his job. He worked as a paid apprentice for a watch store, it wasn’t the most exciting job but they were happy. The time between then and graduation seemed to fly by. Rick was valedictorian and Diane had to beg him to wear something nice underneath his gown. They ended up going to college together at Stanford, living in an off-campus apartment. He was trying to earn his Bachelor of Science while she was working on becoming a veterinarian. This is when the honeymoon phase ended and things started getting more domestic. Even though things were different, it didn’t mean things were bad. 

One night after she’s eaten with Rick at the dining room table. He was still there, shoveling forkfuls of meatloaf and mashed potatoes into his mouth. He was working on his homework, his brow  Every now and again wiping his hands so he could use his abacus. As she finished up the dishes, her body was practically shaking with anticipation. Diane had been saving up for months to buy Hewlett-Packard’s first scientific calculator. 

“Look, baby, it adds and subtracts obviously but it can also compute logarithms, exponents, AND, trigonometric functions. It’s called the HP-35, God it looks so cool I wish I could get it,” he said, showing Diane the newspaper ad.

“Well why can’t you?” she asked. 

“It’s 395 dollars,” he laughs. 

“Oh,” she said, turning her head back to the TV. 

She saved up enough money, working as a vet tech to buy it for him. He’d recently proposed, and the fact that he was more focused on her ring and marriage that he would sacrifice something that would make his schooling so much easier really touched her. She finished drying and putting the last few dishes away, she went over to the hall closet and grabbed the shopping bag. Rick was still hunched over his plate while working on his homework. She set the bag on the table in front of him, this made him look up at her. He had a bit of food in his mouth which made her laugh, she picked up the napkin and wiped his face. 

“What is it? Did you have a chance to pick up my socks?” he asked, Diane laughed again before responding. 

“Open it and find out,” she said, kissing the top of his head. He cleaned off his hands and opened the plastic bag. When he saw what it was, he set it on the table, pushed his chair back, and engulfed her in a bear hug. He lifted her up and squeezed her tight so she couldn’t move. 

“I’m glad you liked it,” she breathed out, he set her back on the ground, took her face between his hands, and kissed her. 

“You really are my everything you know that?” he asked before kissing her. 

“I love you,” she said. 

They both graduated with their degrees in 1976 and things were looking so promising. Rick already found a job working at a biotech company with a great wage and Diane was working as the lead veterinarian at her clinic. They bought a house that was perfect, two-story with a big garage. This worked out perfectly because it turned into Rick's workspace. For a while they just worked, saved up, and went on vacations every once in a while but things were beginning to get complacent. Every day the same routine, both Diane and Rick began to wonder about the concept of children. There was no reason why they couldn’t start trying but Diane was scared. Actually terrified of what pregnancy would do to her body not to mention having to birth a whole baby. Diane came home early one day because she was feeling so sick. It wasn’t until she walked into the store and into the pharmacy that it dawned on her she could be pregnant.

They used to use condoms religiously but they’d been married for years now and to put it bluntly, they got lazy. She picked up a pregnancy test and then made her way back home. Rick wasn’t going to be home for about an hour so she ran into the bathroom to take the test. She bought 5, just to be sure it was completely accurate. She was pacing around the bedroom for a while, waiting for the tests to develop. She took her scrubs off and walked back into the bathroom, every single test read positive. For a while, she sat down and cried, sobbing even. She turned on the shower, in hopes that it would help calm her nerves. It wasn’t like she was nervous about Rick’s reaction, she knew he wouldn’t be mad or anything. She was just scared of no longer having control of her body. On the other hand, I'm thinking about having a little mini-her. As she cried in the shower, she couldn’t help but think about what her mother had told her. About what caused her dad to leave, she knew Rick would think she was silly for thinking this but her insecurities were getting the better of her. When Rick came home, he was surprised to see her car in the driveway, normally she got home after him. When he found her she was still crying in the shower. Rick was really worried until she directed him to the tests on the bathroom vanity. 

“Honey why are you upset, you don’t want to be pregnant,” he asked gently, turning the water off once he realized it was ice cold. 

“No, I just.. I don’t know,” she sighed, getting up and wrapping a towel around herself. 

“How do you feel?” he asked, taking his work clothes off as you changed into comfy clothes. 

“I think it’s just bringing up past memories of things like my mom and stuff,” she said wiping her eyes. Rick joined her on the bed, wrapping his arms around her. 

“I would never leave you, especially if you were or are pregnant. I know it’ll be hard because of your past but I love you and look on the bright side. We’re having a little baby,” he said, moving his hands to her belly.

“Yeah, we are. Isn’t that so weird?” she asked rhetorically which made them both laugh before sharing a kiss. 

The pregnancy went along smoothly, she still worked until she was 7 months pregnant. Taking a break to start nesting and planning for the baby. Diane didn’t want anything elaborate, the baby shower was very intimate. Only close friends and family her mother wasn’t invited. The birth scared the shit out of Rick, he had so much anxiety watching her contracting. She looked like a cat that couldn’t get comfortable, shifting positions and writhing around. She kept reminding Rick not to let them do anything crazy to her which he reassured her every time. She pretty much blacked out while pushing, her face was so red, practically purple. She was so exhausted that she kept dozing off while waiting for them to bring her back. As the doctor stitched her up, Rick watched making sure they didn’t give her the husband stitch. Diane’s face was bruised from how hard she pushed, she was sleeping curled up on her side. Rick held Beth as he waited for her to wake up. The nurses thought she was a redhead at first but after they bathed her they realized it was actually blonde. He talked to her the entire time, whispering how much he loved her on her forehead. She was perfect, like a little doll. Rick couldn’t believe he made her or how tiny she was. Diane woke up shortly after, immediately taking Beth into her arms and gushing over her. 

This was the last memory on the mind blowers, Diane ripped the helmet off herself and started crying. She felt like she was going crazy, the overwhelming feeling of watching herself live a completely different life made her want to throw up. Going to one of the corners of the room and just hyperventilating. Rick sat behind her so that his knees were on either side of her. 

“Did we really do all that together?” she asked, wiping her face.

“A version of you, yeah,” he said. 

“I can’t be that for you, I’m not a mom I don’t know how to do that yet. I wasn’t born like forever ago either,” she cried

“I’m not asking you to become a different person or my wife. I just worry about other Versions of me, getting a hold of you. They won’t be as… nice as me,” he explained. She turned around to face him, he looked sad and tired. Maybe it was because she was feeling overwhelmed and needed comfort but she moved to hug him. He wrapped his arms around her and she did the same. Tears streamed down his face, he was squeezing her so tight she couldn’t breathe for a second. 

“I’m exhausted and my head hurts,” she said, which made Rick stand her up and start the shower for her. While Diane sat, soaking in the hot water, Rick got her a pain pill to help her sleep and ease all the anxiety this entire ordeal had caused. He waited on the bed until she came out of the bathroom, showered, and changed. He wrote down his number just in case he needed anything before he went to leave. 

“Wait! Can you stay with me please?” she asked, sitting on the bed. He agreed and lay there till the pain pill he gave her kicked in. She ended up cuddling up next to him and sleepily protested when he tried to break free and leave.

[aleksa-sims]

RL Simself-Story (18+)

CW: trauma

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⚠️CW: violence 🔻

Time to tell who attacked Daniel and me and why they even did it.

It all started 2 years ago, when Daniel was with Irena. I once told that Irena used to work in bars & night clubs because Daniel spent all their money on drugs. One day Irena got sick and couldn’t really work. She was feeling ill, so she asked Daniel for help. He was supposed to help her a bit serving drinks at the bar in a club. She knew there would be a lot going on. So Daniel of course helped her. But that night something bad happened in that night club. 20-15 men stormed the club and randomly stabbed people.

Luckily nothing happened to Daniel and Irena, they didn’t even notice what happened at first, because the security guys stopped the perpetrators from doing more damage. No one was seriously injured or killed, except for 5 men who were found in the men’s room. They had severe stab wounds but survived!! When chaos broke out, everyone left the club but some people were injured on the ground. Daniel went to those people who were injured. He tried to help them and get them out of there. Only a few minutes later the police arrived. 6 of the perpetrators were handcuffed to the ground while the cops secured everything. They wanted to harm the nightclub owner with that sick act. That's why they did this!... The club owner eventually came to Daniel and thanked him for his help. He shook his hand. But one of the six perps observed this situation and memorized Daniel’s face very well. He thought Daniel was that club owner's son. And he actually looked like him a bit and was the same age as that guy.

