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ifonlyitwasmidnight · 1 year

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First time

Takashi x F!Reader

WC: 4.6k

CW/TW: mentions of a past abusive relationship, fingering (F. receiving), pet names (angel, baby. etc.), cream pie. Fluffy Smut.

You and Takashi have been dating for months and have never taken it further. That changes after a quiet evening together.

The cityscape was a blur around you in the fading sun; the last rays of a warm summer day reflected from the glass buildings, pinks and purples painting the horizon. The whisps of your hair that you hadn’t tied back whipped across your face as the wind rushed around you, spurred on by the speed you were flying down the highway on the back of Takashi’s bike.

He gently tapped the side of your thigh before squeezing it, leaning forward to put both hands on the bars. You tucked down against his muscular back, feeling each movement as he cranked back on the throttle, pushing the bike faster as soon as your arms tightened around his waist.

Takashi grinned as he felt your embrace tighten, and a little whoop escaped your lips. He could spend days like this—riding around with you at his back without a care in the world.

No Toman.

No responsibilities.

Nothing but the setting sun and you.

So, when Takashi had called you a few hours earlier, asking if you wanted to go for a ride, which you knew meant “I need you,” you didn’t hesitate to say yes—anywhere with him had quickly become your favorite place.

The bike slowed as he finally pulled off, rolling to a stop by the waterfront. He held out a hand for you to grab as you jumped off before kicking down the stand and shutting the bike off; the sudden quiet after listening to the roar of the motorcycle was deafening.

You reached out a hand, and Takashi took it, lacing your fingers together before pulling you towards a spot under a tree where you two could sit. Being with Takashi was like nothing you had ever experienced. It was natural and easy. There weren’t awkward silences as you two existed in the other's presence. He seems to know what you were thinking without ever voicing it. But you, oh you. You knew how to calm him, tame him, and enlighten him with nothing but a single touch.

You are his muse.

Takashi kissed your forehead, letting his lips linger for a moment before slipping the bag from your back that he had handed you when he picked you up. He pulled out a small blanket, fluffed it, and laid it on the ground. He motioned for you to sit, and you held in a giggle as you did, leaning your back against the tree.

“Such a gentleman, Taka,” you teased.

He shrugged a shoulder, that gorgeous smirk that said, “Yeah, I know,” making its appearance. It never failed to take your breath away how beautiful your boyfriend was. His lilac hair was longer now, brushing the tops of his shoulders. His eyes were a little sadder with the weight of his youth on him but still as vibrant, cutting into yours like glass.

You let the laugh out this time as Takashi flopped to the ground, forcing himself between your legs and leaning against your chest, getting himself comfortable before reaching for the backpack again and fishing out some rice balls, holding one over his head for you to take.

You ate in companionable silence, the crunch of the seaweed and the sound of the wind the only thing that filled your ears. Your relationship with Takashi was new, the romantic side of it at least. Years as friends from a young age, growing up with all the Toman boys, turned into years of patching them up after every fight, being there with them through every conflict, turned into hidden feelings, and dating outside of the circle just to get away. Plus, trying to bring anyone around Toman usually scared them off, which meant the two parts of your life were usually separate. Now, with Takashi, they were one.

“Taka,” you said as you gently dragged your nails against his scalp.

“Mm?” He hummed, relishing how your nails felt against his skin, the lingering headache he had been fighting all day melting away at your touch.

“You know you don’t always have to take me on dates like this, ya know.”

He knew.

But he wanted to.

Takashi had spent years watching as you dated asshole after asshole. Watched as you went to Hina, ranting about how your long-term boyfriend forgot your birthday again or how you wished he would take you somewhere nice for once. How often had Draken had to listen to him rant about how he didn’t understand why you were still with that asshole?

He loved doing little things like this for you—stealing you away from your responsibilities, showing you how you should have been treated.

That was why when Draken had been lying on Takashi’s bed late one evening as Spring began to fade, he casually dropped that you had broken up with your boyfriend and that if Takashi didn’t nut up and ask you out, Draken would. Takashi had said fuck it with the “respectable” amount of time you should wait between someone breaking up and when to ask them out and had showed up at your door at 2 A.M, saying he didn’t want to wait anymore. If he had to watch you date another idiot, he wouldn’t stop himself from putting them in the hospital.

You had been frozen to the spot during his speech, a bottle of wine clutched in one hand, mascara running down your cheeks, and hair a mess, his sweet words only making you sob harder.

That was the night you both realized you had spent years dancing around your feelings for one another, and it was the last night either of you had spent alone. It had been a welcomed relief to the group when you two finally walked into the Toman Shrine with Takashi’s arm around your shoulders. Even Hakkai cried.

Takashi looked up at you through his dark lashes, “I know, but why wouldn’t I?”

You had been so used to the bare minimum. Anything over simply helping you put your dishes away made you nervous. So when you finally explained that you had gotten so used to your ex slamming cabinets when you asked for his help, Takashi made sure to let you know that he was helping because he wanted to make your life easier.

To show you what it was like to be genuinely… loved. Not that he had dared utter those words yet. But he thought you could tell. From how his hang lingered on your hips when he held you or how he would lean his forehead against your own just to get lost in you, trying to convey everything he couldn’t bring himself to say just yet.

“Because it takes time away from the girls and your work. Along with all of the—” Your rant is quickly cut off as Takashi’s lips are suddenly pressed to your own, and you melted into the kiss, train of thought long forgotten.

His lips are soft as they graze along your own, molding to yours as if they were meant to be there. A subtle drag of his tongue is an encouragement for you to open, allowing your tongues to twine together, dancing with one another as you get lost in the heady feeling of him. His calloused hands from years of fighting and hard work graze across your cheek, moving you with his arm around your waist, flipping you both so his back was against the tree and you were perched in his lap, knees on the ground next to his thighs.

He broke the kiss first, eyes heavy-lidded as he looked at you and panting as he tried to calm himself. There was a reason he slid you down his lap—for all the heavy make-out sessions and groping, you had yet to take that final step, both of you agreeing to take it slow. Going from friends to lovers was complicated enough; what if sex ruined it?

“You,” he said as his lips grazed over your cheek again, pulling in a shaky breath as he did, “Are the most important thing to me.” His breath fanned across your skin as he kissed back to your lips, hovering just far enough that you couldn’t quite kiss him, and you could tell he was restraining himself. His hands trembled where they held you, itching to dive under your shirt to feel your hot skin.

“Am I being silly?”

He shook his head. “No, beautiful. I’ll remind you daily that you are my priority if that’s what it takes. I waited years for you and can spend years reminding you that you’re worth it.”

A deep blush bloomed across your cheeks, and you buried your face in the crook of his neck to hide it. Takashi inhaled suddenly, leaning his head to the side, and you froze. His hands had settled on your hips at some point, gripping you tightly.

Your name was a whisper on his lips as you gently kissed the sensitive skin just below his jaw, and he tensed.

“If you don’t stop, it’s going to be a problem, and I’m not having sex with you for the first time in a public place, angel.” His voice was a deep rasp, one you recognized from when he would have to excuse himself from your embrace.

“And if I don’t want to stop?” You nipped at his jaw gently, shocked by your brazen act. You weren’t usually the one to initiate. Sex with your ex had been… a chore. It had stopped being enjoyable months before you broke up, but before that, it had turned into you turning him down in favor of getting yourself off; at least you would orgasm that way.

With Takashi, though, you had to stop yourself. You were waiting for the moment he would be ready for you two to take it to the next step. Damn your agreement to take it slow.

Before you knew it, Takashi had somehow deposited you on the back of his bike, and you were once again flying down the highway, his hand higher on your thigh this time, kneading at the flesh, caressing it at every red light in the city that you seemed to be hitting. That little touch sent your head spinning, imagining what it would feel like to have those hands truly on your skin. Your hand wandered as you sat there, sliding under the back of his shirt and around to the front, where they remained for most of the ride. You could feel his heart hammering under your cheek pressed against his back.

You were soon parked outside of your apartment and at your front door faster than you thought you’d ever been. Each glance at you was laced with heat and needy want. Nothing like you had ever seen before. You unlocked the door with Takashi pressed against your back, kissing your neck, and you both almost fell through as you swung it open. He kicked it shut, and the darkness of the night settled once more. His hands were everywhere, on your hips, ribs, and face as his lips frantically pressed to yours and your tongues danced together. Backs were pressed against walls, and chairs were bumped into as you made your way to your bedroom, each too caught up in the other to both with anything other than feeling and learning each other.

You gasped as you finally pulled away, desperate for a breath. “Wait, wait. Takashi, wait,” your voice was a rasping plea.

He instantly froze, his hands lingering off your body, and he pulled his face back, chewing on his bottom lip before he sucked in a breath and slowly exhaled. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Are you sure you want to do this? I know we talked about going slow.”

His shoulders sagged in relief. He thought he had pushed you too far, too fast. Takashi slid an arm around your waist and pulled you snugly against him, chest to chest, his free hand pushing strands of hair from your face.

“I am ready for whatever you are ready for. If that means stopping here, then that is fine. But this is about you just as much as it is about me. Are you sure you want to do this?”

You nodded instantly, and he raised an eyebrow.

“I need to hear you say it out loud, darling.”

“Yes,” you breathed.

His lips were back on yours, but this time they were gentle. The frantic frenzy from a few moments before melting into long slow drags of his tongue against yours and slower movements before scooping you up in his arms and expertly navigating to your room. He stood you back on your feet at the edge of your bed and slid his hands down to the hem of your shirt.

“Can I take this off?” His voice had dropped an octave, sending a shiver down your spine, resonating deep within your bones.

You nodded, and he tilted his head slightly as you remembered.

“Y–yes. Yes.”

Takashi gracefully lifted the shirt from your body, and his breath caught. He had known you were beautiful for ages, but seeing you now, standing before him simply with your shirt off, your skin glowing in the moonlight that filtered in through your window, you were stunning.

You shivered again as Takashi’s calloused hands ghosted up your rib cage, this time in anticipation. The feeling was like nothing you had ever felt, jolts of arousal shooting straight to your core. His fingers teased under the band of your bra, following it to your back, and he looked at you expectantly, seeking your further approval. You quickly unhooked the metal clasps, letting it fall to the ground between you.

The smirk that graced his lips was nothing short of feral. He picked you up again and gently laid your back against the mattress; his weight was a delicious pressure over you. Takashi placed a single kiss on your mouth before quickly moving down between the valley of your breasts. His mouth was hot as his kisses became open-mouthed, kissing around the sensitive soft flesh, nipping love marks into a few spots before sucking a deep purple mark into it.

You moaned his name as his tongue swirled your nipple, pulling the bud into the hot cavern of his mouth, and your back arched. He rolled your other nipple between his thumb and finger, pulling at it gently before letting it go, repeating the motion before swapping sides, allowing for equal attention to both breasts.

