#maestro x reader

[teddie-bear420]

Fellas… what if…

What if I… TeddieBear420… wrote a fanfiction? An X READER per Chance… Everyone is posting such amazing works and I can’t draw comics fast enough so perhaps I shall write…

Who would be willing to perhaps… beta read?

Perhaps…..

Edit: I wrote it

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65486386

[a-major-love]

Stranger In The Night

Pairing - Maestro x Fem!Reader

Summary - Every Halloween, it was tradition in Normal Valley to break into the ole abandoned manor up on the hill. Unfortunately, it was now your turn to follow through.

Word Count - 2.8k

Warnings - no use of y/n, fem pronouns, semi proofread, use of og characters, readers friends suck, old spooky manor vibes, swearing, mentions of panic/anxiety, comfort

A/N - This was requested. (sorry for the long wait everybody!)

Howls of laughter rose above the wind, as your friends zigzagged between the trees. The moon’s silver light shined through the low lying branches, illuminating on their ghoulish Halloween masks. You peered through the dense tree line, clumsily trailing after them as the smell of decaying leaves, and damp soil invaded your nostrils. Up ahead, a single dim flashlight pierced through the pervasive blackness of the woods. You grunted, as you maneuvered your way through the unsteady terrain. 

“We’ve been walking forever,” you whined, as you caught up to the light’s source. Before you stood Stephanie, who lived a few doors down from you at the shabby apartment complex you resided in. Her long, ocean blue hair framed the sides of her mask, that was twisted into a grotesque smile and dawned a comically large clown nose. 

“It’s only been fifteen minutes,” she said, her voice muffled by the mask. 

Suddenly, a strong pair of hands descended upon your shoulder, startling you. You shrieked, and whipped around to find a pair of black holes for eyes shining at you. Damien clutched his stomach as he doubled over with laughter. The Dracula inspired mask he wore remained emotionless, despite the sounds of glee coming from him. Stephanie soon joined in, failing to conceal her own giddiness. 

You sighed. “Are you two done?”  

Damien eventually straightened up, wiping an invisible tear from his eye. “Looks like Red Riding Hood is scared of the dark,” he jested, reaching out to the toy with the edge of your cloak.

You slapped his hand back, feeling frustration bubble up the longer you stared at his stupid mask. God, why did you even agree to come out here in the first place? 

‘So I didn’t spend another Halloween alone.’

 You snorted at the thought as you glanced over your company for the evening. Perhaps you should have stayed home, and just watched Elvira re-runs. 

“Come on, it’s just a little further.” Stephanie urged, continuing her trek forward. Damien fell in line beside her, briefly lifting his mask to press a chaste kiss to her temple. 

Begrudgingly, you followed after them, feeling the night press against your back the further you walked. The woods presence cocooned you, buzzing around your cloaked form. A sudden gust of wind rustled the branches above, the sound almost deafening. 

“Where are we going?” you eventually asked. Stephanie glanced back, her eyes glinting behind the mask's eye sockets. You could already picture the slow grin of amusement most likely spreading across her face. 

Damien swiftly turned, and began walking backwards, as if he were already familiar with the trail. 

“You’ve never heard the story?” he questioned, tilting his head, as if genuinely surprised. 

You raised a brow, shaking your head. 

Damien came to a sudden halt. “How do you not know? Everyone in Normal Valley has heard about the murders.” 

You stopped, feeling a cool chill like water run down your spine. 

“Murders?” you croaked. 

Damien eagerly nodded. “Apparently – like 50 years ago – a man moved to Normal Valley, into the manor above the hill. One day, while out in town, he met a beautiful woman named Marianna, and fell in love with her at first glance. Problem is, the woman was already married to the mayor of Normal Valley.” He began walking again, his words pulling you forward. 

“So… what did he do?” you carefully asked. 

“Marianna was deeply unhappy in her marriage,” Stephanie continued. “So the two began an affair, behind the mayor’s back. He was the sweetest lover she had ever known, constantly doted on her and showered her with affection, in private of course.” 

“But, their secret didn’t last long,” Damien interrupted, linking his arm with Stephanie’s. “The mayor found out about their little rendezvous, and was righteously pissed. He stormed over to the manor, with his poor wife trailing after him, and vowed to kill the man if he didn’t leave town immediately.” 

“Jesus…” you muttered, wrapping your arms around yourself. You warily glanced up at the trees, as if the branches were threatening to descend upon your shaking form. 

“That poor Marianna,” Stephanie pouted, shaking her head. “Whilst trying to ease the tension, she wound up caught in the crossfire between the two men, and met her untimely demise. The man was so distraught that he murdered the mayor in a blind rage.”

Something rustled a nearby bush, causing you to flinch. You nervously chuckled, and pressed your hand to your chest, as if it might quell the thudding of your heart. 

“So what happened to him?”

“He killed himself,” Damien plainly stated. “A few days after the incident, he took a piece of rope and hung himself from the chandelier.” 

“Now his soul remains trapped inside the manor,” Stephanie concluded. “Forever searching for his poor beau.” 

“That’s just a silly story you made up,” you accused. 

“Is that so?” Stephanie mused, looking back at you. 

You scoffed. “Ghosts aren’t real, Steph.”