And exactly this perpetrator, who observed the situation with Daniel and the club owner, recognized Daniel 2 years later, (6 weeks ago) when he and I went home, that terrible night. That’s why they attacked us! It wasn’t even planned, it was totally spontaneous. While Daniel and I were with his sister, two of the perpetrators waited until we left her apartment. The other two men stole a car! When Daniel and I left our own car after we parked in that dark alley, the 4 men decided to attack us. And Idk if you remember, but I said that one of the perps ransacked my bag because he wanted to see or check my ID. You know why he did this? He wanted to know where I am from! That I am not German, is obvious but the perps were also not Germans. They originally came from Kosovo (Albania) but grew up in Germany. Their families and parents experienced bad things during the Kosovo war, which is why they developed a deep hatred for a certain group of people. The 4 perpetrators belonged to an extremist group that had only death and destruction in mind. And that one nightclub owner they tried to hurt two years ago, wasn’t a nice guy either. He was also a member of a criminal, devious group or something. Idk, really! In any case, this man was also not from Germany, he was from ex Yugoslavia (Serbia). And his homeland and Albania were at war for years. The hatred between him and the 4 men arose because they were all destroyed by their obsessed faith and religion. No sorry! Religion is not to blame, I mean their fanaticism has destroyed them and their false faith. It was about the senseless, old hatred between Christians and Muslims. And when I found out, I was just wondering what did daniel and I have to do with all this????? And we absoulutly had nothing to do with that club owner and his shit! However, I was lucky that I had my dad’s family/last name at that time and not my mom’s as 15 years ago. They would have killed me without blinking, if they had read my mom’s last name on my ID. Anyway, now you know why those men wanted to kill Daniel. Daniel was just trying to help injured people in that damn club and almost paid for it with his life two years later.

So yea, that's the world we're living in today. War and suffering were the triggers that turned those four men into monsters. They were blind with rage & unable to distinguish between good and evil.

[fushiglow]

Me: 'aw no i shouldnt read a fic set in the music industry, it'll get me sad about abandoning my own dreams; nope nuhuh, apologies, moving on' -> fast forward a few weeks -> i see ur fic pop up every now n then on both ao3 n tmblr, tempting me to read it -> fast forward again, it's tday -> i end up caving in eventually when i see it on my dash again; checked out the first chapter while having lunch earlier. Got H o o k e d by ur narrative. And so i inhaled two more chaptrs a sec ago while commuting back home aaaaand lil old me proceeded to be WILDLY inspired by ch4 shenanigans and immediately i >Needed< to relisten to the Liszt performance, seeing it anew yet again, and then also dug up some soundtracks i made once upon a time when id been fooling around w the idea of expressing myself thru music -> fast forward again, im home now, n getting all giddy ab it, cheeks flushed n feeling alive, i tell u - im about to dust my piano n just smash at the keys for the till-now-abandoned fun of it, first time in forever. (It won't be good, but it'll be real, it'll be me.) I just. I feel the raw emotion in your fic and it made my heart pound while reading it. You >get it< jfc. (Also satosugu n others work So Well in ur story, so in character, u make it look so natural, as if jjk had always been ab music production and not a grimdark shounen). I only just finished the 4th chapter and im not caught up yet, but i couldnt have waited to tell u my thoughts so. There goes!! ((Also even months later im still deeply wounded by canon so i feel like im irrevocably dysregulated when it comes to engaging w satosugu haha, apologies if i come off strong. U just combined two passions of mine into one fic and im feeling So Fucking Grateful i wanna kiss u on the forehead and bless u for seven generations forward. Again - i havent yet finished what u've already dished out (bless ur soul for posting ur work holyhell) so ima come back when i have more unhinged thoughts as i read. Your writing is so On Point i can't contain myself (my heart is singing w joy because when i connect w the writing style i connect HARD. And lemme tell u, your style is both intense and light and professional and that's my fav combo, ima go n cry over my piano now bye. Until next time, ily sm) (also sorry about this longass ask, it was meant to be a oneliner but it got away from me bc.. Emotions, damn) -royce

Oh... Um...

Excuse me while I fucking cry over MY piano, what the actual fuck 😭 I think this is the biggest compliment I could possibly receive, you have NO FUCKING IDEA how happy it makes me to read that my fic inspired you to sit down at the piano again, holy shit???

cheeks flushed n feeling alive, i tell u - im about to dust my piano n just smash at the keys for the till-now-abandoned fun of it, first time in forever. (It won't be good, but it'll be real, it'll be me.)

I am sobbing and kicking my feet all at once at this image, I love you I love you I love you. Please tell me, how did it go?? Did you have fun? Did it feel good? God, I hope it did!!! 😭

I started writing this fic to heal some of my own hurt about leaving a career in music behind, so I'm writing this for people like you and me. You're my ideal reader and you couldn't POSSIBLY come off too strong. PLEASE come back with your unhinged thoughts, I will gladly scream with you about this — in fact, I'm desperate to do exactly that!

Royce, you're everything. Thank you so much for all your lovely words about my writing too, this soothes all of my doubts about deciding to post something so deeply self-indulgent all those months ago. This is for YOU 🫶

as if jjk had always been ab music production and not a grimdark shounen

Also, what do you mean? That's what it's about, isn't it? 👀

[polyamorouspunk]

sleepover friday *vent warning*

im so fucking annoyed at myself i just submitted an essay for my degree and it went so fucking badly

its over 1000 words under the word count and its barely referenced, i was pretty much going off of my base knowledge for a bunch of the information i put in it because i ran out of time to research

even though i had OVER 2 MONTHS to write 4000 words which is *plenty of time* if id actually begun working on more than just a plan before this week

i even had a 3 week break over easter but i did absolutely fuck all the entire time

the worst part it i was soooo excited about this project the entire time, the topic is really interesting to me and i really wanted to do well, i just *couldnt* actually get myself to work on it

and on top of that ive skipped most of the content for my other modules this semester mostly because i couldnt be bothered to get out of bed for the scheduled stuff and then didnt see the point in doing the reading for the thing i wasnt going to

i feel like at this point i should probably just drop out because i obviously cant handle this but i really want to keep going, i need to finish this degree

i keep telling myself "next time ill start earlier", "next time ill do the reading" but i never fucking learn

sorry for just kind of yelling at you about my problems, i just needed to get it out, ill probably feel (slightly) better after ive slept and eaten something other than snacks <2

a few good things did happen this week as well though, i went to see The Maine last night (bought the tickets back in autumn and decided to go anyway regardless of how little of my essay was finished) and a few days ago i did a scavenger hunt type event with my rock society (the music) where my friend did not break his feet (confirmed by doctor) (challenge was highest jump, he jumped off a wall) and another friend ate a pringle covered in dish soap and a lot of salt (challenge was eat the grossest thing) (last time they did this someone ate out of one of the bins along the street)

That sounds like a lot of fun! I’m glad you have a group of people with shared interests like that doing fun things!

There’s nothing wrong with being burnt out from school work/life. I myself dropped out of my last class I need to graduate and STILL I haven’t even checked to make sure that I did drop out.

I’m just going to try again next year because it’s okay that this isn’t my year for it.

[mysticcabinboy]

The "interactive cinematic experience" buzzword should stay in the 2010s where it belongs.

At the very least visual novels are up front that what they are trying to achieve is a little less rather than a little more. That's not to say it isn't a daunting task to write a book either but at least then you know the only extra disks that they are trying to spin is learning RenPy and how to draw rather than try and go for the next "revolutionary" 0 in the polygon count for their choose your own adventure romance plots. You get what you are expecting by going into a genre called Visual Novels, and you accept that in the same way someone accepts being a furry, creator or consumer you have probably already heard the memes a hundred times before and you decide to go in anyways because you're curious or already know its something you want to get into.

But videogames have a stigma behind them that lends itself to weird complications when it gets compared to its older (two) brother(s). When you call something cinematic, you are invoking an idea that the story is in some way trying to be its own "insert GOAT movie meme here". Which then becomes its own trap for the genre as a whole, if the story is good and the game is shit, it gets compared to cinema and becomes the new "best" game, if its ALL bad "well what did you expect, its a videogame, nothing but a shiny toy".

that's just fucking unfair. especially when the times I've ever felt genuine powerful emotion is when the game takes things you have been, if not thinking about, then dealing with for hours, before twisting it in powerful ways. Project moon is great at this, often taking small quirks of the game and putting it in context of the actual world. Their most recent game(sadly a gacha side project to keep the lights on while they do other stuff) has an ultimate/id system where pretty much every little weapon that the characters wear or use has some amount of thematic significance with them, so ultimately its up to the player to start wondering how it connects. Even if they don't and braindead the game, theyre probably going to start going insane the moment they hear the word 'ideal', 'that bastard', 'gallop on', 'chains of others', etc from just how often they hear those phrases. the most recent "main" chapter does something fucking amazing with it, turning something almost innocuous and meme worthy from the few times you try it out, then twists it to create a moment of extreme catharsis.