Your body writhed under his ministrations, and you were soon a panting mess under him, too far gone in the haze of lust from a small amount of foreplay that you knew you were soaked. You clawed at his shirt, and he slunk out of reach of your hands before you could get it off.

“Patience, love.” Was his only command, and you groaned, desperate to feel his hot skin against your own. His hand slid to the top of your jeans and hovered over the button.

“Taka, fuck, please. Please take them off.”

Takashi chuckled at your enthusiasm.

He gripped the side of your jeans and pulled them down and off your body expertly, and you both giggled a little as the tightness of the ankles got caught on your legs, and he had to yank them with a mumble of “damn skinny jeans.” He gazed down at you, drinking in the beautiful image that was simply you—his own personal angel. Your skin was flush with blush, your chest rose and fell in quick succession as you panted, and he could see the slick that had gathered on the inside of your thighs, evidence of your need for him.

You blushed under his gaze and resisted the urge to cover yourself up. You had nothing to be ashamed of about your body, and Takashi made you feel nothing but gorgeous. His hands always lingered on your hips before they traveled up your rib cage, oh so gently, to wrap himself around your shoulders. Your body was strong and perfect.

Takashi ran his hands up the inside of your legs, gently pushing them apart just enough so that his hand could graze the outside of your clothed pussy.

“Can I take these off, beautiful?”

“It’ll feel unfair if I’m completely naked and you’re still fully clothed.”

He reached back and pulled his shirt off in one swift movement, discarding it in a pile made up of only your clothes.

You had seen him shirtless many times over the years. Hell, you had been the one to sew up many of the scars he had peppered across his flesh. But, something about him doing it while seated between your legs, looking at you with nothing but primal lust in his eyes, was different. His pants had slipped in your haste to get to your bedroom, leaving more of his abs that fed into that perfectly cut v that disappeared into his jeans on display. Your eyes followed each line, returning to his eyes where one of his slit eyebrows was cocked.

“Like what you see?”

You nodded, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, letting it loose again a moment later.

His fingers grabbed the sides of your panties and slowly slid them down your legs, strings of arousal connecting you to the soft material. Takashi felt his mouth water at the sight of your perfect pussy, waiting for him to devour it. He wanted to take it slow this time. There would be plenty of times after this to fuck you into the mattress, to get you to scream his name. He wanted to explore your body tonight and learn what made you twitch and writhe. He had dreamt of the day that he would get you in this position, so open to him and waiting. He wanted to do it right and show you what it felt like to be with someone who gave a damn.

Takashi ignored the insistent throbbing of his cock as he spread your legs and settled on his belly between them, eye level with your pussy. He looked up at you, and he was pleased to see you already looking at him, mouth popped open in a small o as you watched him. Your head fell back against the mattress at the first touch of his tongue. He flattened it, pushing it between your folds and licking you from entrance to clit, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub before repeating the motion.

Your taste was better than he could have ever imagined; the sweetness of your arousal coated his mouth as he drank you in. Your moans grew in intensity and volume as he alternated between pushing his tongue into your tight hole and licking long stripes up you. He decided to tease a finger at your entrance, gently pressing into you, testing your reactions. You mewled at the feeling, rocking your hips forward, looking for more. He pumped his finger slowly, loosening you before sliding in another.

His fingers were thick. Thicker than you were expecting and thicker than your own from when you had fucked yourself on them, imagining it was Takashi’s hand instead. Your head was swimming with pleasure, your moans and gasps bouncing around the walls every time Takashi twisted his fingers and grazed across the soft spot pressed into your walls. The fullness from just those two fingers had your legs trembling around him.

His tongue flattened against your clit, licking it before sucking it hard into his mouth. Your back arched as he did. The all too familiar burning sensation of your orgasm building in your lower stomach making itself known.

No one had ever brought you this close to an orgasm so quickly.

Takashi groaned against your pussy, sending vibrations through your sensitive flesh as he rutted against the mattress, seeking relief as his cock strained. He wanted your cum on his tongue. He knew you were close, your walls fluttered tightly around his fingers, and your pussy was gushing, spurring him on as you raced toward your orgasm.

“Takashi,” his name was a breathy moan, “’m close.”

His fingers pumped into you quicker, scissoring open and rubbing against your g-spot each time. “Cum for me, angel.”

Your legs clamped around his head as you exploded on his fingers, a loud gasp of his name leaving your sinful lips, and he drank in your orgasm, your juices coating his chin in a thin sheet of slick. If Takashi died here, suffocated between your legs, it would be the best way to go.

Takashi licked at your overly sensitive pussy, and you twitched each time his tongue met your flesh. He ran his tongue over his lips before kissing up your body, his weight settling heavily over you again. Your head was foggy from your orgasm; you had never felt that good before. Hell, you didn’t know it could feel that good. The tingling sensation that came from is radiated from your toes to the tips of your ears. You felt weightless.

Lips met your jaw, and then a nibble to your ear lobe.

“Want to keep going?”

You nodded, “God, yes. Can I suck your cock?” You didn’t have it in you to be embarrassed about your question. You wanted to taste him, to feel how heavy he would be on your tongue.

He groaned and rutted his hips against yours. Your eyes widened at the feel of him. He was big.

“As much as I would love to watch my cock disappear between your lips, there’s time for that later. I want to see you cum on my cock.”

He kicked his pants and boxers off, leaving you both bare to the world. He sat on his haunches, and you couldn’t help but stare at his cock.

It was perfect. A thick vein ran along the side, and the thought of running your tongue along it had you licking your lips.

But holy shit, he was big. A girth that suddenly made you understand why foreplay seemed essential to him. He wrapped a fist around his cock, pumping slowly. The tip was an angry red and leaking pre-cum, begging for attention. His free hand found your cunt again, gently running a finger up and stopping at your clit, rubbing small circles into it.

“Condom?” His fist twisted tightly again at the base of his cock, and he bucked slightly into his hand.

“Birth control. Clean?”

Takashi looked at you incredulously. “Clean.”

“Good. Me too. Now fuck me before I lose my mind, please.”

“Only ‘cause you asked so nicely.”

He braced a forearm on the bed next to your head and used the hand wrapped around his cock to lead himself to your entrance, breaching your tight hole with his tip before slowly sinking in. Takashi leaned down and kissed you as you winced at the stretch.

“I know, baby. You’re doing so good for me,” he whispered against your lips, nipping at them gently.

You relaxed at the praise, sighing heavily at the pleasure as his talented fingers found your clit once more, letting you loosen further as he wrung pleasure from every ounce of your flesh. You had never felt this full before. He reached a depth of you that you had never hit with any toy or ex-lover. You both groaned as he finally bottomed out, and he paused, letting you adjust to his considerable size.

A seductive moan, nothing short of pornographic, left your lips as you gave a tentative roll of your hips, feeling just how he dragged along your walls, hooked just enough that he would stimulate each part of you.

“Move, Takashi,” you pressed your lips against his in a desperate, sloppy kiss, “make me yours.”

Takashi groaned against your mouth as he pulled his hips back and slammed them back into yours. Each thrust was bullying and demanding as he set a leisurely pace, drinking in the way your cunt clenched around his cock. The sound of your wet pussy and hips against one another mixed with your moans.

“You feel so good, angel,” Takashi moaned as he pushed up on his hand. His eyes trailed down your body to where you were connected, thick white rings of your arousal built around the base of his cock, and his mouth fell open at the sight. He watched as each time he surged forward; your hips rolled to meet his, thrust for thrust. Your hands gripped the bed sheets above your head, pulling at them tightly as each punishing thrust made your tits bounce and forced a moan from you.

You already felt like you were going to cum again.

“More,” you breathed, and Takashi responded instantly, the pace he was thrusting into you kicking up.

“Gonna cum on my cock, baby?” Takashi’s voice would send you over if you weren’t careful. Just the way he spoke, so dirty but so him at the same time. He groaned loudly as he threw his head back before sitting up completely and hooking your knee over his elbow, allowing for a new angle that hit you much deeper.

“Oh, fuuu-ck, Taka!”

Takashi’s rough hand grabbed your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers once more, the sensation shooting right down to your pussy, clenching tightly on Takashi’s cock as he pounded relentlessly into you. You were so close.

“Right there, right there, right there,” You gasped repeatedly. Takashi didn’t falter, his hips never stuttering until your body seized up, and you screamed as you came on his cock, little white spots exploding in your vision as you did.

“Shit, you’re tight,” Takashi moaned as his hips finally began to lose their rhythm, “Wanna fill you up, baby.” He was overwhelmed with the feel of your fluttering wall around him until he finally slammed into you one more time, emptying himself into you with a few sloppy thrusts.

He panted for breath as he collapsed over you, letting your leg fall gently to the bed. Takashi’s hand cupped your jaw and guided your eyes to his.

“Breathe, baby,” he said, and you gasped deeply, desperate to pull in air.

Your breaths mingled as you lay there, lost in each other. The stickiness of your skin and the heavy air in the room settled over you both.

“Takashi,” you whispered against his lips before kissing him slowly and deeply. His lips still tasted faintly of you but were swollen and red from how he had been biting on them, keeping himself from being overly vocal.

He pulled out, and you felt his cum slowly seep out of you. Takashi groaned as he watched. He wanted to push his cum back into you so badly. Next time.

“Takashi,” you said again, his eyes locked with yours. There was a gentleness there that he hadn’t seen before, something new he had to explore.

“Yes, beautiful?” He trailed his fingers down your face.

“I love you.”

He blinked. Once. Twice.

“I love you, angel.”

His lips sealed the promise those words meant to him. You were his, in every sense of the word, and he was yours. You were giving him your heart to protect with those three words. You’ve given him your body to protect with your actions.

Takashi knew one thing: he’d do anything for you if it meant hearing those words from your lips every day.

A/N: Takashi is our consent king.

🏷️: @awkwardchick87

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genshinluvr · 1 year

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A Star from Another Universe

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader/Idol!Reader

Summary: What if Alice found you when you first arrived in Teyvat? Alice nursed you back to health, and you stayed with her until you healed. One day, Alice goes up to you while you're babysitting Klee and asks you what your thoughts are on becoming an idol.

Note: I have been having so many random AUs recently that I need to get it out of my head. This is Idol!reader AU for the ongoing Isekai'd!reader one-shot series! :> This entire story is what I have had on my mind for a while, and I honestly don't mind making a "small" headcanon on what kind of fans the men are. Since there are almost thirty people in the harem. Anyway! I hope all Al Haitham wanters are Al Haitham havers! :> I was able to get him on my NA account and my Asia account ^^ Keep in mind that I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: None that I know of 🤔

Word Count: 8.7k

The day you appeared mysteriously in Teyvat, a woman took you under her wing to nurse you back to your healthy state. The woman went by the name Alice; she was a sweet woman who mothered you as if you were her own child. Alice is not only charming, but there’s something about her that makes her feel so powerful, almost intimidating.