She came to a halt, shining her flashlight against a black, iron fence that had suddenly blocked the path forward.

 “Maybe it’s time we test that theory of yours, Red.” She stepped aside, and beckoned you forward.

The fence towered over you as you cautiously approached it. You gulped, and peered in-between the gaps of the fence. In the distance, you could make out a sprawling dead garden that covered the grounds. There were a few seemingly intricate carved statues shrouded in vines, their beauty concealed by nature. Beyond that stood the mansion, looming over the woods like a beast's shadow. You squinted, struggling to make out its rough exterior from a distance. 

“Ladies first,” Damien said, pointing upwards. 

“I’m not going in there!”

Stephanie groaned, throwing her head back in impatience. She lifted her mask up, a deep scowl already embedded on her face. 

“It’s a Halloween tradition,” she stated, stalking toward you. “Don’t tell me you’re scared of a dusty, old house.” 

“B-but the story –

“You’re so gullible,” Stephanie muttered, shaking her head. She fixed her mask –  though it did little to conceal her cold glare – and approached the fence. “Damien, and I will go, and you can wait for us here.” 

Your face burned as you awkwardly shifted on your feet. You debated staying put, until something small scurried past your ankle. 

You caved. “Fine! Just give me a boost.” 

Damien pressed his back against the fence, and linked his fingers together. You placed your sneaker in his palms, clumsily pushing your weight up his body as you grasped onto the iron fence. You were wary of the sharp points, but you eventually managed to swing your body over and drop off onto the other side. 

“Okay, now it’s your tu– 

“Quiet,” Stephanie hissed, whipping around to stare out into the woods. 

A beat passed. 

“What is it?” Damien asked. 

“I think I saw a cop car drive by,” she said. “Shit, we need to go now.” 

“Hey – wait! Help me back over.” You scrambled toward the bars, your heart thudding at the thought of them leaving without you. 

“We’ll be arrested if they catch us here,” Stephanie explained, grabbing onto Damien's’ arm. The two ran off, throwing one last glance over their shoulder at you. 

You gripped onto the iron bars, struggling to hoist your body up the fence, but your shoe kept sliding against the smooth surface. 

“Damnit, come back!” you shouted, watching as the night eventually swallowed their retreating figures. 

A sudden gust of wind blew against your back, as if the woods were aware. The hum of the surrounding insects crept into your head. You slowly turned, wrapping the thin cloak around yourself. Before you laid the garden, and its watchful statues that towered over your shaking frame. The house sat silently – on a slight incline – patiently awaiting your next move. 

With no other option, you drew a deep breath and began your trek toward the house. 

After all, that’s all it was. 

You approached one of the many statues, gazing up at the woman's long slender frame. A strange melancholic feeling washed over you, clouding your mind as if these emotions were your own.  A dove sat in her outstretched palm, as if it was about to take flight. The other arm – tucked into her side – was severely damaged as an entire chunk was missing. You stood there, silent in your grief, frowning up at the woman. With a heavy sigh you moved on, simultaneously feeling the weight of sorrow lift from your shoulders. 

The stone path led to a set of cracked steps, littered with dried leaves that crunched beneath your feet. You approached a balcony door, with arched windows on either side and squinted against the cloudy glass for a glimpse of the interior. The only thing you could make out was that the space was vast, and too large to be a simple living room. 

The sound of a branch snapped in the distance. You whirled around, eyes sweeping over the expansive garden… but there was nothing. 

“Get a grip, girl,” you whispered, balling your fists. You turned to face the balcony door, only to find it slightly ajar. A nervous giggle escaped your lips as you gripped onto the edges of your cloak. 

“This is stupid,” you told yourself, cautiously stepping forward. “What I am doing is stupid.” 

You peeked into the room from behind the door, only to gasp in awe. Moonlight streamed into the apparent ballroom, silver light revealing its rather lavish nature. A few, dusty couches sat at the far left, surrounding an elaborate looking fireplace. You stepped inside, gawking at the sheer size. Two crystal chandeliers gently swayed above the tiled, black and white diamond floor. Across from you was an arch that led to an abysmally dark hallway, as if it were a black hole waiting to swallow you. 

You shuddered, tearing your eyes away from it. A painting hung on the wall beside it, in an ornate frame. Well groomed figures danced across the very same diamond floor, their faces nothing but a blur. The women’s gowns were dull, however, due to the poor lighting. 

“Wow,” you whispered, slowly spinning as you took in the space. 

A snicker came from just over your shoulder, as if it were in your ear. You gasped, whipping around, to find the room empty. 

“H-hello?” you called out, drawing into yourself. 

A woman’s giggle suddenly echoed around the room, coming from nowhere and everyone all at once. Then, a chorus of voices joined in, their laughter swelling until it felt as if it were coming from inside your head. Their taunts came in a frenzy of whispers, brushing against the shell of your ear like a horrid lover. 

“Stop it!” you cried, stumbling backwards. You covered your ears, pressing so hard that pressure began to build in your head. The voices did not cease, even as you crouched down, broken pleas falling from your lips. 

“Please,” you whimpered, shutting your eyes. 

A hollow crack – like thunder – rose above the voices, immediately silencing them. You kept your eyes closed, muttering vague prayers to yourself – as if they would help. 

