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You know, I keep seeing so much about people turning to ai for entertainment. And honestly I don't get it. There is something so lifeless about ai art of any kind. Be it writing or digital art itself. But it seems like people are willing to turn to it to get "exactly" what they want.

When in reality creativity is part of what makes us so very human. So if you feel the need to turn to ai for entertainment, this blog isn't for you.

But I still hope you enjoy anyways.

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Sugar, Sugar (Tonio x Chubby Reader)

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You were well known in Morioh. Between being Yukako's aunt and always selling out at the annual school bake sale. It was only a matter of time before you met the Italian Chef in town. But will you butt heads or will sparks fly at your first interaction? Especially once the teens decide to get involved.

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Hi guys, I'm back at it again. I wanted to go super cute and fluffy with this one. And this meet cute idea with Tonio wouldn't stay out of my head. Honestly he gets so little love, especially for such a sweet character. I mean who wouldn't love a chef who wants you to feel good.

Anywho, hope you enjoy.

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Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he smiled. While the boys frequented his restaurant, they had never come to him for a favor. Until now that is. Josuke and Okuyasu talked around the request. While Koichi was the one to finally come out and ask. They wanted to participate in the school's bake sale, but had no idea where to start. Tonio was quick to offer his assistance. Not realizing that he was signing himself up to do all the baking.

Sure the boys were setting up the table. Including making the signs and labels. Still he was hoping that at least one of the boys may want to learn a thing or two. It seems he may have been to hopeful in finding a cooking partner.

The thought didn't upset him though. He knew it would only be a matter of time. Someone to spend a few of his free moments with. To cook along side a person that enjoyed it as much as he did. Perhaps even more than just making food together.

No matter, as he slipped into the driver's seat, his smile remained. He was always happy to help out either way.

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You couldn't belive this was happening. I mean really. A chef, professional trained at that. You glared across the way at his thrown together table.

The three boys surrounding him were familiar. You had met Koichi through your lovely niece Yukako. She really was your pride and joy. Not having the opportunity for children due to focusing on your career. You took any chance that you were in town to spoil your darling niece.

The other two boys were friends of her boyfriend that you met in passing. The group was always running off and getting into trouble. You were fine with it as long as your niece was happy. You remember being a teenager. They were prone to shenanigans.

Still you didn't know why they would bring someone to show you up like this. Sure you were only a home cook. But your baked goodies were always the talk of Morioh.

Narrowing your eyes further, you had a thought. Perhaps when your niece wandered back, you could inquire about this new participant.

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Josuke shivered as a chill ran down his spine. Glancing over his shoulder, his eyes met yours. The shiver turned into a full blown shake. Yukako's equally intense aunt was glaring holes through their booth.

You were someone they had gotten along with. Happy to help out your niece if there was a problem. Which was great if that issue included them. Until your niece was the hindrance. You thought the girl could do no wrong. And were always the first to come to her aid.

So while he didn't know you personally. He was sure that getting on your bad side wouldn't be ideal.

Hurrying to finish hanging up their sign. He was happy to see Yukako make her way over to you. Surely she would keep your attention for a while. That would have been the case, if you didn't start pointing at them.

The moment you began making your way over, he broke into a cold sweat. Nudging Okuyasu with his elbow, he grimaced. “Troubles coming this way and she's not happy.”

Just a glance your way made the other boy stay silent. Your eyes were narrowed to slit. A vein throbbed in your forehead as a menacing aura exuded from you. With a quick shout of bathroom, the two boys escape.

Leaving Tonio and Koichi none the wiser to your approach. The smaller boy turned from helping the man plating the treats. Surprise colored his features as his girlfriend was face to face with him.

Her face held a tight smile as she stepped impossibly closer. “Koichi, you didn't tell me Tonio was coming today." The annoyance was barely hidden in her tone.

Rubbing the back of his head, his eyes darted between the two of you. Cringing at the accusation, he wasn't sure if he should go with the truth or not. As the air became tenser, he decided a half fib would work best. “It was a recent development.”

His stomach unclenched as a smile slipped onto her face. “Oh, OK. That explains it then.” With her mood brightened, she introduced you to the Italian. “Auntie this is Tonio Torasarudi. He owns Trattoria Trussardi and works as the chef there.”

As the man faces you, a tight lipped smile graces your full face. It was obvious the line of work this man was from. Between the plating of his dishes to the smell wafting from them. On top of that the tall white hat adorning his head was blaring his profession. A detail that the boys insisted on him having, unbeknownst to you.

“Yes Yukako, I don't think you could mistake him for anything else.” You shift your gaze to him fully. Giving the teens a break from your irritation. The man was conventional attracted. Tall with a nice build. Add in the neat hair and what could be considered dazzling smile. It was enough to make your eye twitch. Offering a hand, you reluctantly introduce yourself.

“Ah, splendido. It is a joy to meet the aunt that lovey Yukako goes on about.” Your cheeks colored, between his strong grip and sweet words. You weren't sure how to feel about this new person. Most people were put off by your attitude. While this man seemed to take it in stride.

It didn't take your niece long to notice your shift in mood. It made an idea spark in her. But it would take more help to put it in place.

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The teens had gathered in the Higashikata's living room. The two taller boys had been playing video games. Not surprised when the young couple came over. But never would they have expected what they wanted to discuss.

She frowned at the pompador wearing male. “No, you don't get it. The second she started talking to him she calmed down.” Pulling her boyfriend closer, she prodded him for backup. “Just ask Koichi, he saw."

While the shorter boy didn't like getting between his friends arguments. He did have to admit she was right. It was like the longer you spoke with the chef. The milder your attitude became. In all honesty it was hard not to notice. Nodding he agreed with the girl. “It was kind of weird. Like he had mellowed out an angry dog."

This comment earned him a slap on the arm. “Hey, don't call her that." While it was true that she had never been on the end of your ire. She had seen it first hand on multiple occasions. Not having a problem with your actions, she never said anything. Though after seeing how calm the Italian man could make you. It made her wonder if you liked being that way.

Sure your job called for you to travel. But the only time she saw you happy was in Morioh. And yesterday was a whole new side of you. Like you were finally able to let down you guard. Be yourself, not the person you allowed others to see. She only wanted you to have that opportunity more often.

Josuke still wasn't sold on the idea. Thinking that setting the two of you up would be bad. Until he thought of the comments Tonio had made. How he would look at the dining couples wistfully. That he wished to have kids of his own one day.

Holding up a finger, he gave the girl a hard look. “One chance. If she hurts him in any way we call the whole thing off.”

She squealed and swung around the light hair boy. Ecstatic that her aunt could be so close to love.

Though he had stayed silent for most of the conversation. He decided that he had a decent point to make. “OK, but how are we going to get them on a date?” Everyone turned towards Okuyasu and he felt the mood turn sour.

Until Josuke's mom calls out. “I'm going to rent something. You kids want anything?” Before she could make it to the front door, she had a line of excited teens whispering behind her.

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Being dragged through the central hub of town wasn't your first choice. But as your darling niece took you from boutique to shoe store. You weren't going to complain. It was always a joy to spend time with the teen.

She had been insistent on you wearing out any new purchase you made. Making sure that see gave her seal of approval on any item picked. While she could be a bit overbearing. It was nice to know she cared about keeping you up on current trends.

So bags in hand all while sporting an entirely different outfit from this morning. You trailed behind the girl happily. Only to almost run into her as she suddenly pauses.

This was the moment she had been waiting for. The signal had been launched. Or more accurately Koichi was waving her down at the cafe they had picked. It was there usual spot when they weren't feeling Tonio's. Turning your way, she abruptly said. “I'm hungry. Let's go get something to eat.”

This was somewhat shocking. But as she made the statement, you couldn't help feeling a bit peckish. It had been some time since you had started your shopping trip. So something to eat sounded pretty good right now.

All the while not knowing what the boys were getting up to.

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Josuke hated to admit it, but the ill tempered girl was right. Tonio was lonely. The moment the teens had asked him for advice. The man was quick to jump at the opportunity. It took only a few sentences to convince him on an outing.

Though the circumstances that they used to lure him out made the teen regretful. They brought him out on the ruse of trying out a date spot for Koichi. Knowing full well that it was to make the two of you ‘bump’ into each other.

He had argued that the stumbling into each other trope was dumb. But then again he was out voted three to one. It seemed that the others thought that following movies was the way to go.

Turning the last corner before the cafe they looked for the short boy. Seeing him talking to your group already. He internally cheered. Ok, maybe he was as excited as everyone else about playing matchmaker.

Feigning surprise, he turns towards the others. “We can't let Yukako know about the plan. Let just say hi real quick.” He bumped his fist with his friend behind the man's back. It was all falling into place.

That is until they joined your group. “If you kiddos want to have fun together I can head home.” You didn't want to intrude on the love bird's time together. You remembered your first crush. Wanting to spend all your time together. It was a sweet memory to think back on.

They started to protest, this was going terribly. You couldn't leave yet! Then they calmed as Okuyasu's voice called out. Turning towards the newcomers, their nerves settled.

Tonio was surprised to see you again. He had been delighted to meet you at the bake sale. It wasn't often that he met someone with a similar intrest in cooking. Most wrote off his job as just that. Not realizing it was his hobby as well. Trying new recipes at home always brought him joy.

Taking in the way your outfit draped over your plush form. He took a moment to appreciate how your beauty seemed to shine through any style. Between your head strong attitude and wonderfully soft body. You really were an enchanting sight.

“Oh, Mr. Trussardi. I didn't expect to see you here.” You stared wide eyed at the man you couldn't keep off your mind. It was as if he had seeped into every free crevices of your thoughts. How he had so easily wormed his way into your head you weren't sure. And as he beamed in front of you. You couldn't find it in yourself to be annoyed.

“The pleasure is all mine bella.” Taking you warm hand into his own. He placed a delicate kiss to your knuckles. Loving the way you flushed under his touch. You were as adorable as you were soft.

Your face suddenly became a burning coal. This man was to much. But you had yet to remove your hand from his grasp. Enjoying the feeling of his large hand enveloping yours.

Smirking Yukako gave Josuke a smug look. Then after she knew he had seen. He tried not to let the adults see the face he pulled at her. She suddenly feigned surprise.

“You guys, I just remembered. We have that important group project due tomorrow.” She watched as you narrowed your eyes. Surely she would have mentioned this to you. Still she wouldn't let you peel away at the lie.

Gathering their group, she apologized as they set off. Knowing that there trap was set. Darting around a nearby corner. They watched as the man offered his arm to you. After a reluctant nod, you allowed him to guide you into the cafe.