As an older example. I played Deus Ex for the first time a couple weeks ago as well, and the first level on its own is a perfect set piece in how to lay out even a basic sense of how to have your player view your world and game. It immediately gives you the tools to learn about the world and tells you what you need to know when you ask for it. Just with that it makes a great piece of symbolism just from telling you "hey see that green thing you clicked on? yeah the french extremists bombed the statue of liberty. They thought we didn't deserve it." and it makes you think "what the fuck? when? why? what would we have done wrong?" or in my case i check the date of when the game was created and realized it was made a year before 9/11. Its a very specific moment of emotion that is designed to confuse, it helps that its also a very early part of the game rather than a twist kept towards the end as a 'subversion of expectation' because there wasn't much building up to it and its passed off as... just something that happened.

This sort of thing is exactly why i hate it when writers try to market their game as cinema because it shows that they have a fundamental misunderstanding of the medium they are working in. You aren't just making a movie anymore when you step into this space, EVERYTHING you allow the player to do can become a tool that can be used in service of a story, and just putting in a cover shooter for your "cinematic experience" shouldn't really cut it. Its an insult, you have every tool in your arsenal, including the concepts you made up out of thin air for gameplay purposes, and your first thought is to make cinema? Not a sandbox, not a game, not something that means something to the player when they fuck around with mechanics... but cinema? At that point you are better off just making a movie and getting laughed at by the people you're trying to impress because i sure as hell wont find it funny.

This isnt to say you cant write a story well on its own and let it be a part of a game. Just that when making and critiquing a game, consider EVERY facet of it. Ill praise Limbus' story to hell and back but the sheer fact its a gacha, and the consequences that come with it brings it down a little. The sheer fact that Limbus could have ended up like Honkai Star Rail in how braindead it is still fucking haunts me, even as the gameplay, while polished compared to the adjustment needed with ruina, was already sort of a step back.0.

[youngpettyqueen]

procrastinating writing my WIP who wants to know about my weird filling story

so from ages 11 - 14 I had braces, I got em off right before starting high school. when I got them off and they checked for cavities, they found one in a back molar where one of the band for my braces were. this cavity was apparently so severe it was shocking I wasn't in agony, they had to check to make sure the tooth itself wasn't completely dead. anyways, got a filling done on it, but the filling was. weird

what the dentist did was he drilled away most of my tooth. and then, instead of filling it, he sort of just. covered it? so this tooth has always looked like it had a big scoop taken out of it. so fast forward a couple years, and I am suddenly feeling pain in that tooth. I have fillings much older than that one that still to this day havent done this, so its weird, but whatever. go in, get it taken out, get a temporary filling put in for a week, and then go back and get it all replaced. back to having a weird scooped-out tooth

fast forward to a couple months ago, so 8 years after this replacement incident and 10 years after the first filling. I notice it feels a bit odd in my mouth, like there's something caught, but I cant see anything so im kinda just feeling it out

and then I spit out part of the filling

I go and check and sure enough there's a big chip in it. I know its the filling, cause im not feeling any pain. I didnt know if I had insurance coverage, and im not exactly swimming in money, so I decide to leave it for a bit and go when its more feasible. surely it can wait till I get my new job and my benefits kick in, guaranteeing some coverage, right?

wrong. few weeks ago im eating and this time I hear it crack. I go check and now there's a big gap in the filling. fuck

delay it for a bit still, but last week I called the dentist and explained the situation. jump to today I go in, and this guy (new guy at the same place ive gone for years) looks at my filling and yeah, big crack, but easy fix. he fixes it up, and then he's like. kinda checking it out. before going "yeah no I dont like this, this isnt gonna stick at all, im fixing all of this" and spends another bit going in and basically buffing up this filling until he's satisfied

so now this tooth is back to looking like all my other teeth, and it feels fucking weird but im also immediately noticing great differences. for one thing, without the scoop-shape, this molar is no longer a food trap. for another, I can actually floss there now between that molar and the one behind it. there was just like, no tooth there, a little stubby bit where the scoop-looking-bit was. looking at it im shocked my gums never tried to overtake it

but yeah thats my weird filling story. id gotten used to the weirdness because I had that scooped-out tooth for a literal decade, but now im back to having a pretty normal tooth and it is WILD

[sportsnet]

get to know me (tyler if you didn't know)

thanks @nicohischier for the tag...i guess...

do you make your bed

Like. when i clean my room yeah but i do that maybe once every few weeks so i guess no i do not make my bed. reason? lazy and also why im going to get right back into it the moment im home favourite number?

7 just like every other person bc im boring apparently but also its bc when i was a kid i needed to make a password for a device and my mom told me to do 7 bc her bday is on the 7th so my password was 7777 for YEARS (it is not anymore) and it just stuck what’s your job?

graduating hs in approx...6 days apparently so ig student(which isnt a job but shhh) but only for 6 more days but THEN once august hits im going to be a student once again (college...yay) if you could go back to school, would you?

this really wasnt meant for graduating hs students was it. can you parallel park?

i cant drive :( do you think aliens are real?

yes. and unlike rayleene it IS because i believe that there's a whole civilized society hanging out a few billion light years away. mostly bc i just think that the universe is so big (to put it lightly) that i just refuse to believe that there aren't other sentient lifeforms out there. plus the world is so big and scary and if we are the only ones out in that world then it gives the existence of humans more meaning than i think we need/deserve and then i start freaking out

can you drive a manual car?

still cant drive :( guilty pleasure?

honestly probably fanfiction at this point. multiple times ive considered the idea of seriously stopping consuming it bc i just feel that it takes up so much of my time. time that i could be using to do other stuff that are actually useful to me like sometimes people ask me if i have hobbies and i find that the answer is no? because i spend so much time reading fanfiction so in a way ig it IS my hobby because reading is a hobby its just that people usually mean books but unfortunately telling people my hobby is reading fanfiction violates the social norms of our society so i end up feeling guilty about it tattoos?

dont have any (underage. not that its stopped multiple of my friends lmao) and honestly dont plan on getting any for multiple reasons 1. on a surface level its bc im very very scared of needles 2. on a deeper level its bc im pretty scared of commitment and making irreversible choices and i dont think i genuinely have anything meaningful in my life that i would want to get put on my skin if i want to showcase my interest and love for something id rather just get a poster for it idk favourite colour? purple!! not bc of bts (preview for my answer to the next question) but bc i just think its neat :] favourite type of music? im a kpop fan i will admit ;-; but also i do listen to a lot of pop, rap, and hiphop in general do you like puzzles?

lowkey no bc i get really frustrated if it takes me too long to do something any phobias?

needles and blood. like one time (a few months ago) my school held a blood drive and i decided to do it bc if i did id get a cord for my graduation and also my friend was doing it. when i went i was a little anxious but it wasnt horrible. however, by the time they started checking my iron i was a little more stressed and by the time they finished checking my iron (which involved pricking my finger and getting my blood which i watched and this was my mistake) and told me i was good to go to the donation area i was feeling very anxious and stressed and this is all a long winded backstory to me saying that i fainted the moment i stood up after getting my iron checked before i could even start donating blood

fun fact: still ended up getting the cord because apparently i "tried" favourite childhood sport? i guess at some point i loved tennis as a kid since i begged my mom to play it as a kid. this didnt turn out well as i ended up hating it after a few years but was forced to continue by my mom to the point that i would get like stress stomach aches bc of how much i didnt want to do it and when i was finally allowed to stop i ended up hating tennis so much that to this day i refuse to watch it do you talk to yourself?

only in my sleep apparently lol tea or coffee? iced coffee >>>>> first thing you wanted to be when growing up?

when i was in middle school they asked my health class this question and my response was "something that would let me stay at home and do what i want with my time." obviously my 11 year old classmates took this as a sign that i wanted to be a stay at home parent (do not want kids but thats another story) and started teasing me for it however, now as im older i still think baby tyler was so fucking valid and lowkey i think a lot of those once upon a time 11 year olds would also agree with me now what movies do you adore?

How to train your dragon and Ferris Bueller's Day Off are two that i think of right away

[mysticalbookkeeper]

A Walk in the Park

Id was sitting on a bench in the blue forest, watching ducks in a pond. As annoying as it could be when things constantly and endlessly got pulled to the island, Id had to admit, it did have its perks. There was never a pond, or an ice cream truck before, or…

Id’s thoughts wandered to the newest addition on the island as of two months ago.