You’re not from Teyvat or their universe; you’re an outlander, but you’re not like the two blonde outlander twins searching for their kin. You’re an outlander whose existence does not belong in their universe; you just mysteriously appeared in their world without an explanation. Not even Alice can figure out what brought you to Teyvat.

A few weeks after the injuries you sustained from being thrown into Teyvat had healed, Alice approaches you one day while you’re outside playing with Klee. Today is the second time you’re tasked to babysit Klee while Alice is out and about tending to her business; you nearly got bombed with the fishes in the lake. It was not fun, but Klee made it up to you by giving you a small dodoco plush similar to the one hanging off her backpack.

“[Y/N], sweetheart, how are you feeling today?” Alice asks, walking up to you while Klee is chasing a crystal fly five feet away from you two.

You give Alice a smile and wave at the woman. “I’m doing great! The concoction you have given me for my injuries has helped me greatly. I really appreciate it, Alice,” you said sincerely.

Alice pulls you into her arms and rubs your back. “That’s great to hear, sweetheart,” Alice coos.

You hug Alice back, and the two of you pull away from the hug. You hear Klee scream with joy; you turn to look, only to see Klee jumping up and down in the air while cheering that she finally caught a crystal fly. Klee looks over at you and Alice; her eyes light up before making her way toward you and Alice.

“Look what I got!” Klee squeals, holding her hand out to show you and her mother the anemo crystal fly in the palm of her hands. “Isn’t it pretty?” Klee asks in awe.

Her eyes fill with wonder as she watches the crystal fly flutter out of her hands. Klee pouts and turns around, running off to catch another crystal fly. You look at Alice and notice her looking at you from head to toe, her chin propped up on her fist, head tilting to the side.

“Is there anything I can help you with, Alice?” You ask, laughing nervously.

Alice purses her lips and squints at you. “What do you think about becoming an idol?” Alice asks.

Your eyes widen. “An idol?! Like, singing and dancing in front of a large audience?” You squeak.

Alice nods. “That is correct! What do you think about being an idol? I think you have the potential to be a worldwide idol,” Alice says.

She turns you around, continuing to look at you from head to toe. You have no idea how it’s going to work out. You being an idol while you’re from another universe? Would the fans and critics even care about your origins and background? There’s no way you can be an idol in Teyvat— no way at all.

After that day and the conversation between you and Alice, you find yourself sitting on a chair backstage. You look at your reflection in the mirror while the stylists are getting you ready for your performance. It’s been a year since the conversation between you and Alice, and now you’re an idol.

It’s strange and sudden; it feels like a blur, and everything around you has changed so much and so fast that you end up getting whiplash from it all. You lean back in your seat and close your eyes, letting the makeup artist apply sparkly eyeshadow on your eyelids, putting small gemstones at the corner of your eyes. Alice insisted you become an idol so you can thrive in Teyvat. When she told you that, you knew she was telling you to get off your ass and get a job. You don’t mind getting a job in Teyvat, but getting a career as an idol? That is something you would never imagine yourself being.

“How much time do you guys need before [Y/N] goes up on stage to perform again?” The security asks, peeking into your dressing room.

“Give us five more minutes, and we’ll have [Y/N] out on stage soon,” Emilia, your makeup artist, says, dabbing a little bit of foundation on your face.

You didn’t expect much when you first started as an idol. You had low expectations for yourself because why would anyone be a fan of an idol that did not belong in their universe? Especially when you don’t know what region they’re from; many have speculated that you’re from one of the seven nations in Teyvat, but all continued to be speculations and have never been confirmed nor denied.

Your existence and general background are shrouded in mystery. That’s what made you appealing to your audience; your fans. Despite being a charming and appealing idol, you’re still mysterious, and that’s what the fans love about you. You have a lot of fans, even more than you expected. You expected to have around fifteen fans, but you were wrong. Your popularity is booming, and it excites Alice (she is also your agent). She has booked you many interviews and TV shows (she also wants you to have a background in acting) and booked as many performances as possible to get your name out in Teyvat.

Within two months of your debut as an idol from another universe (that is what you’re known for), your face is all over magazines, billboards, posters, and advertisements and many people know your name and music. Who doesn’t know you and your music? Even adeptis and archons from seven nations know your existence and music— perhaps even Celestial gods know of your existence, but you don’t know that. You’re living the luscious life, showered in attention, Mora, precious gems, and expensive fabrics.

“I wonder if there are people that claim to be my biggest fan,” you mutter.

Emilia places her makeup brush down on the table and looks at you curiously. “I’m sure there are people that do! My niece says that she’s the biggest [Y/N] fan,” Emilia replies, smiling at you.

You crack your eyes open and look at Emilia with interest. “Is that so? Has she been to one of my concerts before?” You ask.

You look at your reflection in the mirror and stand up. You fix and adjust your stage outfit. Each set of your performance has specific clothing made for the set performance. One of your favorite outfits out of all the things you have worn to perform is usually the one that is saved for last. It’s silver and white; you have tinsels in your hair, and the gem in the corner of your eyes would sparkle each time you winked (not really, it was the lighting that made them glimmer).

Emilia nods her head, smiling widely. “She’s currently in the crowd with her mother and father. They’re really excited to watch you perform,” said Emilia.

“Well, I am excited to perform for your niece and her parents,” you said. “I’m ready for my performance now. I’ve been keeping them waiting for way too long,” you brush your hair over your shoulders and turn to Emilia.

Emilia nods her head and watches you leave the dressing room. You’re guided to the lower part of the stage behind the curtains. You’re instructed to stand in the center of the stage trapdoor and were handed the microphone. You can hear loud cheers, screams, and excited chatter from the audience. No matter how many times you have performed, you will always be nervous about how the performance is going to turn out.

“Good luck! You’re going to do great!” Alice squeezes your arms with an encouraging smile.

You let out a shaky sigh. “Thank you, Alice,” you breathe.

Itto and Gorou shove their way through the crowd of roaring fans; Itto has a large sign in his hands while Gorou is holding onto glowsticks. Gorou mutters a soft “excuse me,” “pardon me,” as he and Itto weave through sweaty people. Once both Itto and Gorou have gotten to the front of the row, Itto sees how close they are to the stage. On the front row in front of the stage, aside from Itto and Gorou, were twenty-three other men standing in front of the stage barrier, waiting for the performance to start.

“[Y/N]’s number one fan? Psh! I doubt it,” Itto hears someone scoff.

Itto turns to the man beside him and sees a ginger-haired Snezhnayan man, also holding up a sign with your name plastered on it. Itto raises his eyebrows at the Snezhnayan man and looks over at the dark brown-haired man beside the ginger.

“Childe, please refrain yourself from starting fights at a concert,” Zhongli mutters, glaring over at the man beside him.

“Yeah, Childe. Why are you upset to see me, [Y/N]’s number one fan, coming out here to support them?” Itto asks, glaring at the ginger-haired male.

Gorou laughs nervously and taps Itto on the shoulders. “Itto, I don’t think we should be getting into fights either. Not only will that get us kicked out, but people around us can also get injured,” Gorou explains.

Childe laughs. “If you’re [Y/N]’s number one fan, then how come you weren’t in the first row throughout the entire performance? This is the first time I have seen you in the first row,” Childe raises his eyebrows at the oni.

Itto narrows his eyes at Childe and eyes Childe from head to toe. Childe has a bandana wrapped around his forehead with your name in the center. A sign in Childe’s grasp has the words, “❤❤ PLEASE MARRY ME [Y/N] ❤❤” written in capitalization in colorful markers. Hearts are scattered around on the white sign, glitter lining the borders of the sign, and your name is big and bold in gold. Itto lets out a scoff, a smirk appearing on his face.

“How desperate and pathetic,” Itto thinks to himself.

Itto turns to look at the stage, watching people prepare for the next performance. Diluc peeks from Kaeya’s shoulders and rolls his eyes when he sees Itto and Childe’s signs. It’s almost laughable in a way, but Diluc shouldn’t be the one to judge since he, himself, has a sign as well.

“Archons, how did we get stuck near those two idiots?” Diluc mutters, rolling his eyes.

Kaeya snickers. “Relax, brother. They won’t start anything other than an argument. We’ve seen them argue on public forms before; it’s normal at this point,” Kaeya says.

“They also snuck their way into the first row. Apparently, Itto weaved his way through the crowd to get in front of the stage barrier,” Albedo says casually, looking at the stage designs and stage lights.

Venti taps Albedo on the shoulders. “Don’t you know [Y/N]’s agent? If so, can you get us all backstage passes to meet the [Y/N]?” Venti asks eagerly.

“I thought we’re already going to meet [Y/N]? Didn’t the front-row tickets get us the chance to have a meet-and-greet with [Y/N]?” Aether asks, unscrewing his water bottle and taking a sip of his water.

“Last time I checked, it says guaranteed. Therefore, we are going to meet [Y/N] backstage after the concert,” Dainsleif says, resting his arm on the steel stage barrier.

“Why after the concert? We’re all going to be smelling like each other’s body odor while sweating at the same time,” Scaramouche grumbles, glaring at the person that accidentally brushed up against him.

“To be honest, I would rather meet [Y/N] after the concert than before the concert because they’ll remember us when they go home,” Heizou says, shrugging his shoulders.

“But we’re going to be sweaty when we meet them,” Tighnari sighs in discontentment, scratching his ears with irritation.

“Hey, we’ll be meeting them after their performance. I’m pretty sure they’re going to be just as sweaty as we are, if not, maybe sweater than us because they’re the one that’s performing,” Thoma shrugs his shoulders, leaning against the steel barrier while waving the glowstick in the air subconsciously.

The lights in the stadium soon dim, causing everyone in the stadium to quiet down. Kazuha taps on Xiao’s shoulders, motioning for him to crack the glowstick for it to illuminate. Xiao searches around on his person for the glowstick, only to realize that he had dropped it somewhere while getting seated in the stadium.

“I seem to have lost it,” Xiao mutters, his eyebrows furrowing while his hands continue to roam around his body, searching for the glowstick.

Kazuha gives Xiao a sympathetic smile. “That’s okay, Xiao! I have a spare glowstick,” Kazuha says, handing Xiao the uncracked glowstick.

A faint smile appears on Xiao’s face as he takes the glowstick from Kazuha’s grasp, quietly thanking the samurai shyly. Xiao cracks the glowstick, and it immediately lights up. The sound of footsteps echos the quiet stadium, and the stage lights shine down on a white box. The crowd stares at the box with anticipation and sees your silhouette rising in the box.