“God, I'll be so good,” you whispered. “I’ll be so good, if you let me survive this.” 

“Miss, are you alright?” 

Your eyes snapped open, as you peered up from your position, to find a pair of oak eyes staring down at you in concern. 

“I apologize for my friends,” he explained, sheepishly smiling. “They become a bit excitable when we have an unexpected guest.” 

You gaped up at the man, tracing over his soft, angled features. Silky, black hair framed his pale face, just slightly hanging over his shoulders. A bright, infectious smile had bloomed across his pink lip, providing a curious sense of comfort. His outfit was rather simple, consisting of a white, billowy shirt and black slacks. The man’s warm eyes never left your face, and seemed intrigued by your silence. 

You cleared your throat. “Yes, I’m fine.” The man hummed. “Well, I hope my mischievous friends didn’t frighten you too badly.”

“Your friends?”

A thought passed over the man's face, before he chuckled to himself. “I’m sorry, it’s been a terribly long time. Where are my manners?” He kindly offered you his hand, to which you took, and slowly stood up. His skin felt like porcelain, abnormally smooth and cold. 

“My name is Maestro,” he introduced. “I reside here, along with the others.”

“I thought this house was abandoned,” you mentioned, puzzled by his words. 

“What do you know of this place, exactly?” 

“That the previous owner had an affair with the mayor's wife,” you explained, “and when the mayor found out, he confronted the owner but things didn’t end…well.” 

Maestro chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. “So that's the tale kids are telling these days.” 

“These days?” 

“That’s not the first iteration I’ve heard,” he said, meandering over to the balcony door. He glanced over at you, soft smiling as if recalling a memory. “Numerous tales, involving tragedy and misfortune, have followed this house for decades. Fabricated by the townspeople to draw others away, but it seems to have had the opposite effect.”

“Are any of them true?” you asked, approaching him. 

“Depends,” he mused, eyes glinting in the moonlight. “Tragedy follows everyone, doesn't it? Who’s to say those stories didn’t hold some twisted form of the truth, for the others at least.” 

You quirked a brow at his vague answer, but decided not to push the subject. 

“The way you talk is odd,” you mentioned, feeling around for the proper words. 

Maestro craned his head to look at you, a suspected smile blooming across his face. 

“You speak as if you’re… dead.” 

He hummed, dark eyes gleaming at your words. The longer you stared, the more you saw that nothing sinister laid in wait behind those eyes. In fact, they were playful, as if you had discovered some secret. 

“Is that so?” 

You gasped at the feeling of frigid fingertips brushing against the nape of your neck. Turning around resulted in the same outcome as before, nothing aside from the peeling wallpaper. 

“You’re just messing with me,” you accused, facing Maestro. He had crossed his arms, silently amused by your alarmed expression. 

“You don't believe in ghosts, miss?” 

You opened your mouth, prepared to answer but faltered. It was almost unnoticeable, the way the silver moonlight beamed on Maestro’s pale face. Yet you could see the way it pierced through his skin, illuminating him from the inside out. Maestro seemed to fade in and out of existence, causing him to appear nearly translucent. Your hands shook, your brain rattling around for some form of explanation. 

A clock rang out around the house, echoing through the vacant halls. You were snapped out of your trance, rapidly blinking until Maestro looked as if he were flesh and bone again. 

“It’s super late,” you said, “so I should probably be on my way now.”  

Maestro must have sensed your unease, as he quietly nodded. He approached you, jutting out his arm for you to grab. 

“Perhaps you would prefer to leave through the front door,” he suggested. You gulped, and carefully entangled your arm with his. Somehow, you could feel him, but there was something…missing. 

Warmth, you thought. The heat provided by another person isn’t there. 

Maestro guided you to the front entrance, where a large intricately carved door stood. 

“Hopefully your holiday didn’t feel like such a waste.” “Strangely…no,” you said, gazing over at him. “To be honest, this was probably the most eventful Halloween I’ve had in a long time.” 

“I’m happy to hear that.” Maestro unlinked his arm from yours, and opened the front door. 

“I was half expecting it to open on its own,” you joked, feeling the tension slowly leave your shoulders. 

“Maybe next time it will,” he said, winking at you. 

“Next time, huh.”

He smiled, as if the morning sun had splashed over him. “If you are interested, of course.” 

You glanced around, at the dusty floorboards and patterned wallpaper. A long, weary history sat inside this house, eager to share its life and story with someone. 

You looked back at Maestro, and offered him a smile of your own.

“I would love to.” 

He gently took your hand, and gave a chaste kiss to your knuckles. “I’ll be awaiting your return, miss.” 

Heat creeped up your neck, as you stepped out the door. The night seemed just as abrasive as before, as if it too had waited for you. You carefully walked down the steps, cringing as they groaned beneath your wait. When you were halfway down the driveway, something compelled you to look back. A faint figure stood by one of the top floor windows, watching in amusement. 

What a strange house.

[plush4bunny]

They draw nearer, and suddenly your breath catches in your throat as their bow moves swiftly beneath your chin as they play, igniting a rush of adrenaline and a heart-stopping fear within you. They only have to tilt the bow just so, and they could easily kill you.

They, however, simply lift it and, by extension, your chin, until your eyes meet their forest green gaze.