The first time he met Lilac, he was his usual self, all goofy and silly and being the true evil villain he was.

But when she defeated him, and would somehow show up in the places he appeared in, Id actually spoke more calmly, rather than just doing his usual monologuing he reserved for the other islanders when he was trying to look all evil and stuff.

Id was still daydreaming, when a voice startled him, almost causing him to teleport away.

“Hi Id! What are you doing here?”

He turned to Lilac and tried to save face.

“Hey Lilac, trying to cook up some evil plans for the lovely townsfolk in Rook, what are you doing here?” Asked Id.

Lilac grinned. She was the only one who knew all Id really did was play harmless pranks on people and act like he was evil.

“I was actually coming to find you and I’m glad I did.” Lilac said. Id felt his face turn red.

“Oh…why?” He asked.

“Well, I was wondering, if you weren’t too busy with your evil plans, if we could just spend the day together?” Lilac asked.

Id felt his heart race in excitement. “R…really?” He asked.

“Yeah. I was actually asked to come this way to get some materials for Joxxi, but it can wait. They’re kind of occupied with other villagers right now because a certain someone decided to allow a bunch of goblins into the town.” Lilac smiled knowingly at Id.

He chuckled nervously, before shaking his head. “Ah, sorry. I-I’ll get that cleaned up right now and…”

“Relax, no need. It’s already being taken care of.” Lilac said.

“Oh.” Id said, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.

“So…?” Lilac gave him a hopeful look.

“Well…if you have nothing else to do, then I guess it’s alright.” Id said.

“Awesome! C’mon Id! Let’s go for a walk!” Lilac said, grabbing the man by the wrist and dragging him along the path.

Lilac and Id walked side by side, as they gazed around the forest.

A squirrel ran in front of them and Lilac wondered if it was going to a secret area. She decided she would check it later when she came back. For now, she just wanted to hang out with Id. Ever since she came to the island, she wasn’t sure how it would turn out. She figured it would be just like any other adventure she had in other worlds. That was before she met Id. Ever since, she’d been hanging out with him a lot and together they went on many adventures on the island.

“So how have you been Id?” Asked Lilac.

“I’ve been good. Not much has happened. Other than the whole goblin thing. What else would you like to do while we walk?” Id asked.

Lilac shrugged. “Just walk. I’m in no rush, so we have the whole time to ourselves.”

Id nodded. He fumbled around. He never had a regular conversation with anyone. Not anything that didn’t involve him monologuing, or dragging someone into one of his pranks.

“Rather nice day, isn’t it? Nice and dry after that rain a few weeks ago.” Lilac said.

Id nodded. “Do you not like rain?”

“I love rain! You’ve obviously seen me splashing in the puddles around one of your regular hang out spots by the lake.” Lilac pointed out.

“Ha ha. Usually I leave that spot after meeting someone, and leave a sign, but…well, I guess something kinda draws me back.” Id said, looking at her.

“Must be a really nice spot. It’s definitely got lots of cool frogs and some nice fish.”

Id chuckled. “I…I was referring to you a…actually.”

“I know. I’m just messing with ya.” Lilac grinned.

Id smiled. “I…” he hid his face under his top hat.

Lilac looked at him and cocked her head.

She waited as Id tried to gather the words he wanted to say.

“Lilac, I…like you.”

“Oh?” Asked Lilac, still smiling, yet her heart flipped a million times over in glee.

“Y…you’re so nice and…and strong and…I…I’d like…to be your…”

Lilac continued to patiently wait, knowing Id had a tougher time with sharing his true feelings.

“Your friend. If you think that is okay?” He asked.

“Of course I do. I was gonna ask the same thing, but I’m glad you did. Thank you Id. That means a lot to me.” Lilac said.

Id rose his head, but his face was still beet red.

“Y…you’re welcome. And thank you as well.” Id said. Lilac smiled. She stepped closer to the bashful Id and gently took his hand in hers. Id turned even more red and grinned. He felt his heart jump up and down and melt and soar all at the same time.

They watched ducks pass by and swim towards the far end of the lake.

Frogs croaked in the cattails, singing their ensemble.

Dragonflies buzzed overhead and flocks of birds flew through the afternoon skies. It all seemed magical, like a fairy tale story.

And luckily, there were no monsters on their path as they were kinda forced back into the bush. Sometimes, unfortunately, they did tend to jump unsuspecting wanderers, but none of them seemed to want to cause any trouble right now.

Id saw a bunch of flowers and picked one. A purple flower with a few pedals spread out from a yellow centre.

He hid it behind his back and gently tapped Lilac’s shoulder. She looked at him curiously. He showed Lilac the flower.

“Oh, thank you.” She said, accepting the flower. “It’s beautiful Id.”

“Yeah. It’s a flower that is common around the island in a few spots. They prefer the company of other flowers like them, and it made me think of you. Also the fact that it’s purple.” Id said.

Lilac gently put the flower in her pocket and gave Id a hug.

“Thank you. This is a lovely gift Id.” She said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Id grinned and felt his heart beat at a hundred miles per minute.

“Y…you’re welcome.” He said as he returned the hug. They hugged for a while, the sounds of the animals and bugs singing around them, as if singing a song for them.

“Well…” Lilac said, gently releasing Id from the hug, but holding onto his hand. “Shall we continue?”

Id nodded. The two resumed walking, both of them feeling bubbly.

“Hey Id, want some ice cream?” Asked Lilac.

“Umm, sure. I’ll pay.” Id said. But Lilac gently shook her head, smiling and walked up to the cart herself.

Id followed her and watched as Lilac ordered for them.

“What flavour do you like Id?” Asked Lilac.

“I like chocolate.” He answered honestly.

“Alright. I’d like a chocolate cone too please.” She told the kin running the stand. He placed their orders.

“Alright, that will be six gold.” Said the kin.

Lilac nodded and handed the kin the coins and he handed her their cones, one was mint chocolate chip and the other was chocolate. She passed the chocolate one to Id and he took a bite and Lilac took a bite of hers as well.

“Thank you Lilac.” Id said.

“Anytime Id.” Lilac replied, smiling.

They continued walking and eating.

“Hey Id. What’s your favourite animal?” Asked Lilac as they walked.

“Pardon?” Asked Id.

“What animal do you like best?” Asked Lilac.

“Uhh…gee, that’s a tough one. Umm…I guess…frogs and…puppies. I do like cats. And ducks are kinda cool as well.” Id said.

“Cool. I like dogs and cats. And whales and dolphins. Ducks too.” Said Lilac.

Id nodded.

“Oh, also frogs and turtles and tortoises. They’re cool too.” Lilac said.

Id nodded. He took another bite of his ice cream.

Lilac looked at the lake. “What will you be doing tomorrow Id?”

“Oh, well, as I said, I’m cooking up some new evil schemes for the townsfolk.”

“May I know what they are?” Asked Lilac.

“Ah, I would sure love to my dear, but I’m afraid I must keep it a secret. Even my greatest allies cannot know my dastardly plans in case they might leak it.” Id said, his voice raised a little as if speaking to a crowded room.

Lilac grinned. “Ah come onnn, I won’t tell. Promise.” She said.

“I’m afraid not. But I can tell you it does involve something similar to snakes. But not quite.” Id said.

Lilac grinned. “Ah, I see. Disappointing. Hopefully I’ll get to see your evil plan unfold tomorrow then.”

“Well…you live in town, so…maybe?” Asked Id.

“Maybe, but you know I help Gorgax run the library now. So chances are I won’t get a chance to see your latest evil scheme. But I’m sure I’ll hear all about it.” Lilac answered.

“Well…maybe I should hold off until your day off.” Id said. “When will that be?”

“Id, you don’t have to do that. If you really wanna do this evil scheme, then I won’t stop you. You can tell me all about it when I get off work.” Lilac said.

“Aww. Okay.” Id said a little disappointed.

Lilac took a bite of her ice cream. An idea came to her.

“You know…you could do your evil scheme with me.” She suggested.

“I…I don’t know. I got in trouble last time I did that and I don’t want to get you into trouble.” Id said.

“I’ll come outside on my first break. You can do it then.” Lilac said.

“Will that be okay with you?” Id asked, eating more of his ice cream.

“Definitely! I haven’t gotten a famous Id prank for a little while. It will be nice to get pranked again.” Lilac said.

Id smiled. “Well…alright.”

Lilac returned the smile and finished the rest of her ice cream, having eaten the waffle cone as well.

Id finished his shortly after and the two continued on.

“Lilac, look.” Id whispered and pointed to a patch of flowers nearby.