Just as the boys made to leave, the girl forced them back. There was obviously more they could do. This date had to be perfect.

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The teens hide behind their menus. The waitress had found it odd that they had requested the most hidden booth in the restaurant. But it was simpler to agree and hope they kept to themselves.

“Josuke move your stupid hair. It's blocking my view.” Before things could get out of hand. The other two in their group tried to keep a fight from starting.

All the while the two of you sat blissfully unaware. To wrapped up in each other's company to notice.

“You've really never had tiramisu?” His tone was veering into incredulous. How could you not have experienced something so delicious from his home land.

Your cheeks never seemed to cool around this man. The flush had even started to spread further. Causing your chest to turn a dainty pink. Was it so odd for you to have not tried it? Shaking your head you said. “No, I just haven't had the opportunity. If it's as good as your making it out, I'll have to find some.”

Placing a gentle hand on your own, he smiles. “Let me make it for you Bella. It would be an honor to introduce you to such a delight.” He was compelled to touch you. To feeling your softness under his fingers. Wondering how pliable the rest of you might be.

Your heartbeat raced at thought. Having such a handsome and kind man cook for you. Turning to your now mediocre and dry pastry. You came to a sudden descion. You were both adults who were obviously interested in one another. So why not take him up on his offer. “OK, let's do it.” Tossing down enough to cover the bill. You stand and offer him your hand. Chest swelling at the look on his face.

His eyes light up at your suggestion. Your plump beauty and strong willed personality were such a wonderful combination. He was quick to accept your warm hand and hold it softly within his own. “I could never refuse such a wonderful offer. Let's head to the market first.”

You both enjoy each other's company as you head out. Not knowing that you were abandoning the fussing teens. But being thankful all the same that you had bumped onto each other that day. It really was something how things seemed to be working out so well.

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my dream as a fanfic writer is for one day, one of my fics to be someones comfort fic. like the fic that they reread when they don't feel good and want to be happy. i want my words to comfort someone one day

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Slow Heart (Gyutaro x Chubby Reader)

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It wasn't hard for Daki to become an idol. Though after a few hiccups, her manager Muzan decides it's time for a change. Enter you, someone to keep the siblings on schedule and taken care of. But what will happen when Daki notices the glances you and her brother exchange?

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Hi guys, I'm back at it again. So I'm watching Demon Slayer and have fallen in love with our residential nasty man. So of course I had to write something for him. But can you have Gyutaro with Daki getting in the way. But we love the siblings all the same.

Also I might already be conjuring up something for our favorite crazed swordsman.

Anywho, I hope you enjoy.

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He never could understand what Daki's obsession was with Muzan's approval. The guy was a major prick. But his sister hung onto ever word he spoke. Any other person he would call pathetic. His sister was his world though. So instead he stood there and felt his nails bite into his palms. Using the pain to keep his tongue from lashing out.

Sure they've been late to a few events. Maybe if they weren't scheduled so close together, there wouldn't have so many issues. But to blame her for passing out at a meet and greet was a new low. If she had time between gigs then it wouldn't be a problem. Being her manager you would think the fedora wearing douche would know that. Someone that stuck up wouldn't take responsibility. Not if they had someone else they could pin it on.

“To think there was a part of me that believed you could be responsible. Well that hope has been proven thoroughly wrong. So I'm going to do something that should have been done long ago.” The man look down his nose at the pair of them. As if he was a disappointed parent.

It made his stomach burn to see the way his sister's lip quivered. How could she consider this entitled prick important. It made him sick to his stomach.

“Please Muzan, give us one more chance.” Her pleas came out shrill as tears gathered in her eyes. She couldn't stand the way he was looking at her. It was to much for her to bear.

Shaking his head, he sneered down at the sniffling woman. “No, I've made my decision. Tomorrow we start interviews.”

This shocked the siblings. Surely their past mistakes didn't mean they would be fired. Well, Daki more than Gyutaro, he was only her bodyguard after all.

Shooting forward, she gripped his hand desperately. “We can do better. I promise.” The tears were flowing freely at this point. There was no need to hold back, when this was the end. Or so they thought.

Shaking his hand free, the frown deepened on his face. “You need someone to keep you in line. If you can't do it yourself. Then I'll hire someone to do it for you.” He seemed to smirk at the confusion on their faces. But it was gone before they could notice.

The two stared after his retreating figure as he told them he would be in touch with the appointment. Which he expected them to be at on time too. The threat lingering in the air.

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She huffing in irritation as her foot taps the ground. Just how long does it take to check in with the front desk? As her brother rounded the corner, she let out an exasperated sigh. “Took you long enough.” She didn't give him a moment to answer as she rushed for the elevators.

Once the pair was in the moving box, she finally seemed to relax. If only a bit.

Checking his watch again, he shook his head. “I don't get it. We're here a half hour early. So chill out. Your precious Muzan should be more than happy with that.”

Her face darkened at the statement. He didn't understand. She was special and Muzan knew that. The least she could do was her best to please him. That still didn't stop her from worrying the skin around her nails.

They made it to the office space easily enough. Even with all of Daki's huffing. Making their way inside, they were surprised. Someone was already seated in one of the many chairs. You sat quietly facing a nearby window. Writing in what seemed to be a small journal. Your head raised at the sound of the door closing. Sending a small acknowledging nod their way. A soft smile graced your full face.

While Daki scoffed and moved towards the private area in the back. Gyutaro feet stayed glued to the ground. Your gaze had shift to solely him as his sister left the room. Yet you still held the same gentle expression. It was something he wasn't used to. Someone looking at him without disgust or animosity. A shiver ran down his spine as he hurried away. Trying to ignore the way his heart clenched.

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Even though you had arrived early. That didn't mean you would be called back anytime soon. It wasn't long after the idol and her bodyguard showed up when the hordes followed. You knew many applicants had flooded in. Though you had only a vague idea of her before looking into the job posting. It became abundantly clear that she was a popular figure. They had to bring security to keep out people that were showing up without an interview.

Her brother however was a mystery. He was announced as her bodyguard at their first public outing. Little was known about him, but he seemed to prefer it that way.

Especially since any publicity he received was negative. It seemed the public had an affinity for putting him in a negative light. Between showing the physical differences of the siblings. Or his heavy hand in keeping his sister safe. The media loved to pick him apart.

Well, you believed that they were to fast to judge anyone different. That was why you worked in the hospitality industry. Growing up with parents, who run a bed and breakfast. It wasn't hard to follow in their footsteps. So when your childhood friend Mitsuri suggested this position. You were happy to have a change of pace. She said that her fellow idol may be a bit of a brat. But she cared about her brother, so that should count for something. Right?

Either way you were going into this with a good attitude and professional resume.

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Daki rolled her eyes as another applicant left the room. Sure she had put on a happy face when Muzan was around. The moment he left for another appointment she soured. Every person so far had somehow heard about it being a position for her. All the interviews so far were useless. People stuttering or asking her a million invasive questions. It was really irritating her.

Looking down at the next resume, she paused. (Y/N) (L/N), someone with actual experience and qualifications. But her eyes widened as they caught a name under your reference. Mitsuri Kanroji. She couldn't believe it. You were really trying to pass a fellow idol off as a reference.

Waving over her brother she scoffed. “This idiot would have been better off not putting this down.” She pointed accusingly at the name.

Squinting down at the page, he was surprised. Glancing between the sheet and her, his mouth spread into a smug grin. “I think you need to look again sis. That's the Love Idol's number.”

She snatched the paper up, glaring at him. “As if….” Then she grew quite as she scanned the numbers. Once, twice, three times. There was no way. Bringing out her cellphone, she compared the numbers.

With narrowed eyes, she spoke in a steady tone. “Bring her in here now.”

He headed to the door and called out the name on the form. Eyes widening when you were the one who stood up. He took in your casual business wear to try and distract himself. As his gaze raked over the way the fabric fell on your plush body, he gulped. Stepping back to allow you through the door. Only to be shocked again, you still had that pleasently warm smile on your face. The damned grin that you once again turned his way. Shuffling back over to the table his sister was at. He tried to ignore his hammering pulse.

She had managed to stay cordial during the interview. You really were qualified for the job. You had worked in hospitality all your life. On top of experience with scheduling and book keeping. Had wonderful references and a great attitude. All that being said, she had one thing bothering her.

So as she smiled at you, she decided to dig deeper. “You know, I'm a bit surprised. I thought I would be the most famous person you know. But low and behold you have Mitsuri Kanroji down as a reference.” Her tone became more poisonous as she continued. “It's just hard for me to believe that someone like you would know her. So if you want a chance at this position. I need an explanation. Because I'm sure a random fan wouldn't have her personal number.”

Your professional demeanor didn't change. It honestly didn't shock you the way Daki was treating. Between the candid videos and Mitsuri warnings, it wasn't a surprise. Still working at the jobs you had. It was easier to give the client what they want. Rather than exhausting yourself with pushing against what is basically a wall. It just so happened that the truth and what the client wanted was the same.

Clasping your hands in your lap, you said. “It wasn't my idea, but Mitsuri insisted. We grew up together and have always stayed in touch. I tried to reassure her that it wasn't necessary. My experience should speak for itself.” You laughed lightly and shook your head. “She wouldn't hear of it. Even saying that she should come with me herself. Though I did have to put my foot down at the offer. She really does mean well. Just cares about the people she loves."

The siblings shared a look. Yes, they knew all to well how invasive the Love Idol could be. If she became attached to someone it was obvious and intense.

That still didn't make much of a difference to Daki. As long as you listened to her orders and didn't get on her nerves. You were as good as it gets in her book.

Standing up she sends you a much to sweet smile. Plus if you did start working for her. Which if she was being honest you were the only decent candidate. Then she could use your friendship with Mitsuri to her advantage. “We'll be in touch.”

Following his sister lead, he guided you to the door. Opening it he couldn't help but catch a waft of you scent. It was fittingly as sweet and gentle as you. He lingered at the door for longer than was necessary. Because it was the shout of his sister that caused him to finally close it. Making his way back. He could only hope this wouldn't be your final meeting.

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While she wanted you to worry over getting the job. There was another part of her that wanted to do well for Muzan. Each side of her battled to make the decision. So waiting long enough to make you sweat. She sent you text with her address and a time to start.

Gyutaro scratched at his arm. You were coming today. Glancing at a nearby clock, his itching intensifies. In ten minutes you were supposed to arrive. He was suddenly jolted from his worry as his phone goes off. Tilting it towards himself, he notices that the front door camera had sent an alert. There you were, just as stunning as he had remembered.