- scene from @chrism02's 1st chapter from their Maestro (Doctor Who: The Devil's Chord) x reader fanfic called “Change the tune"

[starleska]

Hi. You don’t know me (lie) could you write a drabble about Maestro coercing you to sing Phantom of the Opera style, you know the “you’re all mine” kind of thing

ohhhh yes of course i can 😉 i have never seen Phantom of the Opera, so i am substituting it for Poor Unfortunate Souls in The Little Mermaid 😂💖 this is suggestive! content warnings for invasion of personal space, being tied up, and threats 😉

Open Wide - Maestro x Reader 🎶💖

"The time to sing is now, darling—and I won't take NO for an answer!" Thick musical staffs made living encased your body, mummifying you and compressing your ribcage to the point of pain. Helpless, you'd dangled for hours and screamed 'til your throat turned raw. But such sounds were appetisers to an entity like Maestro: a monster in a conductor's gown, with a face beat for a god.

"But I can't..." you whimpered. "But I CAN'T~!" Maestro wheedled back in an exaggerated mockery of your voice. "Don't lie to me, sweetie. I can see all that delicious music of yours...it's all knotted up inside you, juuuuust here!" Maestro tapped your chest with the tip of their baton, and a cruel smirk graced their flawless lips. "Such...delicate songs," they whispered. "Almost as fragile as the body they were made in. Far too breakable for me to extract...so we're doing this the old-fashioned way." Maestro's voice lilted and purred like the ocean caressing a wayward ship, and with the same amount of danger. Their register waxed and waned between high and low, sharp and dull, girlish and masc, in a dizzying concord which made heat bloom in your cheeks. Up close, you found it difficult to focus on Maestro at all. It's as if the gorgeous ginger bombshell speaking those words was but a lure on an anglerfish, and the real Maestro sat contained within that honey-nectar voice. Your resolve weakened. Distantly, you heard Maestro laugh in a raucous way: the drunken laugh of tavern songs. The next time you blinked, Maestro loomed in front of you, their eyes heavy-lidded and their lips all plush and coy. "Why don't you open that pretty little mouth for me, sugar~?" Maestro didn't give you time to reply. They shoved their exquisitely manicured nails into the crevices of your cheeks and pried apart your lips, like they wanted to crawl down your throat. You gasped and tried to kick back, but Maestro was too quick for you: another musical staff lashed out like a whip and bound you at the knees.

"NO!"

The violence of Maestro's yell mere inches from your face made you cringe. Your whole body tensed, then slackened. Shuddering breaths left your open mouth as Maestro's thumb slipped inside and pressed down against your tongue. You stared into their wide, wild eyes, and saw a madness within Maestro which no song could ever contain. "Try that again, and I promise you, I will drain you dry of everything that makes you human. Understood?" Your heart hammered in your throat. Saliva gathered around the intruding digit in your mouth, and you fought every impulse to close your lips around it. Horrified, you nodded. "Now." Maestro's voice teetered with rage. "Say aaaaaa." "Aaa-aaaa-aaaaah~!" And you sang. Somehow, the most stunning melody poured from your previously untalented mouth. Maestro slipped their index and middle fingers past your lips and began massaging your tongue whilst tapping their nails against your teeth. With each slight manipulation of your mouth, Maestro altered the pitch, cadence, and beauty of your voice. It was the most wonderful thing you'd ever heard. You felt like you might pass out. How were you capable of singing like this?! "Mmm~," Maestro murmured approvingly. "There we go. That wasn't so tough, was it, babycakes~? I don't know how you could be so shy with such an...irresistible voice..." Maestro's staffs squeezed you on irresistible, and a full-body shudder wracked your insides, sending a tremor through your still-singing mouth. Hunger flashed in Maestro's eyes, and a wolfish grin cracked the symmetry of their lipstick. "I wonder what you taste like~?"

[chrism02]

[averagemaestrofan]

Sitting in their lap would probably heal me idk

[ajs-in-the-tardis]

Human Music isn’t so bad

(Doctor Who)

(Maestro X GN!Companion!Reader)

(Synopsis: While travelling with The Doctor and Ruby Sunday, you encounter and defeat Maestro, the living embodiment of Music. After bringing Maestro’s piano into the Tardis, you can’t help but get a closer look.)

(Warnings: Sexual themes (Masturbation) and Language)

——

When Ruby had introduced you to The Doctor, and you’d all gone out into space and time together, you’d been excited to say the least.

As the moments passed, your little Family soon fell into a rhythm. It wasn’t like you had any other family. So, A heroic Time traveling shapeshifter and a mystery girl who grew up thinking she was human but obviously wasn’t human? Well those seemed like good siblings to have indeed!

A few days ago you’d all encountered Maestro.

Maestro was a flaming haired, eccentric young god who wanted nothing more than to consume the music from all time and space.

And slowly they’d begun to, until The Doctor and Ruby helped The Beetles discover the secret chord and bound them into their Piano.

You’d made a room for the piano into The Tardis, and The Doctor had encouraged cautiously keeping it safe and locked away where Maestro would stay bound.

And maybe the piano was why you kept hearing the music late in the night. Why you couldn’t keep Maestro’s painted features out of your mind.