Loud cheers and screams erupt from the audience, colorful stage lights come on, the box you’re in is suddenly knocked down, and you step out onto the stage.

“They’re even prettier in person,” Kaveh whispers to himself, covering his mouth as he watches you start the performance for over one hundred thousand attendees.

“They’re very mesmerizing,” Baizhu says in awe, not taking his eyes off of you.

Al Haitham watches you dance and sing on stage. The way the light shines down on you, trails after your movement, confetti flying in the air and raining down on you and the audience is a sight to see. Your face is on the big screen; you make eye contact with the kamera man and send a wink to the kamera, the gem at the corner of your eyes sparkling.

“Not only are their performances flawless and beautiful, but they are as well,” Al Haitham says, crossing his arms over his chest.

Cyno chuckles beside Al Haitham. “That’s why they’re known as the world-class performer, Al Haitham,” Cyno replies.

With the music blaring, and the audience screaming for your attention each time you walk by them, the men doubt the others would be able to hear them voicing out their thoughts. Every time you walk by the front row close to the men, they would scream as loud as they can and wave their signs, trying to get your attention. Your eyes will sweep over the VIP section of the stadium, smiling and waving at the section. Your music is blasting in the background; you have earplugs in your ears; your stage outfit looks immaculate, and your hair and makeup are flawless as usual.

Wanting to grab your attention, Pantalone pulls out a generous-sized bag of Mora and tosses it on the stage. The bag of Mora lands beside your feet, lightly tapping your foot. You look down at the bag of Mora with wide eyes. You squat down, grab the bag and examine it with wide eyes of disbelief. You look up, searching around for the owner of the bag of Mora.

Pantalone waves his glowstick around, desperately trying to get your attention. You and Pantalone make eye contact; the minute your eyes meet, Pantalone feels his heart race against his chest, heat rushing to his cheeks to the point where his face feels hot under your gaze. You slowly stand and walk towards the section where he’s standing. Seeing you approach their section, the twenty-four other men start to crowd around Pantalone, resulting in him getting pinned against the steel stage barrier.

“Hey, stop pushing, you buffoon!” Dottore hisses, glaring at the men who are desperately trying to get your attention the closer you get to their section.

You walk down the step on the side of the stage with the help of security. You thank the guard and approach the men who are almost breaking through the stage barriers. You stop in front of them and hold the bag of Mora up for them to see.

“Who does this belong to?” You ask into the microphone.

You would ask them without the microphone, but with the screams and number of people hollering your name, reaching out to you to grab your attention (or to even touch you), it was hard to ask them personally.

“It belongs to me, but you can keep it,” Pantalone says, sending a wink in your direction with a charming smile on his face.

While the smile on Pantalone’s face looks like a charming smile, Pantalone is trying his best not to show the pain on his face. After all, he’s being pinned against a steel stage barrier by most of the VIP section. Maybe throwing a bag of Mora on stage to grab your attention wasn’t the best idea he had in mind.

“Keep it? I can’t simply keep someone’s bag of Mora!” You look at Pantalone with wide eyes.

“Hey, if Pantalone says you can keep it, keep it. He already has too many Mora,” Capitano says nonchalantly, smiling underneath his helmet.

You smile at them sheepishly and shake your head. “No, no, no, it’s fine, really!” You said.

You gesture for Pantalone to hold his hand out. Pantalone complies and holds his right hand out in front of him. You place the bag of Mora on his hand, grabbing his fingers and wrapping them around the bag of Mora.

“There!” You said, smiling up at Pantalone, who looked at you with wide eyes, his cheeks bright red.

You slowly release Pantalone’s hands and smile at him. Pantalone gulps and nods shyly, pocketing his bag of Mora.

“Lucky bastard,” Pantalone hears Pierro mutters jokingly.

“[Y/N]! [Y/N]! I love you so much!! Please marry me!” Childe screams at the top of his lungs, his voice cracking halfway through the sentence.

You hear someone angrily protest, pushing the ginger man away and shoving the sign in front of you. “Don’t listen to him, my love! I’m your biggest fan, and I am more worthy of your love than this idiot!” Itto screams.

“Please notice me, [Y/N]! I collect every single one of your albums!” Aether screams from behind Itto, trying to shove his way toward you.

“Ignore these idiots; I’m your biggest fan and your most loyal fan! These buffoons are nowhere near my level!” Scaramouche hollers, hovering above you and the men below him.

You crane your head up to look at Scaramouche, who smiles down at you and caresses your face in his hands. Out of spite, Xiao smacks Scaramouche’s hands away from your face with a scowl on his face. You chuckle at them and shake your head.

“I’m assuming you,” you gestured to the twenty-five men in front of you, “are the ones I’ll be meeting backstage after the concert?” You ask, raising your eyebrows at them.

The twenty-five men nod their heads, cheeks flustered. They can’t believe it! You’re talking to them! You know that they exist in your world! They’re breathing the same air as you are and are face-to-face with each other! As much as they wanted to keep their cool, seeing you, their biggest idol and celebrity crush, in person is a whole new experience.

You smile at them. “Well, I look forward to meeting all of you after the concert! The security guards will be guiding you all backstage for the meet and greet,” you said.

In a trance, the men nod their heads, watching you walk back up the stage. Fans are tossing stuffed animals and flowers on stage, trying to get your attention after seeing what Pantalone has done. You chuckle and shake your head, looking over in the men’s direction.

“Oh my gosh, they just looked at us,” Heizou gasps, shaking the person beside him while refusing to take his eyes off you.

“We’re the luckiest fans out of everyone in the stadium; it’s official,” Venti says, crossing his arms over his chest with a big smile on his face.

When the concert is coming to an end, you stand in the middle of the stage and sigh sadly. After this concert, you’re not sure when the next show will be. This performance was the final concert of the tour all over Teyvat, and you did not want the moment to end. You have been touring all over Teyvat to perform in seven different regions. The final concert is held at a huge stadium that is built specifically for your concert alone. That stadium is located on an island outside of Mondstadt and Liyue but a few minutes out of Inazuma.

Because the concert is the final show of the current tour, many people from all over Teyvat traveled to this island just to see you perform. Even if it’s for one night, people are willing to travel far to see you perform your last concert until your next tour, which hasn’t been in the talks yet. The only thing your fans know, so far, is that you’re going to be releasing a new album soon and that you’re going to be making appearances on many shows.

“I don’t want this concert to end,” you sigh sadly into the microphone, sitting in the center of the stage. “I don’t want the fun to end, nor do I want to see you all leave,” you frown.

Loud cries and whines echo throughout the stadium, the fans expressing the same emotions as you. They didn’t want the concert to end and didn’t want to see you go down in the stage trapdoor, leaving them for who knows how long.

“I’ll be back soon, I promise,” You reassure the audience with a small smile, “I’m releasing a new album soon. Will you all listen to the new songs when they’re released?”

The audience screams, making you laugh and slowly stand up. You stretch your arms and sigh, walking over to the wooden stool, picking up a towel, and wiping your sweat. You have been performing for almost two hours, and now it’s time for you to wrap up the concert. You have a fan meet to do after, and you want to freshen up a little bit before meeting your VIP fans.

You said your goodbye while standing on the stage trapdoor, waving to the fans as the platform below you descended. You’re ushered to the dressing room to freshen up for the meet and greet with the twenty-five VIP fans you have spoken to before the concert ends. Emilia fixes your makeup while Yue restyles your hair, making sure the flyaway hairs and your baby hairs are flat on your head and not all over the place.

“You’re phenomenal, as always,” Emilia says, lightly squeezing your shoulders.

You smile at Emilia. “Thank you, Emilia. What do your niece and her parents think of the concert?” You ask, closing your eyes and letting Emilia lightly brush your under-eye with powder.

“They enjoyed your concert as usual,” Emilia grins.

You smile and press your lips into a thin line, trying your best to remain still while Emilia fixes your makeup to make you look put together. The concert is successful, as always. You’re glad that nothing went haywire on the last show.

“Are you excited to meet your fans? I saw you interacting with them before the concert ended,” Yue murmurs, putting more tinsel in your hair and brushing your hair.

You chuckle and nod your head, cracking your eyes open to look at Yue and Emilia. “I’m pretty excited to meet them! It’s nice chatting with them towards the end of the concert, but with everything going on, it was hard to hear what they’re saying,” you reply.

“Too many people trying to interact with you at once, or was it something else?” Yue asks.

You hum and lean back in the chair, reaching for the hand fan to fan yourself. You purse your lips and think for a moment.

“Yes, that would be one of the reasons. They were all piling up against this black-haired man with glasses, practically squishing him against the stage barrier,” you chuckle. “I feel bad for that happening, and I’m hoping to interact with all of them without any of them getting hurt or squished by the other,” you add.

“I don’t know, [Y/N]. Your fanboys…. They have familiar faces,” Emilia chuckles, applying lip balm on your lips. “A few of them are Fatui Harbingers, and others are diplomats or archons! Overall, these men are important figures of some sort,” Emilia says, gazing at you with wide eyes.

“Important figures as [Y/N]’s biggest fanboys!? Wow! You’re truly amazing, [Y/N]!” Yue squeals, jumping behind you with glee. “Would you, perhaps, date any of them?” Yue teases, wiggling her eyebrows at you cheekily.

You feel your face heat up at Yue’s question. You? Dating a fan? Does she not realize how scandalous that is? You turn to Yue and lightly bat at her arm.

“Yue! Me dating a fan is scandalous! Do you know how upset people will be if I start dating a fan of mine?” You ask, looking at the Liyuen woman with wide eyes.

Yue pouts and crosses her arms over her chest. “Oh, come on, [Y/N]! You can’t be single forever! Plus, there are not many famous male idols in Teyvat. You usually see women that are given this sort of attention compared to the men,” Yue says.

You purse your lips and shrug your shoulders. “I don’t know, Yue. I don’t think about dating much because of how busy I am with my career as an idol. Not only that, but I don’t want my significant other to deal with hate and tabloids,” you sigh, tilting your head back and closing your eyes.

Emilia pats your head. “That’s fair, but you can’t be single forever. Especially when you have attractive fanboys,” Emilia jokes, poking you in the ribs lightly.

“How can you see their faces clearly when colorful lights were strobing in the stadium?” You ask.

“We ran into your fanboys before the concert began. You weren’t at the stadium yet. You were on your way here, and these men were searching around for a restroom, and maybe they were hoping to run into you, but they ran into us instead,” Yue explains, snickering to herself.

You chuckle and shake your head. The more you think about the fanboys you interact with during the concert, the more you become intrigued with them. Not going to lie; you’re kind of nervous about meeting them backstage. While they admire you and the things you do, you hope that the interaction wouldn’t make them like you any less.