The doorbell dinged through the large house. He stayed frozen to his seat, staring at you through the camera. You had a sweet smile gracing your soft features. He would have continued to admire you through the screen. If not for the yells of his sister.

“Are you gonna get that or what?” She was half way into the room when she noticed him. Doing a double take, she was surprised that his phone was holding his attention. He usual didn't check it unless it was something he deemed important. Saying that they were a waste of his time.

As he hurried out the room, she couldn't help snooping. Snatching up the device, she squinted down at the screen. It was the security camera out front. Nothing unusual, he was her personal bodyguard. So keeping an eye on the property was a necessary part of that.

But the dopey look on his face wasn't. Her eyes narrowed in on your plush figure. She wasn't sure she liked the way this seemed to be headed. If there was one thing she wouldn't allow to happen. It was anyone hurting her brother. She would just have to keep a close eye on this situation.

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It didn't take long for you to fall into a tentative routine. Daki prefered you show up in the later in the morning. Giving her plenty of time to prepare for the day. You would show up with a hearty breakfast and whatever drink was currently trendy. Never one to half do your job. That included your own meal and Gyutaro something.

You started with getting the siblings the same thing. But over time you learned his likes and dislikes. How he liked his red meat on the rarer side. Or that he was surprisingly a big fan of super sweet drinks. It seemed as if the more sugar piled on the better.

Then your day became a whirlwind of activity. One moment you were at a photo shoot for an outlandish product. Why exactly did they need her to promote Bespi? Then that evening you were at an interview with some network you didn't know existed. Though from how hard she laughed with the host. You could only assume it was impressive.

All the while you were following behind. Keeping her hydrated, fed, and on schedule. That included the same for the tall shadow looming behind the pair of you.

While most people seemed apprehensive or to down right avoid her brother. You couldn't help but find a comfort in his constant presence. It was no wonder that Daki had no problem making her way through crowds. Between his imposing height and taught yet lean muscled form. You hand to tear your gaze from him on multiple occasions.

This was one such moment. He could feel you eyes burning hole into his back. His sister was cycling on the other side of their home gym. Which she insisted that you join her. The way your workout clothes hugged your body was enough to make his imagination run wild.

Putting his head down he tried to pay attention to counting his reps. The burn should be enough to distract him. But as your voice rang out and went over the days itinerary. He felt the sensation once more.

This time your eyes met as his gaze swiveled towards you.

Warmth flooded your cheeks as you turned back to your phone. Any excuse was better than getting caught again. Though your embarrassment doubled as he racked his weights. Your attention seemed to find everything in the room interesting. As long as it wasn't near him.

Leaning over your shoulder, he studied the screen. Happy to see you weren't shying away from his present. It was one of the many things he liked about you. No matter what others may thing or say. You were always the type to come to your own conclusions.

Not to mention how you took other's thoughts into consideration. You seemed to know just what he wanted for lunch. Or when he could go for a sugary pick me up. Even your smile seemed as if it was ment to brighten his day.

So he didn't have to think twice about wrapping his arm around your shoulders. As his weight rested on you and your body relaxed. He had no problem easing into pleasent conversation with you.

Not realizing the dark cloud that was settling over his sister.

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When you arrive at the siblings house Daki was in a tizzy. She darted around her room barely giving you a second glance. You knew in moments like these it was better to let her calm down herself. So seating yourself on the lavish bed, you stayed silent.

Switching the two dresses back and forth, she glared at the mirror. Usually this wouldn't be an issues. If she didn't like her current outfit, a quick trip to her closet was easy. But today was different. Muzan himself had requested a private meeting with her. So she had to look her best.

Her focus was suddenly pulled away from her thoughts by your voice. “I would go with the pink dress. It suits your complexion better.” You had to stiffle a smile as she jumps. She really was in her own world. It made you wonder what had her mind so enthralled.

Scoffing at your suggestion she says. “As if I'd ask your advice for fashion.” But even as the words left her mouth she tossed the black dress aside. You may wear plainer attire compared to her. Still you knew what to wear to suit yourself. And her mind was to anxious to really focus on anything other than Muzan.

Speaking of, she had to get you and her brother out of the house. If she was right, who knows where this meeting could lead. If it was up to her the bedroom wouldn't be a bad choice.

Trotting down to the living room she was happy to see to see Gyutaro on the couch. Shuffling you to sit next to him, she launches into her demands. “I need both of you out. I have a special guest coming over this afternoon. I don't want to have anyone around during their visit.” Seeing the hesitation on her brother's face, she shakes her head. “That includes you Gyutaro.” Skipping back up the stairs, she left the pair of you in tense silence.

He knew exactly who was coming over. He really didn't understand what she saw in that prick. Time and time again he's seen her get hurt by him. When would she accept that he was only using her. His hands bunched into the fabric of his pants. Knuckles going white at the pressure being put on them.

What he didn't expect was your soft warm hand to gently lay on his. Eyes widening he stared at you. That damn smile, it was the same one from the day you met. Sweet and reassuring, with just a twinge of uncertainty.

“Hey, why don't we do something together. Just the two of us. It'll be fun." Your words may be calm and confident. But they were hiding a hammer heart beneath them. You really didn't like when he got so wrapped up in his thoughts. They seemed to rip him apart from the inside out. So you could push your nerve aside, if only to help him.

Sending a wary glance at the stairs, he nodded. “Yeah, that sounds great." Standing to his full impressive height, he held out a strong hand to you. Taking the gesture, not knowing how much each of you enjoyed it. You made your way out, looking forward to the much needed distraction.

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The drive back from your day out was comfortable. He couldn't remember the last time he had such a good time. Maybe when Daki had just started her career. That had been a simpler time. Their mother was finally out of the picture. They were setting off on a grand adventure. How wrong they we're about how things would work out.

Glancing over at you, he had to recant that thought. While fame wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Without it, he wouldn't have met you. He didn't expect you to direct him to an arcade. But as you shed your usual professional front and let loose. Well how could he not have a great time.

Between the oddly named food, including pachinko pop and sonic dogs. The bright lights and raucous music. It felt like the first time that he had been allowed to be a kid. And it was with someone as wonderful as you. You help guide him on the more complicated games. His pulse raced anytime your plush body brushed against his own. After the first time he made a note to ask how most games were played. If only to feel your warmth against his gaunt form again.

You were glad to see him finally relax. It seemed as if he was always coiled to strike. Giving him the opportunity to escape his thoughts was your goal. By the time you were heading back, you were happy to see the shift. As he went on about what he wanted to play next time. You couldn't keep the dazzling smile off your face. Wishing this could last forever.

Neither of you knowing the storm you were traveling towards.

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As he opened the front door for you, you were both startles by a shriek. Daki's high pitched wails filled the house. Rushing towards the sound of her voice, you burst through the door of her bedroom.

She was colapsed on the ground, surrounded by ripped paper and broken awards. Her mascara was running down her face and a distant glazed expression marred her face.

Stepping into the room, her eyes snapped to you. They seemed to be burning holes into you. The heat in her glare pinned your feet to the ground.

“This is your fault.” Her voice started quiet. But as she stood and stomped towards you. She began to scream. “Everything was fine before you came along. Now he hates me and it's your fault!” She went to swipe her long pointed nails at you. Only to be stopped by her brother. His hand held her arm firmly as he gave her a hard look.

It wasn't enough that Muzan was threatening to drop her from his list of clients. Saying that she had dipped in popularity. That she would have to double her numbers for him to consider renewing her contract. But to have her own brother get in the way of her anger. The man who had always been her rock.

Her tear filled eyes looked back at you. Wanting to berate you for something she knew you didn't have control over. Until she saw the sincerely concerned expression on your face. Seeing the genuine worry you had for her. That after she screamed in your face at. Tried to attack you even. That you could have any sympathy for her. Broke her.

Falling to her knees, she wrapped her arms around your plump waist. Soaking your soft stomach with her snot and tears. And still you surprise her with your compassion. Settling on the floor, you bring her head to your full chest.

Petting her hair and holding her tightly in your warm embrace. “Let it all out. It's not your fault. Sometimes things don't go the way we want.” Your steady heartbeat bringing her a great sense of peace.

How could you have this much patience. The only person who truly cared for her was her brother. Glancing at him through blurry eyes, she saw a new side to him. The way he looked at you. It was such a foreign sight. The devotion that sparkled in his eyes.

You would have noticed it to, if not for your focus on her. Something that he was somewhat grateful for. He wouldn’t want to scare you away with the intense feeling that he had developed for you. To see the woman that he was quickly falling in love with. Toss away all self preservation to help his sister. To risk so much for someone so selfish.

He made a vow to himself then and there. He would do whatever it took to keep you in their lives. Jump any hurdles, climb any mountain, just to have you by their side.

Sinking to the floor beside both of you. He encircled his arms around the two people that meant the most to him. Hoping that he could protect you from the cruel world that had made them so jaded. But for now he would settle for bring you both close. Wrapping the pair of you in his strong embrace, he lets out a suddering breath. Taking in your soothing words and the sound of Daki's sniffling quieting down. Knowing that with the three of you together everything would work out.

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I DESPERATELY need more parts of Out Of My Mind PLEAAAASE!!! (maybe even a spicy one? 🥺) PLEASE ITS SO GOOD

Thank you, im glad you enjoyed it. I've got some thoughts in mind for a sequel. Though I have a ton of other things on my to write list. Which plenty of them happen to include other Jojo characters.

Not to mention my many other Jojo stories. Which I would totally recommend you giving a try.

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one thing about me is that I'm looking stuff up. you mentioned something and I don't know it? I am pulling out my phone and googling that shit. an actor? theoretical physics? a world leader? a vocabulary word? I am on the wikipedia page as we speak

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Birth of the Dungeon

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Cult Of Dionysus (Harley Quinn x Chubby Reader x Poison Ivy)

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Harley and Pamela have been an amazing support system for you since being introduced to them. What with being a component mechanical engineer and all. But what will happen when The Joker unknowingly breaks up your happy little trio.

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Hey guys, I'm back at it again. What would June be without a couple of lesbians being in love with you. And who better than the Sapphic legends themselves, Harely Quinn and Poison Ivy. Honestly I've had this on my to write list for a while now. So I couldn't resist when June rolled around.

Anywho I hope you enjoy.

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Shoving the front door open, you let out a heavy sigh. Dropping the arm load of parts on the ground, you kicked the door back shut.

You really needed to get around to fixing that. While you could wittle away the hours with the most tedious of projects. Be it a new hammer for Harley, with modified tricks. Or helping Pamela with a pipe bomb to spread spores. But the thought of figuring out what was making the door stick. That was something that was hard to motivate yourself to do.Still you added it to your mental to do list. For probably the hundredth time.