That’s what you wanted to tell yourself. You wanted to blame your own wandering thoughts on the piano and not on your own aching heart.

Music had always been a part of your soul. From the moment you could appreciate it, you’d almost obsessed over it. You often found yourself humming or singing to yourself without even thinking about it.

It was one of the only things you were good at. One of the few things that felt natural for you.

And, when Maestro showed up, The Doctor immediately put you on a very short metaphorical leash. Sometimes he had even begged you to stay in the Tardis because he knew Maestro was close by and would target you.

Yet the glimpses of them you’d gotten were enough to make an impression. There was something so achingly familiar and natural about them. They were so wholly otherworldly and so wholly right.

They’re the perfect living embodiment of music itself.

And now, as you lie in bed, you yet again find yourself thinking of Maestro. Their wild red hair swirling like a flame, the bold Black and White of their collar, their intense yet beautiful eyes, their voice… somewhere teetering between commanding and soothing. Like the sound of a Saxophone…

Against your better judgement, you silently got out of bed and padded across the Tardis to the room Maestro’s Piano was held. You heard the door slide silently shut behind you.

Just being in the room with The Piano made your stomach flip excitedly. Maybe it was the thought of being in the same room as them.

Excitement swirling in your gut, you traced a hand lightly along the top of the Piano.

“Are you still in there?” You whispered to the piano. “Can you hear me? Can you see what you’re doing to my mind?”

You sat, opening the piano. You knew The Tardis had manifested this room to be soundproof. You silently thanked it as you gently played a few singular notes. You knew as long as you didn’t play the Devil’s chord, Maestro couldn’t return.

Oh how you wished they’d been more agreeable. Your mind raced with the possibilities of having someone like Maestro as a friend, a mentor. Or maybe more. Your cheeks flushed.

Your fingers slipped into your shorts, finding their target. You shuddered a little at the coolness of your hand.

A part of you chided yourself that masturbation was a sign of poor impulse control. That it was better to reign in control of your emotions. Another part of you snapped back that you didn’t care. You needed this and it was a private enough affair.

You imagined yourself wrapped in their arms. The feeling of their lips against your skin… the possibilities of how this force of nature made tangible could make you feel.

You finished quickly, with Maestro’s name escaping you in a whisper. You leaned onto the piano for support, the keys screaming.

The Piano started shaking.

Oh.

Oh No.

You scrambled off of the piano bench and as far away as possible from it.

What would The Doctor and Ruby think? What would Maestro tell them?

Maestro leaned out of the piano expectantly.

“Bravo! Bravissimo!” They exclaimed, clapping excitedly. “What a show!”

They disappeared from inside the piano, reappearing in front of you.

“Oh, Encore! Encore! That was the most riveting performance I’ve ever witnessed!” They growled playfully, yanking you to your feet. Their touch felt like fire against your cool skin and you tried to ignore their warmth.

“That… that wasn’t a performance….” You squeaked out, your face feeling like it could burst into flames.

“Oh but it was, though.” Maestro murmured lowly, lifting your chin with a finger to look you in the eyes. “A performance just for me. And I’m requesting an Encore…”

You were frozen in terror. Maestro’s eyes softened and their voice lost a little of it’s showmanship.

“Honey I can’t hurt you in here. As long as I’m inside this thing I’m still trapped. And my powers are just smoke and mirrors in here. Have a little fun.”

Their hand cupped your face, relaxing you into their touch a little.

“Please… you must know how serious this is to me. How deep this goes.” You cautioned.

Maestro kissed you roughly, pulling away quickly. They sat you down on the piano bench kneeling in front of you.

“A symphony returned, then? An equal exchange?” Maestro said, wagging their eyebrows.

You ran a hand through their bright hair, wondering how you could get your fingers through such wild curls.

“Alright.”

Maestro flashed another grin, and your world soon turned into an orgasmic symphony.

The name Maestro had never really hit you until you were the instrument being played.

And, fuck, they played well.

…

You weren’t sure when exactly you moved to your bed, but when your senses finally cleared, you were covered by nothing but your duvet.

Maestro hummed a tune you’d never heard before, tracing patterns on your back as they held you close.

The last thing you remembered before slipping into sleep was their soft muttering.

“Maybe human music isn’t so bad…”

[himewonu]

TRIPLE RED HEART EMOJIS ; seventeen smau

seventeen as tiktok comments !

contents seventeen ot13 x f! reader(s), romcom, lowkey highkey suggestive (blame tiktok), pics from pinterest used for visualisation

from rhin，i am a MASSIVE victim of doomscrolling🫡 anyways i wrote this cs i thought the idea was funny (im sorry if there’s already one about this..)

svt masterlist .ᐟ

[seokminfilm]

printer problems — vernon chwe

🤍 pairing, vernon chwe x reader

🤍 warnings, non-idol au, fluff, loosely (and i mean LOOSELY) based on the tv show abbott elementary, first-grade teacher!vernon, kindergarten teacher!reader, vernon is whipped, coworkers to ???, lowkey flirting, svt members mentioned as teachers, cursing (vernon says like 4 curse words), awkward vernon ftw

🤍 summary, the seemingly untouchable first-grade teacher vernon chwe has a little (read: huge) crush, and it's on none other than the sweet kindergarten teacher (aka you)

🤍 author's note, i was scrolling on my 'for you' page on tumblr today and saw a post by @miniskirtmods talking about an abbott elementary au with vernon and i was instantly enamored with the idea 😭 yes i know nothing about this show BUT this was just too cute of an idea to exist SO here we are!