On the petals were butterflies of different colours, just lazing about.

The two silently crept close and looked at them.

“Whoa. That’s so cool!” Lilac whispered.

“Isn’t it? These guys got pulled to the island a long time ago. Probably from where you came from originally.” Id said.

Lilac nodded. “Probably.”

They continued looking at the butterflies. One of them flew up and onto the bridge of Id’s nose. It gently tickled him as it sat there, fluttering its wings gently, as if saying a gentle hello.

Lilac giggled. Another butterfly flew up to her and landed on her nose and Id giggled as well.

The one butterfly on Id began to flutter down and fluttered to his cheek, before walking along it, down to the back of his neck. Id giggled and blushed as the butterfly crawled on him. Lilac giggled too as her butterfly did the same thing, crawling underneath her hair. The two butterflies rested on the back of their necks.

“Guess, we were warm to them.” Lilac said.

Id nodded. The other butterflies seemed to notice their companions gone and flew towards Lilac and Id, resting on them, trying to find a warm spot to rest before their next flight.

Id rose his chin as one crawled down it, going to the side of his neck and he giggled.

Some of the butterflies rested in Lilac’s hair and another one travelled down to her left hand and rested on it.

The two just sat and watched the butterflies gently resting on them.

“This is new.” Lilac said.

“What do you mean?” Asked Id.

“Well, normally this stuff doesn’t happen to me, except maybe on occasion, and it was only one butterfly. Never this many. Guess they’re really friendly here.” Said Lilac.

Id nodded. “It happens to me a lot, but of course, I live here and have lived here for one thousand years, so I’m kind of used to it.” He said.

Lilac nodded and the two continued to sit in silence.

Lilac looked at the sun in the sky. It was still pretty early in the afternoon, though Joxxi did need those parts that day.

“Hey Id, when we’re done our walk, can I ask a favour?” Asked Lilac.

“Sure, anything.” Id said.

“Could you teleport me back to the town when I gather the supplies? Just to the outskirts, you don’t have to take me into town.” Lilac said.

“Well…okay.” Id smiled at her. He giggled when a butterfly crawled on his neck and rested on the bottom part, getting the warm spot in between the neck and shoulder.

“These guys are really cute, eh?” He asked, watching more crawl around on him, moving to different spots.

“Yeah. Butterflies are my favourite bugs. What with the patterns on their wings and what not.” Lilac said.

Id giggled. “Yeah.”

He giggled more when he felt another butterfly join the first one on the back of his neck.

They sat for a little longer.

“Well…guess we should be heading.” Id said.

“Yeah. Sitting here is getting to be tiring.” Lilac said and she stood up along with Id. But the butterflies stayed put. Some did flutter off of them for a short moment, only to land back on them.

“I guess…they’re coming with us?” Asked Id.

Lilac laughed. “I guess so.” She said as the one on her hand climbed up her arm and rested on her shoulder.

They began to walk and the butterflies held firm.

Lilac and Id continued walking, feeling a little weird with butterflies on them.

They saw a bench and decided to sit down for a bit, careful not to crush the butterflies on them (not that it mattered as the butterflies seemed to all hang on their necks and front torsos).

Id looked at the lake and watched the water rippling. Lilac looked at it as well, then turned her gaze to Id, a sly grin creeping on her face. She scooted a little closer to Id. He looked at her, a curious look on his face.

She continued to grin slyly at him. She leaned gently forward and Id leaned back.

“Uhh, Lilac? What are you…”

All of a sudden, her arms sprang forth and she began to tickle his armpits. Id laughed and all the butterflies flew off of him, but remained close by.

The butterflies on Lilac flew off too and they all hovered nearby as Lilac continued to tickle Id.

“L-Lilac! No! Stop! W-what if s-someone sees us?! I-I can’t let a-anyone else…see me…at my weak point!” Id laughed.

“Then why aren’t you stopping me?” Asked Lilac slyly.

“I am!” Id protested.

Lilac did stop and Id tried to hide his disappointment, when she grabbed his hand and gently lead him to the grass behind the bench and tackled him down and resumed tickling him.

“Ahh! No! S-stop! This is worse! You have me pinned!” Id shouted.

Lilac tickled under his armpits for a little while, before moving to the sides of his stomach.

Id howled with laughter.

“L-Lilac! Stop! I’m begging you, please!” Id shouted.

“Evil doers don’t beg~.” Lilac said in a sing song voice.

“F-fine! Then I demand that you stop! P-please! Tickling is not allowed here!”

“I didn’t see a sign that said so!” Lilac continued, moving to tickle under his chin and right armpit.

“Stop! Stop!” Id shouted. Though his arms were free, he did nothing to stop her.

“Not yet~. I wanna keep going.” Lilac said.

Id laughed and allowed Lilac to continue tickling him.

“Ah—okay! Okay! I’m…I’m out of breath!” Id gasped.

Lilac did stop and chuckled mischievously as Id caught his breath. She laid down next to him and snuggled up next to him.

“Ah, shouldn’t we get going?” Asked Id.

“Ohh, we still have time! Let us just rest a little.” Lilac said with a wave of her hand…that went to tickle Id’s neck a little and he giggled.

Lilac giggled as well and stopped, moving her hand back down to his chest.

“Isn’t this…what couples do? Not that I don’t want you to stop, just…”

“I read that friends do this kind of thing too. It’s called platonic cuddling.”

“Well alright then. Then…maybe…we could do this tomorrow? After my evil scheme is done?” Id said.

“Mm. Yeah. That would be nice.”

“Alright. I’ll have to see if I have room in my schedule, but I think I can squeeze it in between my practice monologuing and my next evil schemes.” Id said.

Lilac laughed and rested her head underneath Id’s arm.

He smiled down at her. The butterflies rested close by, resting on the bench they had just been sitting on.

Id gently removed his hat and set it to the side and looked at the sky as he heard Lilac gently doze off a little. Id cast a glance at her and his heart skipped a beat again.

He gently ran a hand through her hair and smiled. He never had a friend before. Granted, he never really hung out in town before except to cause trouble for the locals. But having a real genuine friend felt nice. Comforting. Id wished he and Lilac could stay that way forever, but he knew they would have to get moving soon. But for now, he decided to allow them to rest and enjoy the moment.

He returned his gaze to the sky and watched as the clouds rolled by, being gently blown by the wind.

Id felt a tickling on his nose and giggled, before his eyes fluttered open and saw one of the butterflies on his nose, seeming to have woken him up.

He looked at the position of the sun and saw it was still high in the sky, but starting to lower, signalling it was still early afternoon.

He looked at the dozing form of Lilac who had propped herself on his chest. He sighed, smiling. He didn’t want to wake her up, but he knew she had a job to do and didn’t want her to end up late. He looked at the sky and continued to lay down, allowing Lilac to doze for a few more minutes. A butterfly flew over to her, but Id scowled and shook his head at it.

“Let her have a few minutes.” He hissed, careful not to wake her.

“Hey. Hey Lilac.”

Lilac gently woke up, looking at the lake before gently sitting up and looking at Id.

“Morning sunshine. Have a good sleep?” He asked.

“Yeah. I guess we better get going huh?” Lilac asked.

“Yeah. Come on, before I end up getting you in trouble with Joxxi.” Id said and stood up, and offered his hand to Lilac. She smiled and took it, and Id lifted her up rather quickly and she almost stumbled. Id laughed and Lilac playfully scowled at him.

“Ah come on, don’t be like that.” Id said as he and Lilac walked off.

“One day Id, you might not get so lucky and I’ll get you.” Lilac said, shaking a fist at him.

“Ha! No one has been able to foil me yet. What makes you think you’ll be lucky?” Asked Id.

“Oh, I have some tricks up my own sleeve. Just you wait you foul villain.” Lilac answered.

Id laughed.

They soon reached the other side of the park, where the supplies Lilac needed were and both Lilac and Id gathered them up.

“Alright, ready Freddy?” Asked Id.

Lilac looked around, making sure they had what they needed, before nodding.

“Yup! Teleport me away!” Lilac said.

Id chuckled and stood close to her, grabbing her hand with his free hand and teleported them both.

They stood on the cobblestone pathway that lead straight into town.

“Thank you Id. Today was the best day ever.” Lilac said.

“Anytime. But be careful. You never know what might happen next, during my latest evil schemes.” Id said.

Lilac grinned. “Well, then I might just have to foil you when that does happen and put you in your place.”

“We shall see, won’t we?” He asked.

“We shall.”

Lilac and Id set their items down and Lilac hugged Id. He returned the hug, making sure no one else was around to witness this and relaxed once he was certain there was no one else.