Calling out for Brucie, you were surprised at how quiet the apartment was. Between the botanist fusing over her plant babies. Or the psychologist destroying the kitchen with a new recipe. There was never a moment of peace in your household. You were just as guilty with your experiments. An unintentional explosion had happened more than you would like to admit. Life without risk wasn't much fun though.

It didn't take you long to find the note haphazardly stuck to the fridge. A smile crossed you face at the glittery sticker keeping it on the appliance. Signature Harely move. And if the scratchy handwriting only confirm her as the note maker. It seemed even she wasn't able to escape the bad doctor handwriting curse.

‘Dear Sweetums,

We're off to mess with the Bat. Don't know when we'll be back. But you better eat and no coffee doesn't count as a meal.

Love Ya!

P.S. We took Brucie, so don't worry.’

It was messy and written in crayon. Your favor part had to be the two lipstick marks at the bottom. You could picture Harley pestering Pamela into copying her actions. While seeming reluctant, she would have done it anyway. A hidden smile on her face as the blonde cheered her on.

You would have taken her advice and put something on your empty stomach. If not for the fact of a hand landing on your shoulder. Turning quickly, you were met with a gas mask. Which was quickly followed with a puff of something that smelled sickly sweet.

A cackle filled the air as your vision faded to black.

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Muffled yelling brought you back to consciousness. Wincing at the headache pounding at your crown. You blearily squinted around the dim room you were in. It was sparsely furnished, the chair you were firmly tied to the only unbroken thing. By the way it creak when you shifted, it didn't seem to be in great shape.

Catching sight of yourself in a crack window, you brow furrowed. Then smoothed back out as you hissed through clenched teeth. The large blood covered bump at your hairline was concerning. Though it did explain the persistent migraine echoing in your head.

The distant voices became clearer. Jolting you away from your self evaluation. “I told you to get Ivy. Even that mutt of a hyena would have been better. Not some random woman that happened to be nearby.”

There was no mistaking that voice. Harley's ex himself, the Joker. You frowned as you realized who must have been behind your apparently ‘accidental’ kidnapping. He really was as incompetent as she told you.

The other man stuttered out a reply. “She was the only one there. So I grabbed her. And look at her ID, it's her address too.” He rushed to get out the explanation. Hoping it was enough to make his boss happy.

The resounding gun shot was quickly followed by the thud of a body. Steps came closer to the room you were trapped in. Then the Joker sauntered through the doorway. In his hand your license was firmly gripped. “I guess he was right. To bad.” He flicked the piece of plastic across the room. Eyes landing on your plush form as he giggled.

Meeting his gaze with a glare, you stayed silent. You weren't one to stroke a maniacs ego. So why start now.

He took your silence as the sign of a rapt audience. It took a only a few short moments for him to launch into a monolog. His pride making him predictable as ever. “You see I wanted to dangle something important in front of my sweet Harley Quinn. Instead I get whatever sort of roommate happened to be around.” He steps closer, coming within a breath of you. Leaning down so you could see the make up that caked his face, surely clogging his pores. “So tell me, are you important enough to her?”

Bringing your head forward, your forehead slammed into his nose. A satisfying crack followed, along with a gush of warm liquid. You would have enjoyed the moment a bit more. If not for the new surge of pain swirling through your skull. Though the high pitched howl he let out was a nice reward.

His hands lept for his broken nose. Tilting his head back, he tenderly touch the swelling skin. It didn't take him long to access the damage. Cursing all the while.

Rounding on you, his hand came down on you. Even as you were expecting it, it stung was all the same. Bright lights flashed behind your lids. It took you longer than it should have to focus your eyes on him. Making you believe that a bloody wound on your head wasn't the only thing you got in your fall. A concussion seemed pretty likely at this point. And that was without added trauma.

His smile had return by the time you could make out only one of him in the room. He clapped his hands together and came close to you. This time being carefully not to be in headbutting distance. “Now, even if I didn't get my intended target. The show must go on.”

With that more of the sickly sweet gas was shot towards you. This time you could see it's origins. The brightly colored flower pinned to his lapel. Your final thoughts being that of course that was where a stupid clown would keep his knock out gas. Amateur.

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Harley cackled as she hopped from the driver seat of the convertible. They had really stuck it to the Bat dork and his tights wearing sidekick. Between her glitterbombs and Ivy's vine work. It was easy peasy to get one over on the Caped Geek.

Pulling over the redhead, she wrapped her arms around her waist. “I can't wait to tell (Y/N) how it went. You think she can cram even more glitter in next time?”

Smiling down at the blonde, she nodded her head. “I'm sure she could figure out a way to make it work. They have a degree after all.” The statement widened her grin. You really were a group of highly educated women. And look where it had gotten all of you. Villains and delinquents the lot of you.

She can picture the day you had all met. They had been at lunch Selina. It was a casual day, that turned into the blonde and redhead complaining. It was so hard to find someone reliable to work on their gear. Most people would push for more than just monetary payment. Or try to rat them out to the authorities.

That was until the cat burglar had dropped your name. A mechanical engineer graduate that kept getting shot down. The usual ‘not enough experience’ excuse tossed at you time and time again.

Then you found out how much tinkering for the bad guys paid. After your introduction, you quickly got added to their pay roll. And between your plump body and quick wit. It didn't take long for the girls to show more romantic interest towards you. Soon they were opening their relationship to include you. And they hadn't regretted it since.

You really are a beauty. Grease smeared across your face and coverall tied around your full waist. It only made them drawn all the more to you. No matter how dirty or callused your warm hands were. They loved the feeling of them running along their bodies. You were such a solidly lovely support for the both of them.

Opening the door, both women were surprised to see a box of parts lying there. It wasn't like you to leave things like this far from your work table. To many stubbed toes had made putting away heavy things a habit.

Brucie growled as he pushed his way in. This set the girls on high alert. If there was one thing the hyena was good at it was sniffing out intruders. Quickly making his way to the kitchen, Harley darted after and gasped. There was a puddle of blood. It was smeared as if someone had hastily tried wiping at it.

The thing that caught the redheads attention was the Jack in the Box sitting on the counter. In red smudged letter it said ‘Crank Me'. Glancing between the stain on the floor and toy. She didn't hesitate to spin the handle. Slower than she would have wanted a jester popped out. It looked eerily like Harley and held a letter.

“Dear Puddin’

Meet me at the place you became whole.

Love Mister J.”

With a scream the blonde smashed the toy with her hammer. Glaring down at the bits left on the counter, she snarls. “If he thinks he's getting away with this. He has another thing coming.” Snatching the keys from her pocket, she rushes for the door. Ivy only a step behind her.

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The next time you came back to consciousness, you were dangling. Ropes wrapped around your torso suspending you from a hook. Countless containers of chemical waste were scattered below you. It would have been more frightening. If you couldn't make out the mechanism holding you aloft. It took only a glance for you to realize it was thoroughly jammed. And by the curses coming from the struggling man, you knew you were safe.

Scoffing you shook your head. “You know that isn't going to work, right.”

He jumped as you spoke. To be honest he wasn't sure if you could talk. Usually his victim wouldn't shut up. Pleading for their lives or trying to bribe him. It was sickening. But you were different and it was a bit unnerving.

Throwing his stained gloved hands in the air, he glared. “Well it's not like you could do any better.” His frown deepened as your laughter rang throughout the room.

He really didn't take the time to even look up your name. To wrapped up in his ‘genius plan' to see who he had captured. You couldn't help but think of how his pride would be his undoing.

Meeting his gaze you decided to prove him wrong. “The gears are rusted over. If they had been oiled recently it wouldn't be hard to move them. But with that many years of atrophy it's almost impossible to keep things running smoothly. Not to mention the misaligned belt that allows them to turn.”

As you pointed out the different problem, his attention turned to the machinery. While explaining what was wrong to him was satisfying. It wasn't the only reason you were speaking. You had noticed the hooked pipe proped near him. Which was a good indicator that he had used it to pull a chain towards him. If your guess was right, the very chain you were hanging from. So with enough patience and momentum you should be able to get back on the platform.

And it would have been a brilliant plan. If not for the explosion that rattled the building. Your restraints shook and the rafter attached to them started falling.

One last swing was your only chance. So putting all your weight forward, you hoped it would be enough. Launching yourself off the hook, you sailed towards the platform. One foot caught on the surface, then a new tremor shakes you from your already precarious position.

As you tumble through the air your mind races. Though they all seem to come back to the same thing. Your girlfriends. They were your final thoughts as you plummet to certain death.

Until vines enclosed around your soft body. They carefully carried you across the room. Dropping you into the arms of the woman wielding them. Her eyes sparkled as she brought you supple body closer. “Hello darling.”

Glancing between the deadly floor and her, you smiled. “Perfect timing as usual babe.” You would have wrapped your arms around her. If not for the bonds keeping you from doing so. Squirming a bit, you gave her an exasperated look. “Think you can help me out here.”

A certain gleam appeared in her gaze. “I'm not sure about that. You do look so lovely tied up like this.” The teasing tone she had was a familiar one. But she quickly went against her words and help you free.

Another explosion went off closer than was comfortable. “That's Harley I'm assuming.” At the nod the red head gave you, you shook your head in bemusement. If there was one thing the blonde was good at. It was destruction.

A new set of vines began pulling the both of you out of the large bay widows. It was a relief to see the skyline without a cracked piece of glass in the way.

“Though you are also to blame. She cleaned out your explosives stock.” She thought you would be more disappointed at your rambunctious girlfriend. But with the way your eyes admired the mayham. You didn't seem that upset, only entranced. She would have taken in the sight of you a bit longer. If not for the sounds of a nearby argument.

You didn't have to be close to hear what Harley was saying. “When will you get it in your head. You don't have power over me anymore. This isn't happening again.” She was spitting the words at the egomaniac.

All the while he stood there and had the gall to smirk at her. “You say that, but you always crawl back to me. It's inevitable.” He said it like it was a fact.

For some reason that got under your skin more than anything else that night. Making your way over, you stepped between them. “I don't think you get to make that decision. Because as I see it, she's her own person. Someone with her own autonomy and free will.” You grabbed his collar and dropped your voice. “So why don't you back off before I break more than just your nose.”

He scowled fiercely down at you. Almost wincing at the memory of the injury you had given him. It throbbed uncomfortably in sync with his racing pulse. He was tempted to rip your hand from him. But the two women standing ferociously behind you caused him to pause.