(psa: if you don't know about this show, no worries!! there are no references to the show in this because i know nothing about it and don't want to look stupid trying to know 😭 so just enjoy it as a teacher!vernon fic)

🤍 now playing, mutt (leon thomas)

🤍 word count, 924 | for @kstrucknet, @maestro-net

vernon felt like a second-grader, taking his measly lunch of a turkey sandwich and ranch-flavored veggie straws to the teacher's table as he spied out the land.

("spying out the land" meaning trying to find a place to sit among the many teachers that made this underfunded school what it is.)

he could sit with fifth-grade teacher soonyoung who had a worrying obsession with tiger-print clothes, second-grade teacher joshua who all the staff thought was secretly gay, or maybe even third-grade teacher seokmin who also doubled as the school's event planner, music teacher and librarian.

(yes, they were that understaffed.)

all of those options paled in comparison to you, though—the new kindergarten teacher who everyone loved. you had gotten on everyone's good side in just a short time, and all of your students loved you, singing your praises as they went through the halls.

and vernon's in love with you—how? he doesn't truly know? why? well, he can list a hundred things, but over half of that list would make him sound desperate for your company.

(which wasn't all a lie, either.)

so, vernon, like the second-grade loser he feels like, awkwardly makes his way over to the end of the table where you sit, munching on carrots after dealing with a small disagreement between kids arguing about which sour patch kids flavor was better.

"hi, chwe." you smile, eyes meeting his for the ninth time today—not that vernon was counting or anything. that would be crazy.

...that would be crazy.

"hey," vernon tries his best to be nonchalant, throwing his boxed lunch on the plastic, slightly rickety table as he falls into his seat. his wire-framed glasses slide awkwardly down his nose as he looks down at the box, and he feels his cheeks heat up as you chuckle at him.

"your day been uneventful so far?" you ask sweetly, taking a bite of your salad as you watch vernon slowly. he unpacks his lunch, neatly arranging it before discarding his lanyard with his teacher id enclosed and wetting his lips.

"yeah, thankfully. i mean a kid did almost shit in his chair in my classroom, but that's nothing too new." vernon looks up at you through his eyelashes, admiring the sound of your pretty giggles. god, even your giggles were pretty.

"what about you? how's your day going?" vernon asks, finally taking a bite of his food as he watches you scroll on your phone. your hair falls in your face perfectly, obscuring most of your face except your pretty eyes as you return your gaze back to vernon. and that's the tenth time you've looked him in his eyes.

"it's going pretty good! we played with toys most of the day since the printer stopped working, and we—for some odd reason—we went and got the gym teacher to fix it." you say with a confused tone of voice, and vernon laughs to himself, trying to hide it.

that was very true—the school, being critically understaffed and underfunded (double wham), had a small circle of people who were assigned to do different things. mingyu, the gym teacher, was also the last-minute technician at the school.

"mingyu can't fix anything most of the time, let alone a fucking printer. i don't know why we still let him try to repair things." vernon laughs, and you shake your head, shrugging.

"i don't know, i think it's chivalrous for him to try to fix something, even if he doesn't know how to do it. it's cute, seeing him struggle sometimes." you smile down at your food, and vernon's smile fades just slightly, your words cutting like silly scissors.

vernon wasn't one for fixing things—he'd try to, sure, but as soon as he knew there was no use trying, vernon would stop.

mingyu, on the other hand, wasn't a quitter. he'd do what he did without fail, and whether it worked or not, he'd give it his best. and mingyu was cute while struggling to try to fix things? vernon might as well die, then.

who knew that vernon would ever want to switch places with mingyu? he'd do anything to have you talk about him like that.

"hey, i can fix your printer." before vernon is thinking, vernon is speaking, and he and all of his coworkers know how that ends.

you're staring at him with surprise in your soft, doe-like eyes, and god, vernon feels like he's melting on the spot. you're leaning in just slightly, fork in mid-stab as you eye vernon down. "you can?"

vernon knows he can't fix anything, let alone a whole printer, but with you staring at him like that, how can he say no?

"of course i can." vernon runs with the lie, shrugging nonchalantly and glancing down at his watch to quickly regain his composure.

"let me work on it after school. i'll stay late if you stay late." vernon feels a surge of confidence rush through him, and you smile, raising a playful eyebrow as you smirk at him.

"are you asking me on a date, chwe?" you say teasingly, and vernon's lithe lips part to reveal the prettiest smile you think you've ever seen.

"if you want to call fixing the school's rickety-ass printer after school hours a date, then yeah," vernon says with another shrug, and you nod, smiling as the bell rings, signifying the end of lunch. the two of you stand up, sounds of children filling the room loudly as you mouth: "it's a date."