To put it into perspective, you’re not much of a social person, and having to interact with almost thirty people after a huge performance is a bit nerve-wracking. Ironic, right? You performed in front of thousands of people, and yet you find interacting with twenty-ish people personally is more intimidating than performing in front of thousands of people. Maybe it’s because of your past interaction with a celebrity, but you don’t want your fanboys to be disappointed to see that you’re not the perfect idol they see on billboards, posters, TV shows, album covers, and magazines.

“And we’re done!” You hear Emilia say.

You blink and realize that Emilia and Yue are finished helping you freshen up. You get up from your seat and stretch your arms in the air, groaning. After this meet and greet, you’re going straight to the showers, and you’re going to take a nap right after.

“So, do I just wait here while the security guards assist the VIP fans to the meet and greet room?” You ask, grabbing the water bottle from the vanity.

Yue shrugs her shoulders. “You’ve been in the dressing room for a while. I’m pretty sure your fanboys are already in the meet-and-greet room,” Yue says, packing up the tools and cleaning the station around her.

“Aw man, I hope I didn’t keep them waiting for too long,” you mutter.

You quickly bid the two women goodbyes before walking out of the dressing room. When you step out of the dressing room, you see Alice and a security guard waiting for you outside of the dressing room. You give the two a brief smile before letting them know that you’re ready to meet the VIP fans.

While you, Alice, and the security guards were on your way to the room where the meet and greet was being held, the room was filled with chatter. Very loud conversations from your twenty-five fanboys.

“Take that off. You look ridiculous!” Diluc sighs, shaking his head at Kaeya.

Kaeya snorts. “Oh, please, brother. You’re wearing the same shirt as I am. Although, white doesn’t suit you at all,” Kaeya says, looking down at the shirt Diluc is wearing.

“Who designed all of [Y/N] concert merchandise? I want to speak to them and give them some advice on how to properly design merchandise without making it look tacky,” Ayato says, holding your concert t-shirt up with a neutral expression.

Thoma clears his throat and crosses his arms over his chest, covering the concert t-shirt he’s wearing with his arms. “I agree with you, my Lord. Although, I believe the person should be fired instead, and a new merchandise designer should be hired,” Thoma says, scratching the apples of his cheeks awkwardly.

Kaveh sighs dramatically. “As much as I love [Y/N] and their flawlessness, I believe that their only flaw is hiring the designer,” Kaveh laments, tossing the t-shirt back on the pile of shirts on the table.

“Yeah, of course, you do. You say that while having another t-shirt stuffed in your back pocket,” Al Haitham snorts.

Al Haitham reaches behind Kaveh, yanks the shirt from Kaveh’s pants pocket, and waves it in front of the blond man with an eyebrow raised, the corner of his lips quirking up with amusement. Kaveh gapes at Al Haitham and begins to stutter out excuses.

Tighnari pats Kaveh’s back with a smile. “It’s okay if you like the shirt, Kaveh. People have different tastes in clothing. You don’t have to follow the crowd in hating the design of the merchandise,” Tighnari says.

“Exactly. I don’t understand why people would follow along with what others think. If you like something, then you like it. Don’t pretend to dislike something only because a group of people doesn’t like what you do,” Cyno says, walking up to Kaveh, Tighnari, and Al Haitham while wearing your concert merchandise.

Baizhu lets out a chuckle and props his hands on his hips. “I see that you’re trying to show others that you’re [Y/N]’s biggest fan,” said Baizhu, looking at Cyno from head to toe.

“I disagree. I’m [Y/N]’s biggest fan,” Gorou says, walking over to the group with various concert merchandise in his hands.

Kazuha pokes Gorou’s back. “I think you should get a bag for [Y/N]’s concert merchandise. We wouldn’t want you to drop them on your way out,” said Kazuha.

“How much longer do we have to wait?” Xiao mutters, leaning on the edge of the merchandise table to stretch his aching legs out.

Dainsleif hums. “They can take as long as they like. They did perform for almost two hours and have to tolerate everyone crowding the barrier to talk to them,” Dainsleif says nonchalantly.

“And by crowding the barrier, you mean crushing me against the steel stage barrier because [Y/N] looked in my direction and talked to me,” Pantalone huffs, rubbing his lower abdomen where the steel barrier dug into while the twenty-four other men crowded around him just to get your attention.

Albedo shrugs his shoulders. “You sort of did that to yourself, Pantalone,” Albedo says.

Dottore snickers behind his hands before nudging Pantalone with his elbow. “He’s not wrong there, Pantalone. You tried to find a way to get [Y/N]’s attention, and you were successful! However, every action has consequences,” Dottore smirks.

“I don’t want to alarm anyone, but it seems like [Y/N] is about to make an appearance very soon,” Zhongli speaks up.

Everyone turns to look at Zhongli quizzically. Zhongli sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose before gesturing towards the entrance of the room. Everyone in the room falls silent; they can hear three pairs of footsteps approaching the room where the meet and greet is being held. Not only can they hear footsteps getting closer to the room, but the voices are getting louder the closer the footsteps get.

“They’re in this room, right?” The group of men hears you ask.

“Yes, the meet and greet are being held in this room!” They hear a woman say eagerly.

The door is opened by the security guard. The security guard makes eye contact with each man and nods his head before turning around to gesture for you to enter the room. The men in the room panic and begin to fix their clothes, making sure they look presentable. You walk into the room and smile at the men in front of you.

“Hello! It’s great to see you all again after the concert! Our interaction was cut short due to the concert and the concert coming to an end. I hope I’ll be able to talk with each of you without any interruptions,” you joyfully said, clasping your hands together in front of you.

Pierro smiles at you and bows at you, his right hand placed over his chest. “It’s nice to meet you, [Y/N]. Your performance is flawless and enchanting, as always. I’m honored to be able to watch you perform live,” Pierro says, straightening his posture.

You giggle and tuck your hair behind your ears. Your little gesture made the others subtly raise their eyebrows, jealousy beginning to simmer inside of them.

“I’m glad you enjoyed the concert! It makes me incredibly happy to know that people enjoy the performance!” You said, smiling at Pierro.

“You needn’t worry about what people think of your performance. You’re a world-class performer, a very respected idol, and a huge inspiration and role model for all,” Capitano says gruffly.

You cover both of your flushed cheeks with your hands. “Oh, stop! You’re making me blush!” You said, covering your face.

Archons, can you get any cuter? You’re so cute! The way you cover your cheeks with your hands to hide the blush on your cheeks, you try to keep your professional facade while treating them like an acquaintance. However, they wish it was more than a fan and idol interaction); you speak to them casually instead of the conversation being tense and awkward.

“If you don’t mind me asking, have you eaten anything yet?” Zhongli asks.

You shake your head. “Not yet! But I will be getting something to eat after the meet and greet! Although I’m not sure where I’ll be going,” you trailed off, pinching the fat of your chin with your lips puckered.

“You don’t have to worry about that, [Y/N]. Mister Zhongli over here is generous enough to send a food stall to your concert for you personally. As the creator and founder of the biggest [Y/N] Fanclub of all of Teyvat, Zhongli is the one that sends the gifts, food stalls, and does many things for you and the fans,” Childe says, patting the funeral consultant’s shoulders with a big smile on his face.

Aether looks at Zhongli with wide eyes and points at Zhongli with an accusing finger. “You’re Interstellar Idol!? The one that is at every single fan event that is hosted for [Y/N]!?” Aether exclaims in disbelief.

“He’s also the one that goes all out when it comes to [Y/N],” Heizou whispers, staring at the flustered ex-Archon with wide eyes.

Itto raises his hand in the air. “Hold up! I thought he was broke! Like, borrowing other people’s Mora and never paying them back kind of broke,” Itto says, fiddling with his thumbs while looking at Zhongli skeptically.

Al Haitham rolls his eyes. “He’s not broke, Itto. Zhongli just forgets to bring his wallet,” Al Haitham corrects Itto, crossing his arms over his chest.

“As if that’s any better,” Kaveh mutters under his breath.

You stare at Zhongli with your mouth agape before making your way to the flustered archon. You stand in front of Zhongli, pointing at him. “You’re running my biggest Fanclub, did you know that?” You whisper.

Zhongli clears his throat and nods his head shyly, cheeks pink, the tips of his ears just as pink as the apples of his cheeks. You’re very familiar with the Fanclub called Interstellar Idol; they’re your biggest fanbase of all Teyvat. How can you not know them? They’re at every milestone of yours and have been at your side since the beginning of your career as an idol. If it weren’t for the Fanclub, Interstellar Idol, you wouldn’t be as known as you are now.

“Is it okay if I give you a hug?” You whisper shyly.

Zhongli looks at you with wide eyes before slowly nodding his head. A big smile appears on your face, and you hug Zhongli, your arms wrapping around his waist. “Thank you for being there with me every step of my career. I appreciate the support, and I wouldn’t be here today if it weren’t for you and the Fanclub, Interstellar Idol,” you murmur, looking up at Zhongli.

“Hey! I want my hug, tooooo!” Venti whines, stomping his foot on the ground playfully.

You pull away from the hug and laugh. “Alright, I’ll give each of you a hug or a handshake. It’s your choice! Then if any of you want to take a picture, or want anything signed, let me know after!” You said.

“Just to let you know, Zhongli may be the creator and founder of your biggest Fanclub; all of us,” Thoma gestures to the other men in the room, including himself, “are also well-known [Y/N] fanboys,” Thoma says proudly.

You prop your hands on your hips. “Is that so?” You ask, looking at them curiously. “Care to tell me what each of you does as fans of mine? I’m quite curious,” You said, tilting your head to the side.

Diluc clears his throat loudly. “Let’s discuss this later,” Diluc interjects, looking away with red blossoming on his cheeks.

Kaeya leans toward you while pointing his thumb at Diluc. “Diluc collects your albums and posters. However, he doesn’t have as many as I do,” Kaeya snickers behind his hands.

Diluc narrows his eyes at Kaeya and grabs him by the shirt collar, pulling him back. Kaeya looks over at Diluc with a smug smile on his face. Diluc’s face was almost as red as his hair after Kaeya exposed Diluc’s secret hobby to you, the biggest idol of Teyvat and their celebrity crush.

“You didn’t hear this from me, but Cyno writes fanfictions about you. His stories are very popular throughout Teyvat,” Tighnari whispers to you.

Cyno looks over at Tighnari, his eyes wide. “What did you say?” Cyno demands, stomping over to you and Tighnari.

“Oh, Cyno. There’s no shame in writing fanfictions! I used to write them myself as well,” you reassure General Mahamatra with a smile on your face.

Ayato looks at you with interest. “And who did you write about?” Ayato asks, raising an eyebrow at you in a teasing manner.