Merely swating your hand away, he said. “Why would a roommate care so much anyways.” He was once again shocked at the laughs spouting from you.

Shaking your head, you managed to get out a few words. “Are you that stupid? We are dating.” You said it slowly, as if you were trying to drill the words in. “We are three women living in a one bedroom apartment. It doesn't get more obvious than that.”

His face drops at the revelation. You gather what little sympathy you could have for such a delusional psychotic man. And leave him there in a stupor.

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It was sunrise by the time you all made it back. With what little energy you have left ,you take a much needed shower. As you shuffled to the bedroom you could have burst into grateful tears. Everyone was already piled into bed and left a spot in the middle for you. Scooting forwards you plop yourself in between your wonderful girlfriends and Brucie.

Pamela pulled the blanket over all of you. Wrapping themselves around you, sinking into your plush form. It wasn't long before you all succumbed to sleep. Though their holds were a bit tighter that morning. Each knowing that they would make Joker pay for what he had done to you. For now though you could all just bask in each other's warmth.

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Everybody Talks (Brian x Chubby Reader)

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When Bender ask him for a favor, Brian wasn't sure what to expect. But nothing would have prepared him for the criminal's cute cousin moving to Shermer. Now his brain and heart are arguing over who's in control.

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Hi guys, I'm back at it again. So I may have gone on a 80's movie bender recently. Which is how I remembered my love of Brian from Breakfast Club. They did him dirty by making him basically a side character. I mean give this sweet nerd a partner, he definitely deserves it. But I am here to remedy that.

Anywho I hope you enjoy.

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Hunching into his locker, Brian shoulders slumped. It was Monday, that was for sure. Between getting drenched on his walk to school and forgetting his lunch. He wasn't sure what else could go wrong.

Then he felt a hand on his shoulder. Cringing he braced himself for the worst. Only to relax at the voice that followed. “Hey egg head.” Even if it was an insult, the words were said with a teasing tone. Bender stood behind him, a wide smile on his face.

While the Breakfast Club wasn't the best of buds, they were still friends. Acknowledging each other in the halls and having pleasent conversations. They had each other's backs when it really mattered. Especially when life got to heavy.

Really Andrew and Allison were the closest. They had been dating since that fateful Saturday. In all honesty there was a part of Brian that was jealous. Wanting someone to look at him the same way that the couple did with each other.

But now wasn't the time to think about that. Shaking those thoughts from his mind, he greeted the other boy. “Hey man, what's up?”

He knew Bender well enough that this wasn't a social call. The guy was never to school on time. Especially not on a Monday. So he wasn't shocked when the talker boy feigned a hurt look.

Placing a hand to his chest, he frowned. “You wound me Bri. Can't I just want to check in with my buddy.” When the red head only stared at him, expression unchanging. He finally told him the real reason he was there. “OK, so my cousin is moving here. And I know how hard it'll be on them. So I wanted you to look out for her.”

The look of confusion that had settled on his face was palpable. Who was this person that Bender cared about so much that he would ask such a thing. Not only that, why come to him for this? Though all that came out of his mouth was. “Uh, what?”

Rubbing a hand across his annoyed expression, he sighs. “Look she's in advance classes, like you. Not to mention she's into the same kind of nerd shit as you. So help me out and keep an eye on them. Ok?”

He was surprised at the almost pleading tone from the boy. It was unlike him to not out right demand something. Instead he was asking as politely as he could muster. This caused a part of him to feel prideful. He came to him for this request. It was the least he could do for a friend.

So nodding, he said. “Sure, when will they be here? I'm sure they'd like a tour of the place.”

Patting the shorter boy's arm, his grin widened. “She's in your first period, I already checked.” The tardy bell suddenly rings, causing the pair to jump a bit. Darting his eyes back and forth, he nodded and took off. Probably off to skip, but who's to say really. It wasn't as if they shared any classes.

So there Brian stood, in the rapidly emptying hall. Wondering just what kind of person Bender's cousin was.

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To say that you were nowhere near what he was expecting would be an understatement. He didn't have an exact image in his mind what his criminal friend's cousin would be like. But you were somehow the complete opposite of what he thought of.

He entered the classroom just as you were called up to introduce yourself. Muttering a quick apology, he rushed to his seat. He was in a stupor as you spoke. Eyes glued to your plush form as you shyly told everyone your name. He tried to retain everything you said. But it was difficult to keep his mind from reeling. You were the one he was supposed to spend time with. This bubbly beaming angel of plump proportion.

By the time you sat down and class began. He knew he was in trouble. What kind, he wasn't sure of yet.

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As class ended you glanced around. It shouldn't be very hard to find the red head that John had told you about. You should have done a better job at paying attention while at the front. Though it was hard to meet any of the new faces with your anxiety. While your cousin may have all of the confidence between the pair of you. You'd like to think you make up for that with kindness. From what you've heard John was lacking in that department. That was a bit of a shock to you. With the way he doted on you, you found it hard to believe. Chalking it up to people not looking past his prickly exterior.

Gathering your things, you paused in surprise. A red headed boy was waiting at the door. It seemed to good to be a coincidence. Him waving awkwardly at you proved your thought to be right.

So this was Brian. He was cuter than your cousin had described. While he did have a dorky quality to the way he dress. You found it endearing in a frumpy sort of way. But his clear skin and styled hair made him look handsomely put together. As you came closer his deep blue eyes sparkled enchantingly. It brought back out that shyness you wanted to avoid.

Plucking up your courage you introduced yourself. “Hi, I'm (Y/N). Your Brian right?”

He was stunned in your presence. Such a cute girl had never given him the time of day before. It was a moment he never wanted to forget. Then reality shifts back in and reminds him. The reason you knew his name was because of Bender. The guy that was his friend and who seemed very concerned for your well being. Meaning that you were strictly off limits. And he had to remind himself of that repeatedly.

Suddenly shooting his hand out, he responds to you. “Yeah, Bender said that you might want a tour. I'm happy to show you around.” He shakes your hand enthusiastically. Then he begins rambling about the different buildings that make up the school.

As you walked through the halls, the two of you have similar thoughts going through your minds. Each thinking of how the others hand felt shaking their own.

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It didn't take long for a friendship to develop between the two of you. Sharing most of your classes was a factor. But there was something that seemed to always bring you back together. As if you were pulled towards each other, like a moth to a flame.

Your interests were similar and anything that differed was easy to discuss. It was like you could listen to each other's interests for hours. Which is why you were headed to the library.

Only to be stopped by your cousin. “Where are you headed off to in such a hurry?” It was no secret that John Bender cared about you. Now that you and your mom moved to Shermer, he was a constant around the house. Which neither of you minded, knowing his home life and all. He spent most nights on the couch and had space made for him in your closet. It was always nice to have him around.

Until he starts prying into your private life. It's like he could sniff out when you're interested in someone. Even in a different state, he somehow knew. Many late night phone conversations had been interupted with his prying questions. That was just John though. If he cared about you, he cared hard.

Shrugging your shoulders, you shoved your house key into your pocket. “Just the library. You want me to pick something up for you?” While the offer was genuine. You also hoped it kept him from interrogating you further. As he raised an eyebrow your way. You realized that this may have had the opposite effect.

Shaking his head, he steps closer to you. “Nah, you know I don't do that nerd shit. What are you going there for?” It wasn't unusual for you to head to the library. But that seemed to be your answer for every outing lately. That just didn't sit right with him.

Turning towards the door, you hope he didn't notice your wince. It's not that you wanted to hide that you were meeting with Brian. You just didn't want the stressed boy to have to deal with an overbearing cousin too. He had plenty on his plate already. “Mostly browse. Oh and work on that history report due Tuesday.” Some truths and half truths.

Clenching your hand on the door knob, you released a breath as he nods. “OK, well be safe.”

Returning his nod with one of your own, you rushed out the door. It never felt good to keep things from your cousin. But you didn't want anyone to worry. So as you tried to calm your racing heart, you walked down the sidewalk. Feeling a smile settle on your face as thoughts of a certain read head came to mind.

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The pair of you peeked around the corner. While what you were doing wasn't bad. Neither of you wanted to get caught taking graph paper from the supply closet. Brian had reassured you that students were allowed to take what was needed. Hence why all of the math club members have access. But you weren't a member of the math club. Or using it for school activities. No you had something else in mind.

Clutching his arm as he opened the supply closet door, you said. “Are you sure this won't get you in trouble. I know how much you hated a detention on your record.” You worried you lower lip with your teeth. The thought of causing him demerits making your nerves bad.

Shaking his head, he smiled down at you. “No way, these supplies are for students. Therefore as students we're allowed access to them.” He was happy to get that out without stuttering. With you this close to him, it was hard to keep his composer.

Shifting into the closet, you closed the door quietly behind you. “Yeah, I guess you're right. Though I'm not sure they would be happy with what I'm doing with it.” You leaned closer to the boy and whispered conspiratorially. “What with it being Dungeons and Dragons and all.”

While D&D had been a bit more accepted at your old school. It still had groups of people that hated it. But it seemed Shermer had never heard of it. As if it was in it's own universe away from the game itself.

That didn't mean that you had to stop loving it though. You still gushed about anything new to your friends over the phone, back home. On top of writing your own adventures.

Hence the need for the graph paper. While you were more than happy to purchase your own. You had yet to find any in town. Complaining to your red headed friend about your dilemma. He was quick to offer a solution. Which is why he was rifling through the stacks of paper.

Exclaiming in triumph, he holds the paper out towards you. “Just as malady asked, for you.” He beamed at your giggles and smile to match. Watching as your round cheeks darkened. Only to become concerned as your expression drops a bit.

Clutching the pack of paper to your chest you slump slightly. “Thank you Brian, this means a lot to me. I just wished more people were interested in this kind of thing.” This was truly the issue with such a niche interest. Finding anyone else who might enjoy it. Leaning against a shelf in the closet you sigh.

Joining you against the shelf, he says. “That must suck. You still have your friends at home though.” He hated seeing you in such a dower mood.

Shrugging, you tried to muster a decent smile. “Yeah, I guess so. Sometimes John let's me rope him into a quick game. But it's not the same.”

Seeing you curl even more into yourself really upset him. You weren't your usual vibrant self. It was if someone had rained all over your parade. Without considering the awkward consequences he blurted out an offer. “I would love to play.”

While that was true, he internally cringed. The thought of sitting across from Bender as you all played worried him. But the way your soft face light up at the offer made that drift away.

Throwing your arms around him you squealed. That may not have been your intention. You only wanted to complain about the situation. Though this was a much better outcome. Pulling back, you began to ramble about the possibilities. “I have to write something for this. Oh, or it might be a better idea to start with something pre-made. You are a new player and all.”