[wooahoe]

how svt would help you when you’re crashing out a bit

dory’s notes: because all of my irls think i’m either adhd or autistic or both and honestly i’m starting to believe them because there’s no way that this level of crashout/burnout/dysfunction is normal. man it’s bad bad like you know it’s bad when your hw list for spring break is 40+ items long and it’s mostly just late work that your teachers let you make up. also when your teacher tells you to get help. it’s okay 😎 fuck it we ball

cw: swearing, a lil bit of crying, implied neurodivergent reader but tbh reader could just be depressed. man idk reader is just burnt out that’s all u need to know.

wc: 549

🎧 saranghey❕dory’s playlist — @maestro-net

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scoups, jun, vernon

they would be the type that wouldn’t want to disturb any sort of attempts at productivity that you’re trying to make, but they’re also worried for you. worried enough where they’d mention maybe taking a break, or getting you up and out of that chair. they’d remind you to take your meds and drink water, let you use their headphones once yours have died, would definitely bring you snacks every once in a while, and if it gets too bad, maybe gently force you to take a nap. they’d make sure you had plenty of their shirts you had dubbed the best material on standby, so you could be as productive as possible without being overstimulated. would be very sweet but probably not all that helpful production wise. but!! they will hold you while you cry and rant about your frustrations, and honestly, that’s all you could ask for.

jeonghan, hoshi, the8, seungkwan, dino

they are not going to let you rot in that chair and wallow in your frustration. no, you are getting up and going with them for a walk. what do you mean you can’t? you haven’t eaten, moved around, used the restroom, or drank water for the past six hours. you need this !! (any attempts at waving them off are futile) they’d either try and get you to move your work spot, or, if that isn’t possible, take a small break with them. whether it’s to eat, nap, dance, or just sit there with them and talk about anything that’s on your mind. you need to let yourself rest, even if it’s just for a little bit. (jeonghan, hoshi, and seungkwan jokingly mention you just not finishing your work entirely, but the glare you send them is enough for them to shut up on the matter entirely.) they know that sitting in front of that screen isn’t going to do you any good, at least not for the next half hour. might as well spend it with them, and just let your brain turn off for a little while. they know how much you need it.

joshua, wonwoo, woozi, dokyeom, mingyu

probably the most helpful out of the bunch. they’d try and actively help you make the situation better/more productive. is the vibe in the room wrong to you? okay, maybe try his room. are you just dehydrated? he’ll bring you more water every hour or so. they’d text you to remind you to do your normal human activities (drink water, eat a little something, use the restroom, etc etc) and make sure you’re giving yourself a break every once in a while. if none of this is working, well, then, they’re not gonna stop until they find something that does work for you. but they also know that you’re probably emotionally drained, too, and while they know you can’t exactly stop working right now, they’re going to make sure that when you do allow yourself a break, the two of you are going to have to talk. this situation of coping isn’t healthy, and they know the both of you know it. but if the temporary solution is just a power nap? well, then they’re more than happy to oblige: your bed is calling you, and their arms are waiting.

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a/n: man what if i just become a hs dropout and audition for like. idk. the new hybe america thingie (i can’t sing or dance)

taglist: @sousydive @dreamingofpcy @junplusone @mary1618rosie-blog @iris65 — wanna join my taglist?

[ppyopulii]

maestro's muse 💿 spring board meeting.

PREVIEW. Discord DMs between people can tell you a lot about them, that’s for sure.

FEATURING. lee jihoon x gn!reader, various non-idol!hybe groups & gn!reader GENRE(S). college au, hackathon au, slowburn, coming of age, angst, fluff LENGTH | WC. <10min | 0.7k TAGS | EXPLICITS. none!

JAY’S MUSINGS. hello hello hi i'm here again :) just havin’ some silly time trying out discord text format.... hm....... anyways do enjoy! sorry updates have been slow and little :,) planning for next update to be meaty!

www.hybehax.tech/spring-board-meeting

🍒 scoups1 4:02 Our GBM is in a little. I need you two to keep note of things in case I forget anything. [👍] universefactory

🐯 tigerking!!! 4:03 YOU GOT IT BOSS

🍚 universefactory 4:05 Just to check, all teams have already had their initial meetings, right?

🍒 scoups1 4:06 They should have

🍒 scoups1 4:06 I am praying that they have

🐯 tigerking!!! 4:07 I was there at Jeonghan-hyeong’s meeting!!! He’s already got Shua-hyeong on duty for collecting a list of previous year sponsors :O and Wonu is working on assigning tasks for Tech Team

🐯 tigerking!!! 4:07 Shouldnt you guys be attending these meetings too, though? Why am I the only one? (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

🍚 universefactory 4:08 Gym [😭] tigerking!!! [😐] scoups1

🍒 scoups1 4:10 Work, unfortunately

🍒 scoups1 4:11 Soonyoung’s right tho. Now that everyone’s got their schedules properly laid out, we should try to start attending meetings.

🍒 scoups1 4:13 Jihoon, I want you to attend and oversee Design and Tech specifically. @/tigerking!!! You’ll be in charge of Marketing and Sponsors since they usually deal with external contacts

🍚 universefactory 4:15 Alright

🐯 tigerking!!! 4:15 Boo Seungkwan better watch out >:D

🍒 scoups1 4:16 Please don’t scare away our Marketing Lead we need him [🫡] tigerking!!! [‼️] universefactory

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YOU HAVE ONE (1) NEW CALENDAR NOTIFICATION.