You gaped at Ayato and cleared your throat, rubbing the back of your neck and looking away from the Kamisato heir. There’s no way you’re going to expose yourself even more when you have already revealed your “secret” to the men in front of you.

“As you said earlier, there’s no shame in writing fanfictions!” Baizhu sing-song, smiling at you innocently.

You pucker your lips and shake your head. “We’re not close enough for me to expose my secrets even more,” you joke.

Dottore slides his arm over your shoulders. “I’m sure by the end of the meet and greet; we’ll be closer than ever for you to tell us who you wrote fanfictions of,” Dottore chuckles, smiling down at you.

You squint your eyes at Dottore and look at the other men. “We’ll see about that,” you stroke your chin.

You walk over to Xiao, who’s quietly observing you with curiosity. Despite being a massive idol in Teyvat, you’re still humble, and you interact with your fans like ordinary people instead of putting up a wall between you and your fans. You’re grateful for all of the support you have been receiving since day one of your career as an idol, and you continue to be thankful for your fans, your manager, and everyone around you that made your career happen.

“What’s on your mind?” You ask, pulling Xiao from his thoughts.

Xiao blinks at you and clears his throat, the apples of his cheeks turning bright pink. “It’s nothing,” Xiao says.

You look at him curiously. “If it’s nothing, then how come you weren’t answering me when I called your name a couple of times?” You tease.

Xiao clears his throat, his face turning bright red. “You know my name?” Xiao asks, his eyes almost as wide as dinner plates.

“We told them your name,” said Gorou, giving Xiao a small smile.

Scaramouche sighs and shakes his head. “Don’t mind him. This is his first time going to your concert, and I think his mind is still trapped at the concert,” Scaramouche comments, a small smirk appearing on his face.

Kazuha shrugs his shoulders. “Hey, you can’t blame him for that. [Y/N]’s concerts are always mesmerizing and memorable,” Kazuha says, patting Xiao’s back.

Xiao hesitates for a moment, his face turning a darker shade of red. How is he going to talk to you when he can’t get the words out of his mouth? Xiao feels like he’s running out of time with you, and he wants to cherish every moment with you before having to deal with reality again. The reality of having to deal with his karmic debt, the reality of having to watch over Liyue, the reality of you being so far from him performing all over the world while he’s stuck in Liyue. Your music and your presence ease his mind and worries. Zhongli looks over at Xiao, a faint smile appearing on his face. He lets out a chuckle and shakes his head.

“He’s a big fan of yours,” Zhongli says, placing his hand on Xiao’s shoulders.

Xiao’s face continues to grow hot; he nods and scratches the back of his neck shyly. You smile and press both of your hands over your heart.

“It makes me really happy to hear that you’re a fan of mine, Xiao! With every love and support I receive from my fans, I really do appreciate it. I appreciate each of you,” You said.

Alice walks up to you and stands beside you, locking gazes with Albedo. She smiles at him and nods to him. “Hello, Albedo! How are you doing, sweetheart? What do you think of [Y/N]’s concert?” Alice asks.

A small smile appears on Albedo’s face. “Hello, Alice. I’m doing well! I really enjoyed [Y/N]’s performance. Seeing them perform in person makes me realize why they earned the title ‘world-class performer,’” Albedo says.

Dainsleif nudges Albedo. “You know [Y/N]’s agent?” He mutters to the light blond-haired male.

Albedo nods his head. “You can say that she is a family member of mine. However, I see Klee, Alice’s daughter, as a little sister of mine. Alice insisted that I call her mother,” Albedo briefly explains.

Pantalone lets out a thoughtful hum. “Then that means you know [Y/N] before their career?” Pantalone asks.

“We’ve met a few times, but we barely spoke to each other because of how busy the chief alchemist is,” you answer. “It’s nice to see you again, Albedo. Thank you for coming to my concert. Your support means a lot to me,” you said.

Albedo gives you a shy smile and looks away, his face almost as red as Xiao’s face. You laugh to yourself before turning to the next person beside Albedo. Itto, who is wearing all of your concert merchandise with the sign in his hands and a bandana with your name on it wrapped around his forehead. When you make eye contact with Itto, Itto looks like he’s about to pass out right on the spot.

“I’m assuming you’re my biggest fan?” You ask.

Itto nods his head, gulping. “I love your music so much. I have posters of you all over my wall, I collect every album you have released, along with magazines you’re on the cover of, and I try to go as many fan meets as I can along with your concert,” Itto rambles.

Childe snorts and leans toward Zhongli. “Simp,” Childe mutters.

Zhongli rolls his eyes. “As if none of us are that as well,” Zhongli mutters to the ginger-haired Harbinger, nudging Childe.

“So, are you implying that Itto is a bigger [Y/N] fan than you?” Dainsleif asks, raising an eyebrow at Childe.

“Of course not! [Y/N] knows that I’m their biggest fan because I show up to every meet and greet they host throughout Teyvat! I also go to every single one of their concerts if I get the chance to go!” Childe huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.

Diluc rolls his eyes. “Keep telling yourself that,” Diluc snorts.

“If you’re confused, Diluc is implying that he’s a bigger fan of [Y/N] than you are,” Kaeya says, pointing his thumb over at Diluc.

Venti laughs and pops up between Kaeya and Diluc. “You may be a big fan of [Y/N], but do any of you make covers of their music? I don’t think so!” Venti huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Covering a song? What does that mean?” Ayato asks Thoma.

“Venti sings [Y/N]’s songs and posts them for people to see. I believe that Venti has a lot of views on each cover he has posted,” Thoma explains.

Venti props his hands on his hips with a proud smile on his face. Itto hands you a pen with shaky hands, asking you to sign the album he has brought with him. Itto would have you sign every album he has owned, but it would be too many, and Itto doesn’t think he can carry it all with him even if he makes Gorou assist him. You grab the pen from Itto’s grasp and begin signing the album. Your handwriting is elegant and legible; seeing you sign the album in front of his own eyes is a memory he will cherish forever. Speaking of cherishing memories, Itto quickly pulls his Kamera out from his bag and takes a quick picture of you signing the album.

“Itto! You just can’t take pictures of [Y/N] while they’re signing your album!” Gorou hisses, smacking Itto’s biceps.

“It’s okay! I don’t mind getting my pictures taken. After all, I am used to it,” you said, smiling at Gorou.

Gorou feels his face turn hot the minute you smile at him. Gorou covers the lower part of his face with his hand and looks away, his tail giving him away. You finish up signing Itto’s album and begin signing Itto’s sign that he brought to the concert. When he receives your signed album and his sign with your autograph on it, Itto squeals loudly and tackles you into a hug while blabbering about how much he loves you and how you make him so happy.

“Hey! Let’s not tackle [Y/N] into a bone-crushing hug now, Itto!” Baizhu says, laughing nervously as he tries to get Itto off of you.

Aether snorts. “Listen, Itto may have the abs, but he doesn’t have the biceps to crush [Y/N] and their bones,” Aether says, poking at Itto’s arms.

“I call dibs standing next to [Y/N] when we take group pictures!” Heizou announces, raising his hand in the air with a triumphant smile.

Kaveh lets out a loud scoff, crossing his arms over his chest. “You can’t call dibs! It’s not fair for the rest of us!” Kaveh protests, glaring at Heizou.

“Yeah, Heizou. If you were to call dibs on standing beside [Y/N] in the pictures, it wouldn’t be fair for the rest of us,” Al Haitham says.

You chuckle and walk over to the center of the meet-and-greet room after Itto has released you from his hug. You watch the men debate on who should stand next to you (spoiler: all of them said themselves). In the end, you end up taking a bunch of group pictures because each man wanted to stand beside you in the picture, which you didn’t mind at all! They’re all hilarious and sweet about it, plus you didn’t really have anything else planned after the meet and greet other than get something to eat.

“I’m going to cherish this picture forever,” Tighnari says, staring at the film in his hands with a faint smile.

You feel your stomach growl; now that you think about it, Zhongli did say something about renting a food stall for you after the concert. Perhaps you can invite them to keep you company while you eat. Maybe they can get something to eat, too, since you’re unsure if they had anything to eat prior to the concert.

Before you can ask the men if they want to join you, you walk over to Alice and the security guard. You need Alice’s thoughts (and permission) first before inviting the men. Alice gives you a thumbs up, making you sigh in relief. You walk over to the men, who are still bickering over who should’ve been the first one to stand next to you in the group picture.

You tap on Cyno’s shoulders, grabbing the white-haired man’s attention.

“Do you guys want to join me at the food stall? I’m about to get something to eat, and I would like all of you to join me. If you’re hungry, you can get something to eat at the food stall, and if not, you can just hang out and chat with each other,” you said.

“I would love to!” Cyno says, smiling at you.

“We would love to keep you company,” Pierro says, nodding.

“I’m starting to feel famished, so why not?” said Scaramouche.

Kazuha holds his arm out for you to take. “Shall we go and get something to eat at the food stall?” Kazuha asks.

You link your arms with his and nod. “We shall.”

“Hey! I want to lock arms with them too!” You hear Childe whine.

You hear Capitano scoff. “Quit your whining, and let’s get something to eat,” Capitano says, looking at Childe.

You all walk to the back entrance of the stadium venue. Outside is a long line of food stalls rented by Zhongli for you to eat after the performance. There was so much food to choose from, and you’re not sure where to start!

“Zhongli, you’re a godsend,” you said, walking to the nearest food stall with excitement.

“It’s funny because he’s actually the Geo arch— Oof!” Childe groans when Zhongli elbows him in the gut with a straight face.

“I believe we should get food now,” Zhongli states nonchalantly, shooting a look over in Childe’s direction.

Childe pouts and nods his head before trailing after Zhongli while the others go to grab food from the stalls to eat. Usually, this isn’t how your meet and greets end, but a little change is nice sometimes. Who knew your career would take off so fast and land you in this situation, surrounded by your fanboys while eating food in each other’s company?

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Missa and Chayanne Day 2

(Another long post of mine to show how good of a father Missa is.)

Missa found chayanne playing dead and he was very scared.

Missa: ”Look at this! such a warrior, you can't die, you are very strong, of course! show them the trick I teach you (water drop) Yeah! Your other dad will be proud to see how much you have grown and the talent you have to play dead.”

They found a corpse of an admin.

Missa: “An asshole died here!”

Chayanne started to bury it.

MIssa: "That's it, that's right son, it's very good what you are doing. Let's respect the people that are no longer with us, because it deserves a dignified burial."

Missa: “Now let's have 16 seconds of silence in his name. Good job son, I want you to know that I am very proud of you, you took that like an adult, you grew up so fast.”

Chayanne and Tilin meet for the first time. (pipipipi)

Quackity: "Who is this handsome?"