Lilac soon let go of Id and picked up the stuff. Id decided to make it easy for her and teleported away and came back with a wagon.

“Here. So you don’t have to carry such a heavy load.” He said.

“Thank you Id.” Lilac said and Id helped her load the stuff into the wagon.

“Anytime. See you tomorrow Lilac. You’ll see…you may have been spared of my evil schemes today, but tomorrow, you’re going to get the biggest surprise of your life! Hee hee hee. I’m so excited!” Id giggled.

“Awesome. Can’t wait. See ya tomorrow buddy!” Lilac said.

“Hey! Calling others buddy is my thing!” Id protested, still smiling.

Lilac laughed.

Id teleported away, leaving her by herself.

Lilac calmed down and sighed, a big smile on her face. She couldn’t wait to see what Id cooked up for her the next day.

Once night fell and Lilac had dinner at her home in Rook, she watched a movie (Prince of Egypt) with popcorn and soon headed to bed, having brushed her teeth and hair.

She put on her pyjamas and took out the flower that Id gave her from her jean pants pocket and smiled. She went downstairs and grabbed a glass bottle from her cupboard and filled it with water and placed the flower gently inside and carried it back to her room.

She placed the flower on the windowsill and looked up at the moon.

“Good night Id.” She said and went to climb into her bed and turned off her bedside light and immediately dozed off.

A butterfly, the same one that had landed on Id had decided to flutter in through the open window and landed on Lilac’s cheek.

“Good night Lilac.” It whispered the message Id asked to give it into her ear. Then the butterfly flew off and back out into the night to return to its friends.

[v-hope]

—contigo | 2. acceso denegado

pairing: jeon jeongguk x latina!reader

genre: fluff (ig?), second time meeting, no foreigners allowed situation, jeongguk seems to worry lil too much about y/n’s well-being, ft. eunwoo and jaehyun who are two supportive yet teasing lil shits

word count: 3.2k

a/n: helloo! i don’t have much to say about this part other than what i wrote in the genre tbh lmao, i’m open to commenting stuff via feedback ksñaks. i hope you guys enjoy!

It was supposed to be a fun night out.

Your first night out, actually.

With all the moving in, the jet lag you had gone through the first couple of weeks, adapting to the new job, and just… adapting to pretty much everything else, you had not had time to go out to party yet. But that was supposed to change tonight, since the day prior your coworkers had invited you to go out with them.

You had dressed as nicely as you could and had made sure to arrive earlier than you usually would’ve done back home, where you would probably have arrived 15 or even 30 minutes later, as it was pretty much the unspoken rule whenever you hung out with your friends. You were well aware that punctuality was a must over here.

Maybe you had overdone it, though, for you had actually made it to the pub before everyone else, having to wait on a corner for your coworkers to arrive. Better earlier than late, you thought.

And then, a good amount of minutes later, when everyone had arrived and greeted you, you had gotten in line with them.

Only to be denied the access once you were about to show your ID.

You had heard about this. Your friends back home had warned you about it. You had seen other foreigners talk about it on the internet. But, for some reason, something inside you —probably your egocentric side—, had told you it wouldn’t happen to you.

Yet here you were, left to figure it out on your own as the people you had just met with made their way inside the club regardless of your situation.

Letting out a defeated sigh, you moved to the side not to hold back the line, as there was no use arguing with the bodyguard by the entrance, and took your phone out to check the time.

10:56pm.

At least you would save some taxi money by taking the bus back to the apartment instead, considering how early it was on a Saturday night.

Lovely.

Shoving your mobile back into your purse, you decided there was no use standing outside any longer, and took a step forward to start walking to the bus stop a few streets down the pub.

However, you found yourself being temporarily stopped by a shoulder colliding with yours.

Immediately turning around to say sorry with a bow that came out a bit more effusive than you had planned, you were met with the same guy who had walked into your studio by mistake a little bit over a month ago.

“Oh,” his lips turned into a surprised pout once he acknowledged you. “Y/N”.

Your eyebrows were raised in surprise — both over having Jeongguk right in front of you once again, and over the fact that he knew your name.

Trying to compose yourself just like you had done back then, you failed to notice the teasing look the guy next to him had just thrown his way at the sound of your name abandoning his mouth.

“You…” you hesitated, not being able to recall the answer to what you were about to ask. “Did I tell you my name when we first met?”

“Uh, I think so…” Jeongguk played it cool.

Well, he tried to. His visible nervousness over your question, however, had betrayed him.

Telling you he had talked about you with Jaehyun and he had not been able to forget your name since, was not an option. Let alone letting you know the rest of his friends knew about you, too, as Jaehyun had made sure to fill them in on his accidental encounter with you that one day.

In a desperate attempt to have you not ask any further questions, he looked at his friend next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “This is Eunwoo, he’s in Astro” he introduced him. “I’m Jeongguk”.

You couldn’t help but let out a light laugh at that. It was nice of him to introduce himself when you very clearly already knew who he was. When it came to his friend, however, you had appreciated the introduction, for you did not really know about the many k-pop groups and idols around here, as ironic as it was.

“Hello,” you smiled at Eunwoo. Jeongguk seemed to already know your name anyway. “I’m Y/N. I work for SM Entertainment”.

Eunwoo gave you a polite bow, smiling at you and then sneaking a glance to his friend. He knew where you worked at. “Nice to meet you, Y/N”.

Your smile grew bigger, reciprocating the sentiment.

“You’re going in?” Jeongguk asked, receiving a small shake of head as your answer.

“No foreigners allowed” you let him know, throwing a quick glance towards the entrance for them to understand what you meant.

Both idols found themselves knitting their eyebrows together in disapproval.

“I didn’t know about that rule” Eunwoo commented, receiving a nod from Jeongguk.

“You guys come here often?” you couldn’t help but ask.

“Kind of?” Jeongguk tilted his head. “We don’t get to go out very often, but we do come here whenever we get to. It’s kind of exclusive, I guess. No fans, media and all that”.

“I see…”

Now it made sense why your coworkers had been so adamant on coming to this particular place.

“Well, I should get going now…” you mumbled, eyes travelling from Eunwoo to Jeongguk as you smiled politely. “Have a nice night”.

“You could come in with us,” Eunwoo offered before you could walk away, almost out of reflex after having taken a look at his friend’s disappointed expression over you being about to leave. “I mean, not to pull the idol privilege card, but…”

You chuckled. “Thank you, but don’t worry about me. I’ll just go back home and order some tteokbokki to comfort myself”.

“Are you going back by taxi?” Jeongguk asked, not being able to ignore how dark the streets were.

“Bus” you corrected.

“We’ll walk you to the bus stop” he offered — though it came out as more of a statement.

“There’s no need to” you kindly declined. “I don’t want to keep you guys from going in already”.

“We still have to wait for Jaehyun-ie, though” he pointed out.

To be fair, he knew very well that they could always wait for him inside. Plus, Mingyu and Yungyeom were already waiting for them — the buzzing phone in his pocket letting him know so, as they bombarded the group chat for them to hurry up. But it was an excuse to get to know you a little bit more before he most probably stopped seeing you for a good couple of months, and he was taking it.

Well aware of his friend’s interest in you, Eunwoo took his phone out and opened the group chat. Ignoring the incoming texts from the two 97 liners already inside, he smiled to himself when he read Jaehyun’s single text in it.

“Jaehyun’s about to arrive anyway,” he informed both of you, shoving his phone back inside his pocket. “His taxi is dropping him off on the main street, we could meet him there”.

Jeongguk tried his best to conceal his smile, nevertheless, all his efforts were helpless the moment you nodded. If they were going that way anyway, there was no reason for you not to accept their offer, right?

Saying nothing else, the three of you started walking down the few streets leading to the bus stop.

You couldn’t help but steal a few glances at Jeongguk as the three of you walked in silence, eyes instinctively going from his round chocolate eyes to the piercing on his bottom lip — having to actively remind yourself to stop thinking about how handsome he was and to keep it professional.

Sure, you were not at work right then, nor did he belong to the company you worked for, but he was still an idol, and a worldwide figure at that. You had to keep your cool. Which, being absolutely honest, was a hard as hell thing to do, considering he was only centimeters away from you and the breeze of the night allowed you to smell that particular scent of his that would drive anyone crazy.

Forcing yourself to look ahead of you and remain like that, you failed to notice the way Jeongguk had stolen a glance at you just the same — a shy smile curving up his lips at how beautiful he thought you looked that night. If seeing you at work, when you had put little to no effort to stand out, had been enough to catch his attention, tonight you sure as hell had managed to take over his entire mind.

“So… how long have you been here?” Jeongguk tried to make small talk, enjoying the way your eyes had immediately locked with his.