Your excitement became infectious. Even if he didn't understand half the things you were saying. There was still something bothering him though. “Sounds great, do you think Bender would want to play too.”

Your face pinched in a way that he would describe as adorable. Then you smiled and took a step closer to him. Your plump body pressing into his own lanky frame. Your thoughts shift to a different subject you had been considering recently. “Actually I was thinking that a two player game would be best. Just you and me that is.”

He shudders as you wrap your plush arms around his neck. There was a part of him that was convinced this was a dream. The kind that he had embarrassingly been having more often than not. But the logical part of his mind knew it wasn't. For one he would never mention your cousin in a dream. And on top of that, you were much to warm and solid to not be real.

So he does the only logical thing. Agrees and meets your soft lips with his own. Hands moving to lightly rest on your hips, he sighs into the kiss. This causes you to bump his nose with yours and giggle. Tangling you fingers into his hair, you press a bit firmer against him.

Until the door to be flung open and harsh light fills the closet. There stood Mrs. Hinkley, the very math teacher you were technically stealing from.

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It didn't take long for news to get around. While the pair of you weren't the usual subjects for gossip. That didn't stop the uptight teacher from telling anyone who would listen. ‘How could such model students do a thing like this? Canoodling in the supply closet, it was unheard of!’

This was only a half the truth. Thankfully the shock of what she saw kept her from noticing the paper you held.

That didn't keep the school from speculating about what canoodling could be. Some students going so far as to say you two had sex. That the couple had been caught doing everything you could manage in the dim room.

Which is precisely why Bender was rushing around the school. Looking for a certain red head to pummel into the dirt. To think he had trusted that punk to treat you well. And to he didn't even have the nerve to tell him to his face. What if he had pressured you. The very thought caused him to quicken his pace.

As the lunch bell rang. He made a bee line for the cafeteria. It might be harder to find him there. But he had no problem taking care of this in front of witnesses. Your honor was being threatened.

Slamming the double doors open, he scanned the crowd. It didn't take him long to spot him. He was much to close with you at a table tucked into a corner. Just the sight of him whispering in your ear caused his blood to boil. “Hey Bri, we need to talk.”

The two of you are startled away from each other. It's not that you were truly hiding your interest from your cousin. You just weren't sure how he would take the situation. And from the scowl on his face, you might have been right.

He sat stunned in his seat as the taller boy continued to make his way over. He probably would have stayed frozen. If not for your warm soft hand squeezing his arm. With a reassuring nod, you guided him from his seat. He nervously slid his shaky hand into yours. At the gentle grasp you gave his confidence renewed and he faced your cousin.

He glared between your hands and Brian's face. If looks could kill, the brainiac boy would already be six feet under. “What did you do to her?” It was a statement coated in venom.

Confusion came over both of your expressions. You were the first to answer the bizarre question. “What are you talking about?”

He didn't even glance your way. Continuing to stare daggers at the shorter boy. “What did you do to her in that closet?” When the both of you only blushed for an answer, he saw red. Pushing the red head, your linked hands causing you both to stumble.

You were quick to step between the two boys. Eyes nervously darting around at the forming crowd. If you didn't move this somewhere more private. Then it wouldn't be long before a teacher got involved. Grabbing both of their arms, you made you way outside. Pulling them over to the dumpsters behind the school, you whirled on them.

Brian began to stammer out apologies. He wasn't exactly sure what was going on. But he did know that being on Bender's bad side was something he didn't want. He flinched a bit as the brunette stepped forward. Though as you stationed yourself in front of him. He couldn't help but sag in relief and relish in your protection.

Placing a firm hand on John's chest, you frowned. “I'm assuming you've heard about the closet.”

He pushed further into your hand. Then whipped himself away and clenched his fist. You had always been so patient with him. Working with him on his anger issues. Helping him talk things through instead of using his fist. Which is what he wanted to do. But it was so hard when something so precious to him was being threatened. So through gritted teeth he said. “Yes, I've heard.”

Brian's became very flushed at the statement. He knew a couple of people had asked him about a closet. He had no clue what they were referencing though. This made him feel like all those A's he had gotten were not earned. How could he be so dumb?

You came to his rescue once again. “Don't believe the rumors. I kissed Brian and Mrs. Hinkley caught us. We were in there to get graph paper and one thing led to another. But I was the one who initiated.” You met his gaze, forcing him to listen to you. You love your cousin, but he had to let you live your life.

“If it helps at all I really do care about (Y/N). I would never do anything to hurt her. I swear.” The sincerity in Brian's voice was noticeable. He truly meant every words he said.

The anger melted away from his expression. You were important to him. And if that meant letting you make your own choices. Then he would have to ease up on his protective nature. “OK, if you're sure.”

A grin spread across your face as you punched him in the arm. “Of course I am. Now could you stop threatening my boyfriend.”

Your cousin's eyebrows shot up at the admission. “Your what.” You weren't sure if you had ever heard his voice get that high before.

Laughing you linked your arms in both of their as you led them back to the lunchroom. “Yeah yeah. We can discuss it at home. Now come on, I want to talk about our next Dungeons and Dragons session.”

Bender fake groaned, but listened with a small smile on his face. It was a relief to know he wasn't losing his cousin. He wasn't sure what he would do without your support.

And Brian looked at you in awe. You could keep Bender calm and start talking about geeky stuff the next moment. He really was lucky to be able to have someone like you as a girlfriend. His expression becoming one of pure joy as you asked him what he thought about a new monster. Knowing that with you in his life he would always be happy to answer you.

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10,000 Emerald Pools (Merman Gantu x Chubby Reader)

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All his life he had been told legends of the two legs. They were selfish and evil creatures. Only looking out for themselves. That was what he had thought. Until you saved him from a storm that is.

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Hi guys, I'm back at it again. I finally decided to hop on a trend. Being inspired by MerMay on Tumblr, I just had to whip something up for a mermaid. After that decision it wasn't hard to land on Gantu. I mean who doesn't love a big grumpy shark man.

Anywho, I hope you enjoy.

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You had accepted that life as lighthouse keeper would be a lonely one. It was a lot to spend months at a time with only one other person for companionship. But as you watched the senior keeper hurry to pack his things. You couldn't stave away the wave of loneliness crashing into you. It swallowed you and churned around in your head. A storm of uncertainty brew in your subconscious.

He glanced your way with guilt weighing heavy in his eyes. He wished it didn't have to be this way. He really did. Though with the news of his wife's early labor and premature newborn. He couldn't bare to stay another moment on the island.

So being a person with a moral compass you shook off his concern. “No, really, I understand. Your family comes first.” Even as the words left your lips, the weight became greater on your shoulders. Could you handle this alone? Sure you had went through the proper training. But where would those lesson go when a high stress situation happened. Would you jump into action or freeze in fright?

As if sensing your apprehension, he placed a well worn hand on your shoulder. “Look, I know your green to all this. But I saw your marks, your no idiot. A sharp mind is the best tool you can have out here.” With a reassuring pat he continued to gather his things.

It didn't take long to see him off to one of the row boats. They weren't the most glamorous, but they still got you to the mainland. Settling himself in, after loading, he faced you. “Take care not to linger at the water's edge for to long. Never to sure what could be lurking.” Then he was off. Leaving a hard lump to settle in your stomach at his unsettling warning.

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Relaxing into the gentle current of the ocean, he scanned the horizon. If there was one thing he enjoyed about his job, it was the patrol duty. While the title of Captain held a lot of responsibility. It was the smaller tasks that he appreciated. A leisurely swim while checking the surrounding area was always a joy.

Though what really kept this mundane task in his schedule. It had to be the land creature watching. While a boat was a pleasent treat to come across. There was particular land mass with a large shining tower that he chanced by.

It was a storm that caused him to seek out any shelter. The water was far to shallow to find comfort from the choppy waves. Happening upon a wooden structure attached to land was the solace he found. After what felt like a life time, the sea finally settled. Allowing him a moment to breathe and give thanks to his impromptu haven. Only to find himself amazed at the marvel before him. He had never come across such a sight. The tall tower upon the island a beckon of shining comfort.

Vowing to keep this amazing find to himself. It soon became a part of his patrol route. And his surprise doubled when he noticed the two legs lived in the very thing that had saved him. He had seen a few different being over his years as a soldier. But took great care to not be spotted by them. It was protocol to not reveal yourself to the two legs. There had been a few past incidents that didn't end well for either party. So he made sure to avoid sightings at all cost.

At least that was the plan….

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The storm had swept in suddenly. The barometric pressure shifting, bringing with it fierce winds and a flood of rain. You stared out the ground floor window nervously. The last row boat swayed dangerously. Looking as if it would go under at any moment.

Not being able to take the risk of loosing your only way off the island. You hurried to throw on your raincoat and a pair of slosher.

Flinging the door open, you took care to shut it firmly. It wouldn't do to flood the entryway in your hurry. Trudging through the downpour, you headed straight for the dock. Squinting you could just make out the wooden platform. As the sheets of rain seeped into you clothes, even with the coat on. You couldn't help but feel that the boat was much further than you remembered it. Still if you didn't make your way over and anchor it properly until the storm subsided. Then you would have to hope for your senior keeper to return…or get busy swimming. Neither option seemed ideal when alone on an island.

Finally reaching the ropes attaching the boat to the dock, you sigh heavily. They were tied more tightly than you remembered. It made you wonder if Joel had redone them before his departure. Maybe it was his way of make it up to you. Double checking the knots, you deemed them storm worthy.

Shaking your head, you let your thoughts drift to a warm shower. Before you could make your way back to the lighthouse. There was a sudden banging sound from the boat. Turning back, you crept towards the dingy.

Splayed in the small yet sturdy vessel was a sight unheard of. What you could only guess was a merman. Due to them being man yet fish. Was battered and bruised, half slumped in the boat.

Your head was spinning and heart hammering. Taking a tentative step forward, you jolted as it heaved a shuddering breath. In a moment you came to a decision. A stupid decision really. Knowing that you couldn't let this creature's death weigh on you. You proceeded to get the most intense workout of your life. You could only hope that it wasn't prone to violence.

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You had never understood the person who designed this lighthouse. While it had the expected features. Such as the huge Fresnel lens on the top of the house. As well as the fog horn and radio station. But the large claw foot tub had always thrown you for a loop.

Now as you heaved the beast of a creature you had decided to become responsible for. You couldn't help but sing their praises. Because without the oversized tub, you wouldn't have a place to store the behemoth.