Missa: "This is my son Chayanne, he is 2 days old, well he hasn't been born yet. He looks a lot like his parents, he has my eyes, can you see?"

Chayanne and quackity's beef start, chay attacked Q but missclicked tilin.

After this, maximus arrived and they started talking like moms calling each other girlfriend. (i miss maximus)

Chayanne "lost" his bicycle.

*Chayanne gives him a flower* (This flower can be seen 4 months later when missa shows his backpacks to philza <tres)

Missa: ”Ah! Thank you so much, I'm going to take this with me forever and I'm going to keep it just like the moms who put it between the books.”

They went to quackity's house but it was destroyed so chay started building it again.

Missa: “You know what you are right, we will attack being good people. What white glove attack is stronger than helping him? Let him know that we will not be like them, I am very proud of you son"

They see chayannes bicycle inside the house.

Missa: “Oh no, they robbed us, I thought that they didn't, i thought that they didn't really do it, that they were just doing it (acting suspicious) just because.”

Missa: “Do you want your bicycle?” *Chayanne says no* “I am very proud of you son, let's go…. Chayanne is simply the best son that everyone would like to have.”

(Missclick)

Missa" “Nononono, chayanne, it's ok don't worry, don’t worry I am here, i am here, everything will be ok. After doing good, bad things always happen to the good people.”

Missa: “Are you ok?... You are quite a warrior, you are a badass!”

Missa: “Chayanne you should see, well, no, I wouldn't ever want you to go on Twitter. But you should see the nice things they say about you, people say that they can't believe they are jealous of an egg”

(Every time they build small things like this I feel nostalgic when it appeared in other povs, like the dock were they went fishing and they had that talk about fears pipipipipi)

They were looking for a dog but when they found one missa killed it by accident, they found another one but climbing the wall it drowned.

Song time: Mägo de Oz - Hoy toca ser feliz (He sang this one the first day)

"And you'll see that you can fly,

And you can get everything

Because you are going to smile today,

Is your turn to be happy

If the tears blind your sight and your heart,

Put water in a glass, spit the fear out

Never give up, believe in yourself,

Even if it hurts the bruises will heal"

And they sleep.

#qsmp #qsmp missa #missa #qsmp chayanne #chayanne #qsmp death family #death family #i miss them #i miss missa

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Giving in to you

W stiles stilinski

𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮- 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 (𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫)

Series- tw (teen wolf)

Paring- stiles and McCall fem reader

Warnings- kissing, t-shirt removing, swearing, um cliff jumping??

Summary- you can’t tell stiles how you feel. He’s your best friends brother, surely he wouldn’t even look at you twice. But on the anual camping trip you realised that he’s struggling to not give in to you just as much as you are him.

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The anual camping trip. It was that time once again where me, my family and a few family friends all packed up the cars to the brim just to camp out in a cold, boring woods. Needless to add the fact there was no wifi or electricity, even working toilets didn’t accompany us on the trip. I knew it was going to be a weekend of my mum trying and failing to catch fish, stiles and Scott ditching me, made up camp fire stories and uncomfortable sleeping.

Still, i couldn’t get out of it. So here I stood with my hands on my hips biting my lip trying to figure out if my orange, wonky tent was supposed to be wonky or if it would fall down and suffocate me in my sleep. I guess that would be a way out of the trip.

“Y/n- that doesn’t look right” my brother observed as he walked over holding his backpack with one strap on his shoulder. “Yeah.. I was just thinking that” “you didn’t pull the strings tight enough” stiles chuckled joining us, he began pulling the strings out the ground. “Pass me the hammer” he pointed to my hand with a smile. He was so cute.

Shut up y/n, that’s your brothers best friend don’t be selfish he wou- “hellloo? Earth to y/n” stiles called out pulling me from my day dream. “Shit- here” I passed him the hammer and using his strong muscular arms pushed it into the ground making my tent look somewhat normal. “Thanks” I smiled when he stood back up. “Well i don’t want it falling on us when we’re asleep” he laughed giving me the hammer back. When his hand touched mine I felt electric sparks fly off.

“Us?” “Yeah, my tent was wrecked so Scott said i could just crash with you guys” stiles explained looking down at it. “Not a- problem Right?” “N- no no not at all” I practically shouted feeling nervous, stiles looked at me with one eye closed. It felt like it was just us here, even though everyone was clanging around us. “A-are we okay? I dunno it’s just felt like you’ve been a bit off with me recently” stiles asked turning to look at me once more.

Yeah because I realised I liked you more than I’m supposed to, more than I’m allowed to. “Yeah we’re fine of course we’re fine” “good- good, your the last person I wanna fall out with you y/n” stiles told me lowering his voice as if we were talking about some secret drug deal that was about to go on. You’d think Scott would be the last person he wanted to fall out with, right?

I couldn’t tell if he was flirting EVER. He was quite hard to read. It was stuff like this that he said to me that made me fall for him. I wonder what he was thinking. “No we’re- fine, Im just- I don’t really like these trips so I’m a bit off I guess” “why don’t you like them?” He wondered with a little laugh. “Because- I’m in the middle of the wood with no phone and I stick to my mums side like we’re magnets because there’s nothing else to do”

“What? There’s loads to do why don’t you ever come with me and Scott to explore and mess about?” Stiles jerked his head back in shock, my lips pressed together looking at stiles. “I didn’t get an invite” “yes you did, I always tell Scott to ask if you want to join us- always”. I took a second to swallow that information. Fucking Scott. I didn’t want to bate out my brother but that had really pissed me off. “Maybe I wanted an invite from you” I shrugged softly smirking still holding eye contact with the boy.

“Did you now?”. I hummed in response keeping my thoughts a mystery, stiles let out a breathy laugh breaking our eye contact for a second. His cheeks turned slightly pink almost as if he was nervous. “Well you’ve got an invite, trust me i wouldn’t turn down spending any time with you”. I watched his eyes carefully, so when I saw them flick to my lips I knew for a fact he was thinking what I was thinking. We gave each other a look both knowing exactly what we were both imagining right now.

“Stiles! Come help me with the air bed” Scott shouted over from the famous jeep breaking the tension between us. Stiles looked across at Scott and then back to me “you coming?” “No I’ll leave that to you men” my hands shot up in defence and a laugh tumbled out of my pink lips. “The quicker it’s done the quicker we can get away from camp” he wiggled his eye brows at me before his arms stretched out and pressed down on my shoulders.

Stiles turned me around and walked me over to Scott as I giggled and tried to escape his grasp. Us three on our own carried the bed into the tent and managed to blow it up to an adequate level of comfortableness. After that was done we filled the tent with everything it needed, that being the flasks, the cool box, blankets and pillows and our bags with some change of clothes and activities to keep us occupied. It was much more fun doing it with stiles and Scott instead of just my brother this time.

“It looks perfect, shall we set off?” Stiles looked to Scott who had gotten comfy in one of the chairs. He had a flask of tea and a pink flowery blanket sprawled across his lap. But that didn’t matter, he was the alpha he could do as he wished with no questions asked. “Yeah sure, let’s go that way” he pointed behind our tent “mum, we’re going off to have a look about” Scott called out grabbing his mum’s attention, she stopped her conversation with Noah to wave at scott.

“Alright hun, will you bring some sticks back with you for another fire” she pointed to the pan sitting on the chard sticks. “Yeah will do, here y/n you can finish my tea” Scott said clearing making the assumption that I wasn’t coming with them. “She’s coming, just leave your tea there it will still be hot” stiles explained pointing at the ground. Scott’s eyes flicked towards me. “Come on” I told him with a sarcastic smile knowing he didn’t want me there. “Fine” he muttered putting his drink down in the grass and bouncing up, heading into the woods.

Stiles turned his head to give me a soft smile and nodded me along. He waited until I got to his side and then we followed scott into the woods. “I shouldn’t have worn shorts and a crop to these mozzys are killing me” i snarled slapping my leg trying to kill the blood sucker. “Gonna have to disagree, I like your outfit” stiles shrugged lightly looking down at me “this is just stuff I usually wear nothing special” I giggled shaking my head.

“I know, I remember when you wore that top to school because the boys wouldn’t shut the fuck up about it all day long” stiles rolled his eyes. What was going on. “I-m sure they were just- messing around” “i don’t care either way they shouldn’t have been saying it they shouldn’t have even been looking” stiles told me in a much more serious tone making my heart pound against my chest. “Stiles it’s really not that deep” I shook my head making my hair fall into my face. “It is to me” I heard him mutter under his breath.

“Why” “Because i couldn’t stop them- no one, I couldn’t stop their thoughts about you i couldn’t stop them looking at you” he told me stopping in his tracks making me stop too and look directly into his baby brown eyes. Was he jealous? No he couldn’t be it, couldn’t it? “Because your not mine and that felt shit”. I blinked at the boy towering over me as the air pulled it’s self out of my throat and my heart nervously pumped out of my chest.

“Guys! Come check this out!” Scott yelled from up ahead. “We should- go” stiles began walking putting a defensive wall up between us. I watched him walk off for a few moments before I made my own move. I was so confused. We trudged through the sky scraping trees before we got to a clearing and there stood a huge lake with a sort of waterfall coming down from some rocks. “Looks like fishing is on the table” Scott told us as we took in the view. “It’s beautiful” “yeah, beautiful” stiles agreed, but when I looked across at him he wasn’t looking at the view. He was looking at me.

“Let’s go see if there’s any rocks at the bottom of the water, if there isn’t we should be able to jump in” Scott wriggled his eyebrows up and down. He bagan to wade his way in after removing his top. Stiles copied throwing his top onto the the floor and removing his shoes. I had to grit my teeth together so my mouth didn’t hang open or I started drooling. Scott turned around splashing at stiles beginning a water bending fight. “There’s no rocks over here” stiles called out ten seconds before he disappeared under the water.

“And it’s pretty deep too” he yelled when he came up for air. His hands ran through his hair and the moment felt as if it was played In slow mo. “Come on y/n, climb up” stiles shouted as he began pulling himself out the water onto the rock formation. “I don’t really- like hights!” I yelled back across the water. “Don’t be a baby!” Scott cackled as he climbed up behind stiles. I let out an annoyed sigh before taking off my shoes. I went round so I didn’t have to get into the water.

When I reached the top the boys were lying on the grass laughing and panting. “I won! I beat the alpha!” Stiles howled out and he fist pumped the air. “You got out first” Scott laughed shaking his head while standing. He looked down at the water before backing up. “Your just jealous j-e-a…” Stiles chuckled sitting up with his legs dangling down. Scott whizzed past us cutting stiles off, taking a large leap into the air and then plummeting into the water. I gasped covering my mouth but relaxed after I heard a splash and then a very excited scream come from my brother mouth.