“In Seoul?” you asked, internally beating yourself over that particular stupid question. Oblivious to that, he nodded. “Um… a little over two months now”.

“And have you liked it so far?”

“I have, yes” you nodded. “I mean, I’ve mostly been either at work or running errands, so I haven’t had time to tour around… but I’m in love with the food so far, and it feels like a very safe place, too”.

“That’s good to hear” he smiled. “The food here is amazing, and I’m not just saying it because I’m Korean,” his words earned a light laugh from you that was soon followed by him. “You should really try and go out more”.

“I will once I settle down completely” you reassured him.

“Why’d you come here tonight?” Eunwoo was the one to ask this time, drawing both your attention to him. “There are places like Itaewon which are far more interesting when it comes to partying”.

You let out a breathy laugh. “So I’ve heard. I just came here because it was supposed to be a coworkers get together”.

“So your coworkers are inside the pub right now?”

“Mhm…” you nodded, suddenly feeling embarrassed. “Guess they weren’t willing to give that exclusive place up over only one person who couldn’t make it inside”.

“They sound lovely” Eunwoo joked, earning a laugh from you and Jeongguk.

Just as your mouth had opened to add another sarcastic remark to Eunwoo’s one, your eyes caught Jaehyun’s figure half a street away. Catching up on that, the two men next to you waved their hands to their friend, who wasted no time on speeding up his pace to make it next to you in a matter of seconds.

“Sorry I’m late, something went down at the dorms” he shamefully apologized, eyes then taking in your presence. “Y/N!”

“Hey” you smiled.

“You’re joining us tonight?”

You shook your head no. “Wouldn’t be too professional of me to hang out with an idol from the company I work for now, would it?”

Although all three of them had laughed at your lighthearted comment, Jeongguk couldn’t help but wonder if you would think the same about hanging out with an idol from another company. Was that the reason you had refused to go inside with them? God, he hoped not.

“They don’t have to know” Jaehyun mischievously raised an eyebrow.

It was not like the two of you had not interacted more than once back at the company anyway, mainly when you would run into each other at the cafeteria. Being a 97 liner as well, you had found yourselves getting along rather well.

“The place is filled with SM staff, bro” Eunwoo let him know.

“It is?”

“Yeah, Y/N was supposed to be there, too”.

“And what happened?” Jae asked you this time.

“Um… the bodyguard at the entrance wouldn’t let me in and they all went inside anyway”.

“Wait, they ditched you?!” his voice came out louder than he had intended. “Why wouldn’t they let you in to begin with?”

You shrugged, looking down to your feet as you did not want to repeat what you had already told Jeongguk and Eunwoo. They would most probably fill him in on the details once you left either way.

It was only then you realised how much the whole situation had actually affected you. Call it damaged ego, embarrassment, hurt… whatever it was, it upset you. And you would avoid the topic as much as you could.

Thankfully, all three of them had seemed to understand what you were feeling — not pushing it any further.

“We were walking her to the bus stop,” Jeongguk let Jaehyun know, being quick to change the topic. “We thought about meeting you there”.

He nodded, turning around to start walking back there. “Let’s go then”.

“No, it’s okay” you caught their attention, taking a few steps away from them. “The bus stop is only two streets away, I can walk alone from here”.

“It’s late at night, though…” Jeongguk pointed out.

“It’s not even midnight yet” you amusedly reminded him.

He shrugged. “It’s still pretty dark”.

“I’ve walked alone at night in Latin America for years now, I think I can survive this” you playfully squinted your eyes at him.

“That bad?” Eunwoo asked.

“You don’t wanna know” you let out a breathy laugh. “Thanks for being so considerate, though”.

“Wait, before you go” Jaehyun stopped you, rushing to take his phone out of his pocket.

Unlocking it under your curious eyes, he handed it to you, receiving a confused look before you reluctantly took it in your hands — eyes opening wide when you realised the dial option was open.

“Your number” he simply said when you seemed to have frozen.

Taking a deep breath yet not giving it a second thought, you typed the Korean number you had ever so diligently memorized after arriving in Seoul. The one you had thought would be absolutely useless to have memorized by now, as in the two months you had been here you had made exactly zero friends.

Once you made sure you had typed the right one, you handed it back to Jaehyun — feeling your phone buzz in your pocket the very next second, announcing an incoming call after he had done so.

“Save my number,” he ordered, hanging up the call and shoving his phone into his pocket. “I’ll be glad to help you out if something like this happens again”.

“Ohhh, what a gentleman” Eunwoo teased, missing the sulky pout that had just formed in Jeongguk’s lips.

“We’re SM buddies, we gotta stick together”.

“Thank you” you smiled. “I really hope I never have to bother you, though”.

“Staff members and idols can be friends, you know?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Can they?” you teasingly questioned with a tilt of head. Not sure if that was what your contract said.

“Like I said before, the company doesn’t have to know” he shrugged nonchalantly. “We all hang out in the end”.

“I’ll believe you then” you chuckled.

“Hey, um…” Jeongguk caught your attention. “I-Is it okay if I get your number from Jaehyun?”

You found yourself being completely taken aback, having to take a second to process whether you had heard that right or your average knowledge in Korean was betraying you. His friends, on the other hand, had a hard time keeping their teasing comments to themselves.

Keep it professional, you reminded yourself when you could just not ignore the way your heart had sped up.

“Um… w-what for?” you wondered.

“I, uh…” he tilted his head out of nervousness.

To keep in contact with you regardless of not being able to see you very often. To get to know you.

“There’s this place I know that has the best tteokbokki I’ve ever had. I can send you their contact information, since you wanted to order some”.

You couldn’t hold back the smile that had just curved up the corners of your lips, over the fact that he remembered something you had so casually said minutes ago.

“You can send it from my phone” Jaehyun was quick to tease.

“I’d like to know if she got home safe later tonight, too”.

“You can ask her from his phone” Eunwoo joined in the teasing, laughing as he watched Jeongguk’s frustration grow bigger.

For some reason, you, on the other hand, did not enjoy the bummed look on his face as much as his friends did.

“You can have it” you agreed, loving the way his face had lit up and his lips had parted into a bunny smile at that.

“I can?” he carefully confirmed.

“Mhm…” you confirmed. “I’m really craving tteokbokki now, so I’ll be waiting to hear from that place you’re talking about”.

“I’ll text you right away” he smiled as well.

“I’ll be waiting then,” you smiled, throwing a quick glance over your shoulders. “I better go catch the bus before it gets any later…”

Seeing them nod once your eyes were back on them, you took a step towards them out of instinct, only to stop in your tracks right on time when you realised they did not say goodbye to people —even those they had just met— by kissing their cheek, like you had been doing all your life.

Internally thanking the fact that you had remembered before actually kissing one of Jeongguk’s cheeks and freaking them all out, you ended up bowing instead, having them gently do the same.

“Have lots of fun tonight”.

“Take care” Jeongguk said before you turned around to walk away.

Watching you intently as your figure got further and further away from them, he failed to feel the teasing smiles his friends were staring at him with. Only realising they would —once again— not let him live this down the moment his eyes fixed back on them, after you had turned left in a corner and he was no longer able to see you.

“What?” he asked.

Eunwoo snorted. “Out of all the crushes you’ve had, I had never seen you this desperate”.

“I don’t have a crush” he denied, walking past them as they all made their way back to the pub. “I was just being polite”.

“I think we’re past being polite at this point” Jaehyung called him out. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you accidentally going into her studio when you visited last week. Too bad she was not there”.

Jeongguk’s head lowered in shame. “You guys are just pushing it”.

“Oh, so there’s no need for you to have her number then” he taunted him. “Since you’re only being polite, you can just tell me the name of that tteokbokki place and I’ll text her”.

Jeongguk laughed sarcastically at that, taking his phone out of his pocket and motioning for Jaehyun to do the same. “She said I can have it, so just send me her number and I’ll text her”.

Jaehyun rolled his eyes in amusement, exchanging knowing looks with Eunwoo before he looked for your number on his phone.

Sure, Guk was only being polite and they were definitely pushing it.

[dilucids]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCelebrity crush, Genshin boys idol! au

admitting you're their celebrity crush and their reaction to your reaction

includes: kaeya, diluc, zhongli and xiao

( can't stop thinking about idol! au genshin. any type of celebrity but it's hinted that you're a singer in xiao's. )

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 KAEYA ALBERICH ━━ FROSTWIND SWORDSMAN 〕

━━ this man is sooooo fucking slick with it.

━━ he'll slyly bring it up in an interview or a live with a smirk on his face and then act as if it never happened when someone questions him.