Settling it in, you made sure to curl all of it's limbs in the large vessel. It took you longer than you would have admitted. Though you just chalked it up to your exhaustion from getting the being inside. Trying not to focus on it's size. Even if the voice in your head was shouting the fact.

That task done, you decided that water was important to it's health. What with the fins and all. Turning on the tap, you took a moment to calm your racing heart. Shucking off what wet clothing you could, without becoming indecent. You grabbed a nearby towel and began drying your sopping hair. Changing seemed like it was a bit lower on the list of priorities. With the catch of the century sitting right beside you. So a quick dry off would have to do.

Rubbing the cloth over your hair, your gaze shifted back to the creature. The dark grey coloring of it's skin was a fascinating shade. You couldn't quite decide if it was more blue or black in tone. Either way it seemed to suit the large creature's features.

Curiosity got the better of you as you pried one of it's eyes open. A gasp left your lips. They were as beautiful as the sea on a calm day. The deepest depths of blue you had ever witnessed.

Then your fingers trailed over it's face. Taking in the texture of the being's skin. It was smooth, with a firm bounciness. Smoothing your digits over their lips. You were surprised by the supple give they had. The feather like touch cause it's mouth to raise in a half snarl. Revealing the much to large for their mouth teeth. Sharp as a knife and longer than your fingers.

You flinched away from the creature. Realizing just how dangerous your exploration really was. This wasn't a known entity. You shouldn't be so easy to trust that you were safe.

Though the same voice that had convinced you to bring them in. Couldn't help but whisper how special they were.

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You stay by their side for two days. Between eating, sleeping, and tending to you lighthouse duties. You always managed to find your way back to the side of the tub. After the third visit, turned check up. You resigned yourself to dragging a chair in and plopping next to the submerged creature.

You reasoned with yourself that you had to keep an eye on it's wounds. Wincing anytime you had to change the reddening bandage on it's tail. While most of the wounds it sustained were bruising or bumps. A large gash along the tail fin concerned you. It wasn't necessarily hanging off the tip, but it wasn't far from it. It seemed to be healing, though you weren't sure how long the recovery would take.

You couldn't help but admire the scars and blemishes that decorated his skin. It made you wonder how he would feel about the new mark. Would it be a decoration or a flaw. Even so, you studied them with a longing to know their stories.

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It was the evening of that second day that you started to really worry. While the creature seemed comfortable enough crammed inside to ornate tub. You hadn't seen any signs of the behemoth waking soon. Pacing between the fish person and the door, you wondered who you could even get help from.

His eyes shot open as a fresh hot shot of pain darted up his spine. Gathering his thoughts, he groaned. The last thing he could remember was that sudden storm. He knew his past sanctuary was nearby. So without a second thought he took off. Only to be battered by the relentless waves. Launched into the wooden pillars he had sought out. Then nothing.

With great effort, he shifted himself around the vessel he was contained in. The room was as unfamiliar as the two leg pacing around it. He would have found himself in more of a shock. If he wasn't so entrance by your beauty. Your curves seemed to go for miles. A plethora of bountifully plush flesh. As you worried your thumb with a supplely soft mouth. He let out an unintentional gasp.

Causing you to whirl around, almost slipping to the floor in your haste. Catching yourself on the edge of the tub, you sagged in relief. “Thank goodness you're awake. I was so worried you were in a coma or something. I don't know who I would have went to if….” You trailed off as the creature stared at you.

He couldn't believe it. You, a two leg, was worried about him. This was all to much. Shaking his head, he attempted to gather his thoughts. “Did you bring me here?”

The deep baritone of their voice shook you to your core. You had only questioned if it was hostile. Not if you could communicate with one another. “I, uh, yes.” Wow, such an elegant answer. But this wasn't the time for self depreciation. “I went to check on the boat. Hoping the storm hadn't dragged it away. It didn't, thankfully, but you were thrown in it. You were pretty banged up and the storm wasn't letting up. So I dragged you in here.” You would have felt like you were rambling again. If not for the intensity that it was listening to you with. As if every word held the answers to all their problems.

You really were mesmerizing. Your melodious voice and your habit of gesturing as you spoke. It captivated him. And you had saved him. For that he was bound to you. Nodding he placed a hand on top on yours as they gripped the tub. “I am Gantu, Captain of the Underwater Federation. Thank you for your help and generosity. I am now bound to you with a life debt."

Your eyes widened at the introduction and admition. “A what now?”

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After convincing the reluctant merman to heal a bit longer. You weren't sure if you were glad or not. Sure being able to talk to him was great. But if you had to rebuke one more offer of some ridiculous proportion. You may truly go insane.

He has suggested finding you that largest pearl in the sea. When you declined he claimed that a battle with the Kraken would be satisfactory. Once again you said no. Then he suggested overthrowing a kingdom and making you a monarch. And that was only a few of his attempts. It was ridiculous the lengths he was going to try to repay the life debt.

After his tail had heal enough to be sea worthy again you were met with a new problem. How to get him back to the dock. His pride wouldn't allow you to help him a second time. But his wounds weren't completely healed. So you did the only thing that you could think of. Dragging down the cart that was used to move around the large equipment upstairs. A task that you didn't ever want to repeat. Including avoiding thoughts of having to lug it back up the tower.

While it may be large enough for equipment in a lighthouse. He still seemed to make it look small. After reassuring him that it was the state of the art transportation device. That you would have no part in helping him use it. Only then did he relented and hoisted himself onto it. And it worked like a charm.

You would have guessed that the uneven terrain would be an issue. But his muscles seemed to be just as large as the rest of him. Your gaze rolled slowly over the buldge of his biceps. Watching as they flex and become taut as he pulls himself towards the water.

Realizing that your glance had turned into staring. You shook yourself from the gawking and followed after him.

He stares longingly at the sea. He hadn't known how much he missed the small details. The salty breeze whipping softly against his face. The sound of the waves gently lapping at the shore. He couldn't wait until he could be submerged once again.

That is until you settled beside him. All of his thoughts focused on you. The way the wind caused your hair to flutter around your soft face. Admiring the way a gentle smile graced your face as you gazed out at the horizon. Seeing how relaxed your plush body was around the languid waves.

He wouldn't have guessed that a two legs would save one of his kind. But after meeting you he knew their must be more to your species than the legends told.

It caused an odd tugging inside his chest to know he was leaving your side. Though his smile returned as he remembered that this wouldn't be your last meeting.

Holding the handle of the cart, you allowed him to slid back into the sea. “Are you sure that you're well enough to swim?” For as overbearing as he could be. You didn't want to send him to his death.

His large sharp tooth grin sent a shiver down your spin. “Of course two legs. I was made a Captain for a reason.”

Rolling your eyes at the behemoth you shook your head. There was that cocky side of his. “Well, I guess this is goodbye.” You didn't think that sentence would hold so much weight to it. Almost wishing you hadn't let the words leave your mouth. But you were surprised when he shook his own head.

“Far from it little one. There is still a debt to be paid.” He was happy to see the smile return to your face.

Sitting down on the edge of the dock, you raised an eyebrow at him. “How about we make a deal?” You paused and was surprised when he patiently waited for you to continue. “Why don't you make regular visits and keep me company. That way I don't have to go to long without seeing my favorite shark guy.”

His grin widened and he placed a hand over your own soft one. “That would be an acceptable start. Especially for one such as yourself.”

Your cheeks quickly became flush. You weren't sure if it was from the gesture or words his smooth baritone echoed. Placing a soft hand over his own, you gather your thoughts. It would be lonely without the big lug. And you'd be lying to yourself if you didn't admit to admiring his rugged features.

Taking a leap of faith, you leaned forward. He met your lips without hesitation. It was a different sensation than eother of you were used to. But pleasent all the same. You both enjoyed yourselves for a selfish moment. Knowing that while you had duties to return to. This moment was well worth the risk.

Pulling away from your plush mouth, he winked. Flipping back into the sea, he sent a large spray of water your way. Sputtering you shook the water from your eyes and laughed.

A loud bellow met your giggles. “Expect me back soon little one.” His promise was one that he meant to keep. Life debt or not, there wasn't a power in the sea that could keep him from returning to your side.

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Fanfic is a free hobby.

It's one of the last few things we can have as a society that's free. You can engage, for free. People give you things (art, stories, etc), for free.

Don't buy into the consummerism just because it's everywhere else.

You don't have to consume everything you interact with. You don't have to use things, just because they exist.

You're allowed (still, for now), to have things that are enjoyable for free.

Do you realise how insane the world is? We don't have many places where we can just be, for free anymore, but ao3 is. Did you notice we don't have ads in ao3? We don't have pop ups? Where ELSE do we not have that?

Where else can you just go and not have to wait for a commercial to be over or for ads to be on the sidelines?

I don't think the younger people understand, but the whole of internet used to be like this. YouTubers would do Youtube for free, just because. You couldn't monetise your internet presence before.

Ao3 is like a little preserved corner of the internet where the old internet used to be, and it's being attacked by people who do not understand that free things are allowed to exist without judgment.

Please don't ruin this for us.

Some of us need it.

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Currently working on something for MerMay. For once I am super hyped to be on time for a trend. Hope you guys are excited as I am.

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GUARDS!! console me

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The Phoenix (Phoenix Avdol x Chubby Reader)

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After fate brought him the love of his life. How will Avdol deal with introducing them to the supernatural side of his life. It seems he won't have a choice in the matter with a monster lurking around.

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Hi guys, I'm back at it again. Avdol is severely underrated and in need of some tlc. With a side of angst honestly, but everything is a bit of good and bad. I mean how else could we appreciate the good times. Like our lovely Egyptian phoenix man.

Anywho I hope you enjoy.

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The morning light filtered through the sheer curtains. It was always nice to start with a sunny day. As long as it wasn't your alarm. Shifting his face from the light, his squinting gaze shifted to you.

He had never expected someone like you to turn up in his life. But it seemed even fortunate tellers didn't know everything about their own future. Though as his eyes made their way down your supple, plush form. He couldn't keep the smile from settling on his face. Your beauty shone so brightly, it took all he could to not be blinded. You were dazzling body and mind. He was sure he wouldn't meet another that could make his heart soar so freely.

He tore his gaze from you for a moment. Taking note of how high the sun was in the sky. Huffing at how quickly the day could fade away, he shifted. Running a strong warm hand along your curves his smile widened. You turn into his touch so easily. Seeking him out and wrapping yourself snuggly around him. Legs and arms nestling about his form in practiced grace.

He chuckled at your attempts to keep him in bed. Kissing the top of your head, he said. “My love, the day waits for no one.”