HybeHax GBM Meeting Reminder Today at 5:00 PM

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🍚 universefactory 19:29 Hey. Wanted to check in after our GBM to make sure you didn’t have any questions, or anything.

🍙 luvfurikake 19:30 hi! no worries, thanks for checking in jihoon! meeting notes from this meeting should be on notion (theoretically, but i believe u did ur job properly :P) so i’ll check back if i find anything confusing [👍] universefactory

🍚 universefactory 19:37 Glad to hear that.

🍚 universefactory 19:41 How’s Design Team so far?

🍙 luvfurikake 19:43 they’re taking on every challenge they get with amazing energy :D minghao’s been hard at work with mock-ups for the sponsorship packet, and i’ve asked yeonjun to start thinking of ideas for our t-shirts

🍙 luvfurikake 19:45 i’m doing my best to try and give everyone equal amounts of work ;; i don’t want to put too much on anyone!

🍚 universefactory 19:47 Didn’t I tell you one of the tasks you could assign them is to design this year’s logo?

🍙 luvfurikake 19:47 well. yes…

 🍚 universefactory 19:47 Then why did you design our logo, and not them?

🍙 luvfurikake 19:48 ,,,

🍙 luvfurikake 19:51 well ,, i just felt like they were all busy with the start of the sem !! and i had the free time anyways, it’s no biggie — promise!

universefactory is typing… universefactory is typing… universefactory is typing…

🍚 universefactory 19:58 Okay, but next time, ask your team before taking on a task yourself. You’re lead for a reason; you have to be able to have time to make sure all the other tasks are going well, too. It’ll be hard to do that if you keep entangling yourself with said workloads.

🍙 luvfurikake 19:59 ah... you’re right. i’m sorry jihoon — i’ll do better in the future ^^;

🍚 universefactory 20:02 It’s alright. You’ve done so much for HYBEHAX already (e.g. before you protest: IG posts, logo design), so just make sure to not overwork yourself so early into the season.

🍚 universefactory 20:02 Okay?

🍙 luvfurikake 20:03 yesyes ^^ thank you for your kind words jihoon <3! you're rly sweet :) [👍] universefactory

universefactory is typing… universefactory is typing… universefactory is typing…

🍚 universefactory 20:10 No problem [🤍] luvfurikake

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CHROME DID NOT CLOSE PROPERLY. RESTORE WINDOW TO PREVIOUS TABS? > YES NO

how to| how to know you like someone how to know if someone is just being nice to you how to tell if you’re being delusional how to tell if someone likes you

ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO EXIT CHROME? > YES NO

[teddie-bear420]

This fan fic writing isn’t too bad! I have a few in the works now so keep an eye out if I ever finish these :D!!

Maestro x reader: maestro is stuck in a piano that the reader decides to paint. I have a few more chapters in mind that will eventually end in maestro and reader kissing piano style

Cecil stedman x reader: there’s smut on the way 😎 oh yeah….

Conquest x trucker!reader: oooooo you guys get freaky in a bath house oooooo

Pinkie pie x reader????? Huh??? Who could have seen this coming?

Lux imperator x reader: you and your friends break into the theater and Mr ring a ding doesn’t take to kindly to that :)

I gotta visualize before I write so here’s some sneaks :)

Hmmmm I think that’s it for right now…

[a-major-love]

Pet Names Maestro Would Call You -

darling / lovely / dear / beautiful / beloved / my angel / sweetheart / my love / precious / dearest / my heart / lover / pet / handsome / dove / my lady

[thatssomegoodsoup]

Big top hc?

was planning on doing this!

BIG TOP x READER HCs

Reader repaired Big Top after he got incredibly damaged from the fall

You bought him from Afton when Afton overtook the company, and now he lives in your basement (you live in a cabin in the woods, so he comes outside with you often)

BT likes listening to you rant/talk about your day, your hyperfixations, etc.

^ He especially loves gossip

He likes watching the clouds go by and just nature in general with the reader

BT plays old timey circus music for you

He likes it when you bring a blanket and mattress down to sleep beside him in the basement

He likes watching Bozo's Circus with the reader

BT likes watching you go about your day and watching you do any hobbies you have

You have started a ticket collection for him (he appreciates you taking interest in a hobby of his) (there's probably like five boxes of tickets on a shelf in the basement)

Hope you enjoy @salem-the-puppet!

More proof I actually do research for my fics, I went and found a 70s era clown show (I think SOTM takes place in the 70s, idk I just believed Dawko lol)

Also I just found out I'm the fourth person to make content for this man

Credit for divider: @dollywons

[starleska]

I hope you like maestro brain rot cuz I finished my funny fanfiction :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65486386

🥺🥺🥺 awwww Tedd, this fic is so so sweet!!! i love how you're appealing so much to the objectum crowd with this one, and your characterisation of Maestro is so fun—"Clearly an amateur with no lung control" really got me 😂💖 but you're so smart for this!!! Maestro is more than their human-appearing form, they are the essence of Music itself, and i think they could absolutely catch feelings for an oddball human with an affinity for objects (and i swear that's not my autistic ass projecting 😳) i'm so intrigued by this!!! do you think we might get to see Maestro meet our lovely Reader properly? 😉

[chrism02]