━━ his members just stares at him when he brings you up, knowing, that beneath that sly persona and nonchalant act, there was millions pounds worth of fan merchandise in his room.

━━ he would evade the subject and if it's an interview, the host would have to pry answers from his members instead as he sits there proudly with a smile on his face as his members tell his fan behaviour instead of him.

━━ in a live, he would somehow convince his fans they were hallucinating but someone would post the clip and everyone would just go ballistic, it'd be one of those "top ten things i can't believe kaeya managed to get away with: gaslighting his fans into believing they were crazy."

"Who's your favourite celebrity?" Kaeya reads out from the comments passing quickly through his Instagram live, he pretends to think. A smile forms on his face when he 'decides' on an answer, "probably [Name]."

He watches the comments speed through even quicker before changing the subject, dropping the matter as if it never happened. His fans are all freaking out though, wanting to get more details on his crush on the celebrity but Kaeya ignores all comments about the subject. They never die down though, only ending when Kaeya himself ends the live.

━━ you may have ended on the same show some time after him and the host brings it up ( 100% planned for views ).

━━ it makes you smile because you've already been informed about this topic by your fans and kaeya's.

━━ you'd end up thanking kaeya for the support and say that you've also been lowkey a fan of his group but you've never openly stated that to anyone.

━━ his fans and your fans immediately get to work and start tagging kaeya's insta/twitter, group and personal, under the clip of you shyly admitting you're a fan of his also and he goes mental.

━━ probably sits there watching the entire interview with a huge smile on his face, and it doesn't leave, not even after he finishes the interview ( bonus: diluc is very disturbed ).

━━ HUGE ego boost for the rest of the day. kaeya's normally very confident but he's extra confident, like starts strutting around like he's the shit and even had the balls to nod his head at diluc as if to say "what's up" with the largest shit eating grin on his face.

━━ diluc definitely thought he was picking a fight.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 DILUC RAGNVINDR ━━ DARKNIGHT HERO 〕

━━ more likely to come from one of his members than him.

━━ or he'd be very smooth with it, and brings it up rather subtly. it'd be a small "oh, i ingest their content and enjoy it" and he'd just continue about his day

━━ and his fans will still go insane because diluc actually enjoying something seems weird, especially another celebrity's work

━━ this would obviously reach you, who was an open fan of his group, and you'd freak out when you see it but wouldn't bring it up because he only said he enjoyed your work, not he was a fan.

━━ would definitely get questioned if he was being interviewed on a talk show, he wouldn't evade the question.

━━ he doesn't really see a point in lying, so he simply shrugs and tells the host that he is a fan and owns some merchandise.

"Diluc, a few fans are curious about your statement the other day," the host redirects the questions to Diluc, who raises an eyebrow. "Is it true that you're a fan of [Name]?"

The question makes his heart pick up a little, he leans back on his chair and clears his throat, composing himself before nodding. "I am a fan," the host seems happy by his response. The conversation continues to steer in this direction, asking Diluc if he had attended any fan meetings or merchandise, how he would feel if you two collaborated for a project and then finally ending once the host asks other members if they were fans of anyone.

━━ he thinks nothing of it, continuing with his day as usual but when he gets mentioned by your twitter? the man loses his shit.

━━ he sits there staring at his screen like he was hallucinating and literally tunes everything else out, staring at your little: "i'd love to work with you too!" message with a small smiley face at the end.

━━ he checks the account multiple times just in case it was one of his fans trolling him but clicking on the @ takes him back to your account so he gives in at some point

━━ he types out a normal, professional "thank you, i hope a time comes when we can collaborate" and "i look forward to more of your works" but he's still losing his shit.

━━ stays in his mind for at least a week.

━━ fans always bring up the fact that y'all never did end up collaborating.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 ZHONGLI ━━ VAGO MUNDO 〕

━━ the public is very aware.

━━ he's never made an attempt to hide how he is a fan, not even the massive poster in his room or the little keychain that he hangs on his bag nor the red eyeliner belonging to a makeup brand that you became a brand embassador for, also now one of his favourite brands.

━━ so no one is really surprised when he talks about you or your upcoming work, what is kinda surprising is when he straight up says that he says you're his ideal type.

━━ not because it's shocking that you'd be anyone's ideal type but because they didn't expect the out of the blue question from host and it's even more mind boggling when the man doesn't even stutter nor even think before just saying your name.

━━ members are sat beside him literally losing their shit in both negative ( scandals and shit ) and positive ( it's fucking hilarious ) ways as he just blinks.

━━ he doesn't even look the slightest bit worried as he stares dead straight through the host's head.

━━ obviously scandals emerge, there are positive and negative reactions. some people suddenly realise how good you two would look together and others are mad you "stole" their man because we have delulus in all fandoms.

"So Zhongli," the host starts before clearing his throat, obviously a tad uncomfortable under the eldest member's sudden gaze, "who is your ideal type?" The members also seem curious, as they stop their interactions, staring over at their unusually emotionless member.

One member laughs, waving the question off as a joke and as a way to avoid any possible scandals, knowing that Zhongli wouldn't filter his words due to his lacking understanding of social cues. "C'mon, there's no way that he has an id━━"

"If I had to say, then [Name] suits my preferences." The member who tried to wave it off blinks, staring at Zhongli like he just murdered someone and other members laugh. The host seems pleasantly surprised, peering at the camera with a raised eyebrow and a certain look on his face. The entire studio never gets over it.

━━ it's brought to your attention on twitter because twitter is usually where shit goes down.

━━ you've always been aware that zhongli has been a fan but you've never been able to speak up about it due to your management.

━━ luckily for you, your contract with your previous strict company had ended just a while ago and under your new management, you were more free to do whatever you wanted.

━━ so obviously, you quote tweet the video, tag his account and say in a jokingly way that he should take you out on a date first.

━━ he doesn't publicly reply to your tweet because he already got in trouble with his management for answering such a risky question anyways and your tweet is a little too suggestive.

━━ but he also wants you to know he has seen the tweet. so his solution? to slip into your dms.

━━ and all of a sudden, the next time you're both seen together, you're besties? so people started connecting dots and shit, were they good at connecting them. moral of the story: never underestimate zhongli fans because collectively, they may be able to beat zhongli in an iq test.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 XIAO ━━ CONQUEROR OF DEMONS 〕

━━ best believe this man got death threated or held at gunpoint into admitting you're his celebrity crush.

━━ or he didn't do it at all and his members confessed for him just to tease him.

━━ happens on a group live, members are just vibing.

━━ xiao is sat in the back somewhere, scrolling through his phone with his earphones in so he doesn't notice his members shifting the camera to him or jumps onto him whilst holding the camera.

━━ when he does notice though, he takes out his earbud and your song just blARES through his earphone and it's fucking loud.

━━ he immediately turns it down but his fellow member already has this shit eating grin on his face and jumps onto xiao, successfully grabbing his phone and showing the live of 100k+ people.

━━ his homescreen is one of those "boyfriend/girlfriend/partner material" lockscreens of you and it shows that your song had been playing.

━━ xiao literally attacks his members and grabs his phone back, walking off to escape the embarrassment but can hear the echoing laughter as he walks down the hallway and slams his door closed.

Xiao lets out a sudden 'oompf' when his members glomps right ontop of him, grinning widely as they held up a camera to show off themselves and Xiao. Glancing at the camera, Xiao takes off an earbud, freezing when a loud upbeat tune echoes throughout the open area. Xiao ignores the feeling of his face heating up and turns down the song, ignoring the obvious gleeful stare of his member.

Almost on instinct, he moves his phone away but curse his parents for their genes because all it takes is a little stretching for his member to have his greasy fingers all over his phone, ripping it out of his hands and immediately running away to shield themselves from the wrath of all 5" and a bit of Xiao. When they deem it safe, they click on the home button of the screen, grinning amused at the homescreen.

"Look at fanboy Xiao!" And just like that, Xiao's cold demeanour had been shatteres infront of a plethora of people.

━━ you find it one of the most endearing things ever.

━━ literally how could you not? you find pride in yourself to have such a popular member of an idol group enjoy your work and it helps gain a little more confidence in yourself.

━━ it's brought up on a talk show kinda casually where the host is one of your friends so they are slightly teasing you for it all the whilst remaining on the professional side.

━━ and it's obvious to say that you're embarrassed by the way you chuckle and mess with your fingers and hair, but you hold yourself together anyways and manage a sweet "thank you for the support" to xiao when the host asks if you wanted to say something in case he was watching.

━━ and the very next day, on xiao's official instagram, he has a signed album and poster of yours, tagged and everything.