With a heavy sigh, you buried yourself deeper into his embrace. “Neither does the evening.” Lifting your head you glared out at the far too lofty sun. “Though I suppose it would be much harder to get things done by moonlight.” Then a mischievous smile tilted your lips up.

Leaning forward your mouth molds to his in a familiar dance. He is quick to respond. Moving his lips with your in practiced ease. It was slow and sensual, neither of you in a rush to move things forward.

Pulling back with flushed cheeks, you pecked his lips once more. Then lept from bed and raced for the bathroom. Shaking his head in amusement, he made a slower exit from the much to warm blankets. The sensation made him pause.

Glancing between the anomaly and the doorway you darted through. He shook away the thoughts troubling his mind. There were secrets best kept from you. Be it to protect you or keep his true nature from you. He didn't want to think about such things now.

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The morning did not stay as peaceful as he would have like. No, just as the day started shifting into afternoon they had an unexpected visitor. Loud impatient knocks filled the house. Followed by an equally enthused voice.

“Avdol, what's taking you so long! Open this blasted door already.” And as much as he was trying to get to the door. You managed to beat him to it. Standing just behind you, he nodded at the other man as the door swung open.

A bright smile graced your face as you greeted the older man. “Mr. Joestar, what a pleasant surprise. Please come in.” Your warmth filled the front door in a delightful way.

Smiling broadly down at you, he pats your head. “Great to see you as always little miss. And how many times have i told you just call me Joseph.” Shaking his head at your polite tendency, he looked over to Avdol. “Has this bird brain been treating you well?” The nickname caused the darker man to shoot him a withering look. Why he had to push everyone's buttons was beyond him.

Noticing the change in your partner's demeanor, you placed a soft hand on his arm. “He treats me better than I could hope for, Mr. Joestar.” Your tone took on a teasing manner by the end. While you had a certain amount of respect for the older man. You were always there to back up your partner.

His gaze wandered down to you. A small smile settled onto his usually stoic visage. You really were a treasure to behold. The ever burning sun in his wide open sky. He would follow your brightness for eternity. Wrapping an arm around your bountiful waist, he said. “As it should be. Now what can I do for you Mr. Joestar?”

The older man didn't miss the way that his associate's tone matched your own when saying his name. You really did bring out a side in Avdol that he would have never guessed was there. It was good for the younger man. He carried a burden the oracle didn't want to think about. “Something's come up, let's go to your office and discuss it.”

Expression becoming somber, he led the man further into the house. But not before pecking you on the forhead. Reassuring you they would only be a moment.

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Avdol had to keep himself still. As much as he wanted to pace a hole in the floor, it wouldn't help. “How long has that creature been in the city?” The very thought of that monster made his skin crawl. Though it was particularly disturbing how nearby he had migrated. It sent a chill down his spine imagining how close he could be right now.

Nodding his head grimly, an uncharacteristically solemn look took over his face. “From what I've been able to seen. My visions have not been pleasent.” He rubbed a weathered hand across his weary face. “My family has been dealing with this evil for decades. I hate to pull you into this. But we can use all the help we can get.” His face hardened further. “I've even brought in Jotaro.”

The younger man's faces him in shock. The last thing Joseph would want was to bring his family further into this. It seems the situation had escalated faster than he could have guessed.

Still the thought of leaving you here bothered him. While you had both cultivated a comfortable home. Asking you to stay in it by yourself. It was tearing him apart. But the innocent lives that Dio could be taking. It was something his concise couldn't bear. “I'll be ready by this evening. Just allow that long for the preparations.”

Placing a firm hand on the his shoulder, the other man seemed to relax. “Thank you for this.”

With a nod, he left to gather his supplies. Thinking all the while how he could explain this to you.

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He began packing a bag. Trying to convince himself that it was the practical start. Not that he was avoiding bringing up his trip to you. Even his inner thoughts scoffed at the justification. It took less time than he wanted to finish the task. Not nearly enough time to gather his thoughts.

This wouldn't be the first time he had half told the truth. He didn't want you to get involved with this part of his life. As much as he was sure you would accept the more supernatural parts of him. He didn't want you involved in dangerous situations. So gathering his resolve, he went to give you the news.

He paused in the doorway of the kitchen. You were radiant as always. The smile that graced your full face was beaming. You were laughing at a joke the older man had made. Making you plush body bounce in a most tantalizing way. Though that smile dimmed as you noticed his stoic expression and bag.

Realizing the change in atmosphere, Joseph excuses himself. Deciding that waiting outside was the better choice. He truly hated pulling Avdol from your side. But desperate times call for desperate measures.

He hesitated, not wanting to lie to you. Everytime he had to talk around the truth, it would leave an awful taste in his mouth. Making him hate this part of his life just a bit more. Though you didn't give him long to gather himself. “Is it important?”

He was shocked by your blunt tone. But in all reality it shouldn't have surprised him. There were only so many secrets you could keep from someone you love. “It is…lives are at stake.”

A solemn nod was your reply. Though there were many things you wanted, no needed to know. You were afraid of what the answers could be. So with a tremble in your voice, you said. “If that's so then I won't stop you. But know that I want the full truth when you get back.”

He agreed with hesitation. It seemed there were monsters knocking on his back door. And it would be a much larger risk if you weren't prepared. Taking your plush body and pulling it into his own, he gripped you close. “I promise my love. When I return all your questions will be welcomed.”

Nodding into his warm chest, you tucked yourself further in. Not willing to let him glimpsing the tears clinging to your eyelashes.

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He journeys back to your shared home with a new weight on his shoulders. They were unsuccessfull in taking down the monster for good. Though he did get an almost fatal blow in. They had to retreat due to Kakyoin, a kitsune, receiving grave injuries. The group is hopeful that he will recover quickly.

But that wasn't the only thing bearing down on him. How would he break the news to you. That he was more beast than man. Born into the legend of the Pheonix. He hoped you would accept him in all forms. Still even if that was true, how would you take his unusual missions. Fighting evil beings, all the while you sat at home. He prayed that the news would not make you worry yourself to death. He knew your will was strong, but that didn't stop his anxiety.

His thoughts were abruptly cut off by a frightening sight. The front door of your home was torn from it's hinges. Without a second glance at the half destroyed door, he sprinted inside. Large gouges were taken out of the door jam. But that wasn't what held his attention. It was as if a tornado swept through the entryway. Nothing was in it's proper place and most of it lay broken. A discarded slipper rests on it's side in the middle of the devastation. Splattered with a familiar all too dark blood.

You had been taken by the very thing he was attempting to destroy.

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Struggling with the ropes that held you down. You glare at the deplorable creature across from you. To any other person he may seem like a handsome man. Though you had seen his true colors right away. Knowing that no friend of Avdol's would seek you out in his absence.

It hadn't taken long for his resolve to crumble away and his true monstrous form to show. Forcing his way in, ripping the door away. The beast slashes his way towards you. Grabbing the nearest thing to brandish at him, you swung an umbrella. Unbeknownst to you, it had been coated in silver. Making it a great weapon against your attacker. Your partner was protecting you in ways you could have never anticipated.

The monster howled in pain and knocks the weapon aside. Snatching you up and hurrying away.

Now you were staring each other down in an abandoned warehouse. It wasn't his first choice, but with the quickly approaching sunrise. He didn't have the luxury of being picky. Still it was an appropriate place as any for a trap. Now he only need wait.

And what better way to entertain himself than making conversation with you. “My my. The fortune teller found himself a delectable treat.” Slowly making his way across the room. He languidly leans down, taking a deep breath. Your scent filling his lungs in a decadent manner. “Honestly, a morsel like you should be better protected.”

Spitting in his face, you take care to aim for the fresh mark you had given him. “Did well enough to give you that.” You wouldn't give him the satisfaction of reveling in your fear. Avdol may have his secrets, but you know he would come for you. Hopefully sooner rather than later.

Your head snapped to the side and cheek stung sharply. He smiled as the sound echoed in the vacant building. Placing a delicate touch to the newly mared skin, he tittered. “Thank you for the reminder. I suppose I should return the favor after all.” Gripping your chin in one hand, the other trailing along the contours of your face. “But what to do? What would be equal to blemishing I the Great Dio's visage?” His grip becomes harsher as he list off the possible punishments. “A scratch, an ear, or perhaps your eyes. Yes, it would be an awful shame if you could never see your love again. That's if he even comes to your rescue.” He hissed out the threats with glee. Allowing the peril to linger in the air.

You have to force tears from your vision. You wouldn't let this creature sway you. Your love would come for you. It was only a matter of time.

As if summoned with by your will alone. What seems like an asteroid burst through the ceiling. Your name rings throughout the room in a familiar baritone. There stood your Avdol, wreathed in glorious flames. He had become equal parts bird and man. You had never thought that he could become more beautiful. But it seems your love would prove you wrong. The smell of fire lingers in your nose in an oddly comforting way.

Ripping the man looming over you, all in a blink. Before he could make his way back to you. He became locked in combat with the monster who had caused this all.

They tumbled through the room, neither seeming to get the upper hand. Each man keeping up with the other. Where Dio made up for with speed, Avdol bested him with strength.

Your struggle against your bonds had renewed. You wouldn't sit on the side lines while your partner was fighting against such a horrid being. But no matter how much force you put on your prison, they didn't budge.

A sudden touch to you shoulder coerced your gaze from the battle. Joseph put a finger to his lips and got to work. Unting the bindings and getting you to your feet. You noticed an odd group behind him. A shadowy knight in full armor, what appeared to be a purple demon, and a bandaged fox man. When your eyes returned to the older man, you noticed the new glaze his gaze held.

After giving you a once over, the older man jerks his head towards the fight. In a moment the demonic man launched himself into the fray. Catapulting the blonde monstrosity away from your love. The group chased after the pair. Joseph calling over his shoulder for Avdol to follow when he could.

Rushing to his side, you pulled him into your arms. Causing the man to wince in pain. Peppering his face in kisses, your hold on him becomes firmer. Taking his scuffed face into your gentle grasp. You run your thumbs along his curving facial scars and frown. “You shouldn't have kept this from me.” He attempts to agree with you, but you silence him with a look. “But I'm sure you had your reasons. And I can't say that I wouldn't have done the same. Especially with the given circumstances. We can worry about that later though.” Pausing to give him a passionate kiss, you push him towards the exit. “Now go take care of business.”

Turning back to you, he scoops your plush body into his arms. Returning your fiery kiss with one of his own. “Anything for you my love." And with that he took off after the creature that would threaten so much. Knowing that you would be there when he got back. The feeling causing him to burn all the brighter.

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