“Come On” stiles looked my way laughing a little. “I’m not sure sti” I chewed on my lip looking down. “Do it with me then” he told me pushing up off the floor. “You can close your eyes if you have to” he leant his head to the side playfully “come on I’m not gonna let anything happen to you, you just have to hold on” “fine” I rolled my eyes trying to hide my smile. “Get on” stiles tapped his back, slowly walking over I held onto his shoulders and then jumped onto his back. He caught me tightly holding me against him.

“You okay?” He asked gently turning around to me, my chin was resting on his shoulder so our faces were now inches away from each others. “Y-yeah” I gave him a breathy answer. “Good” he answered looking at the side of the cliff that we were edging towards. “Stiles i don’t….” And with that he leaped far off the cliff. I felt the air rushing past my whole body. I couldn’t breath. And then we hit the cold water. Letting go of stiles I splashed about panicking, but I felt a hand on my wrist pulling me up to the surface.

“You okay?” Stiles laughed attaching a hand to my hip bringing me towards him so I was sturdy until my memory of treading water was triggered. “That was fucking awesome! Let’s go again” I rushed swiping my wet hair out of my face. Stiles left out a laugh throwing his head back, I looked at Scott who was looking at us suspiciously. “You coming?” I quizzed pulling instantly away from stiles and swimming to rock wall. “Yeah” Scott nodded. And that’s what we did for what felt like hours. Messing around in the water.

On the way back we collected some stick for the fire but it was pretty hard as the moon was coming up and our source of light was no more above us. When we got back to camp our food was ready, apparently Noah got tired of waiting for us and went off to get sticks himself, so we now had a surplus of sticks. We told them about the body of water we found and surprise surprise my mum said we can go fishing tomorrow. And as if somebody was reading what I was saying, the camp stories began after dinner.

“Dad you didn’t see a ufo on one of your calls” stiles rolled his eyes laughing. “Were you There stiles? No, so how would you know what I saw?” Noah raised an eyebrow at his son who still didn’t believe him. “We dunno what’s out there” Scott shrugged looking up at the stars. “We’ve seen things that no one else would believe” “yeah but… aliens?” My mother chewed her lip nervously, clearly frightened of that idea. “I think I’m going to go and get comfy, if I don’t come back out Goodnight everyone” I smiled pushing up from the fold up chair.

“Night sweetheart” my mum beamed at me. I unzipped my tent, it was quite big it had two compartments one for sleeping and one for living in. I spent what felt like hours sitting in the corner with a blanket reading my book before I decided to get changed into my pjs for extra comfort. I climbed into some gym shorts and I was just about to put my top on before stiles stepped into the tent. “Shit- shit I’m- sorry” he swallowed nervously turning around quicker than I’d ever seen him move.

“It’s just a bra stiles” I laughed shrugging it off while trying to find the top I wanted. “No I- should have knocked” “we’re in a tent” I told him feeding my head through the hole and my arms after. “Where is everyone?” “Everyone’s in the car listening to some music, most of the adults are drunk” “as per, You can turn around now and stop complaining” i sniggered while zipping up my bag. “Oh that wasn’t me complaining, that was me respecting you- and boundaries” he said when he looked back at me. “Well next time Don’t be so respectful”.

Stiles watched my smirk from the floor as he tried to figure out what I meant by that. “Don’t start something because I will finish it” stiles told me as flick of excitement flashed in his eyes. “I don’t know what you mean by that- I don’t know what you mean half the time” I scoffed looking at him with my y/e/c eyes. “Stop it because I’m trying so hard here…” he sighed looking upwards. “Trying hard to do what” “keep control- but that’s not something I have when I’m around you” he admitted. I was bored of messing around.

I needed to know what he was thinking, what he felt. “Then give in, why are you trying?”. Stiles looked back down at me hungrily, I saw the exact moment he gave up the control. He darted towards me lowering to my level. I knew exactly what was about to happen. Stiles latched his lips onto mine holding my face close as if he didn’t want to let me go. I pulled myself up so my body could be closer to his and an arm went around his neck, my hand pleasantly found his hair. “I’m so fucked” stiles whispered against my lips.

I kissed him harder “Why?” “Because I’ve fully lost control now and I have no intention of trying to get it back” he told me pulling away for a second to look at me. “I don’t want you to get it back, this is what I want stiles” I whispered before pressing our lips together again. The boy pulled the top off that shouldn’t have been put on in the first place and then he lowered me to the ground kissing me again moving his tongue into my mouth.

“Stiles is y/n asleep i w…” scott pulled open the tent door. His eyes locked with mine before stiles’s seeing him over the top of me wearing no top. My face instantly turned red, stiles didn’t exactly get off me either because of my bra being on show.

Scott’s eyes flashed red.

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여기 쉬어도 돼 (You can rest here)

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**Requested**

Hello lovely writer! Could you do a prompt req with minho 2, 7 and 15 from the hurt/comfort prompt list where the reader gets hurt? I have a tendency to try to hide my pain/injuries. So it would really comforting to see minho’s reaction to his s/o doing something similar. Thank you ❤️

genre: hurt/comfort (literal), fluff

pov: 2nd person

description: Finally having a weekend to yourselves, you and your boyfriend Minho decide to go camping. Everything goes well until you get hurt. Can you keep it a secret or will you ruin the trip? (Title is a lyric from You can STAY)

pairing: bf!minho x reader

warnings: swearing, reader gets injured

word count: 1,641

“Alright, I’ll go get some firewood while you work on the tent.” You say as you reach for the small hand axe from the camping gear.

"If you wait a little bit, I can go with you." Minho says as he unloads more of the gear from the rented van.

"I got it, don't worry," You wink at your boyfriend before trying to leave again.

"At least take this," He pulls something from his pocket and tosses it to you. You manage to barely catch it, turning it over to reveal that it's a walkie talk. You give him a big smile before going on your way.

You and your boyfriend were taking some well deserved time off in the woods. He loves camping, and while you don't necessarily favor the activity, you'll take any chance to spend time with him. The past year had been busy for the both of you. You were busy with school and work while Minho was busy with a few comebacks and a world tour. When you two did have free time together, you mainly would do local things or just stay home. Now that he has a longer break before they start working on their next comeback, you two decided to spend the weekend away from all distractions camping. The odds of running into a fan are slim and there is a spot for Minho to fish, which he loves.

Nature isn’t necessarily your thing. Sure, it’s peaceful and calming, but you can do without the bugs and fear that a wild animal is going to attack you at any given moment. But the spot that Minho picked is beautiful. It’s quiet and covered with trees. Green for miles. You two brought a tent but you rented a spot that has a small cabin so if it gets too cold, you can run inside. You’re just glad that you have a place to use the bathroom and to safely store your food. The idea of sleeping under the stars is appealing.

As you walk you keep your eyes low, picking up sticks and small logs that are in your path. You put the small logs in a backpack you had and held onto the sticks. Hopefully you could carry enough back to the campsite so you won’t have to make a second trip later.

“Ah, Hannie,” You stop on your walk when you see a squirrel sitting on a stump, eating something.

You pull out your phone and try to take a picture so you can joke to Minho that you ran into Han. Keeping your distance, you tried to stay where you were to take a picture. The picture is too blurry and you have no choice but to get closer. You gently put down your backpack, hand axe, and sticks. You take small steps until you get close enough to take a decent picture. You quickly take the picture, not realizing that the flash was on. The sudden burst of light startles the docile creature and it charges towards you. You shriek and try to turn and run. Unfortunately for you, you trip over your backpack and briefly fly in the air before landing hard on the ground.

“Fuck me,” you mutter to yourself. The squirrel is no where near you, having retreated rather than attack. You slowly sit up, thankful you didn’t land anywhere near the hand axe. Sitting up, you dust yourself off before trying to stand up. You stand up, putting pressure on your right knee. Once you’re fully stood up, you shift more weight to your left leg causing a sudden pain from your left knee to shoot through your body. You bite your lip as you shift back to putting most of your body weight on your right side.

“Y/N, are you okay?” You hear Minho’s voice come from your bag. You limp to your backpack and grab the walkie talkie before he could worry.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m heading back right now. I wondered a bit far out so it’ll take a while.” You pull your backpack on and pick up the sticks and hand axe and slowly limp towards the campsite.

“Okay, just be careful.” It’s too late for that. You have medicine and a first aid kit back at the cabin. Minho can’t know you’re hurt. If he finds out, he’s going to want to go home to take care of you, ruining your trip. It’s probably just a sprain anyway, you can manage with that. You’re just camping so you can spend most of your time sitting and relaxing. You should be fine by the time you have to go home.

***

You were not fine. The pain was not going away. Medicine was no longer helping either, you’ve woken up a few times in the middle of the night in paint. Minho didn’t seem to notice, he’d be all over you if he did.

Luckily, after two miserable days, you were finally heading home. Unluckily, the car was at least a mile away from the campsite. You took a pain pill while you and Minho were packing everything up, but every step still sent electrifying pain through your body.

Pop!

You step on a large rock to get down to a lower level of the path just as your knee gives out, making you crash down with a loud thud. Minho turns around to see what your dropped and panics when he sees you on the ground.

“Y/N, what happened?” He rushes towards you and tries to help you up.

“Nothing, I just tripped on a rock.” You take his hand let him pull you up.

He pulls you to your feet with a swift yank. You put even weight on both your legs out of habit. You let out a yelp as you go down again, the pain in your knee now unbearable and excruciating.

“There’s noway that’s from tripping over a rock. What happened?” Minho kneels down and swipes a thumb across your cheek, wiping a tear that was now falling from your eyes.

“It’s nothing. I just tripped.” You choked. You should be able to tell him what happened now, but you know he’ll feel bad if he knew you got hurt days ago and kept it a secret for his sake.

“If you don’t tell me what happened, how am I supposed to help?” He snaps, terrified of how badly you could be hurt if you’ve been reduced to tears. You hesitate for a few minutes before sighing. It’s a fight you know you are going to lose.

“I almost got attacked by a squirrel a couple of days ago and tripped over my backpack.”

“Show me where it hurts. Your ankle?”

“No, my left knee. But when I fell this time I heard a pop.” Minho rolls up your pant leg, sweats because that was the easiest thing you could put on today. When get gets to your knee you both gasp when you see that your knee doubled in size. He blinks for a few seconds before he helps you take off your backpack and grabs all the things you were carrying.

“I’ll be back. Don’t go anywhere.” He says standing up with everything the two of you brought on the trip.

“Not like I could go anywhere." You chuckle, lightly joking. He shoots you a look to tell you that nothing about this situation is funny.

You sit there in pain for about 20 minutes before Minho makes his way back to you. He scoops you up in one fluid motion and immediately starts walking towards the car again.

"You're just going to carry me to the car?"

"It's faster,"

"But we're like half a mile away, maybe more." You weren't even sure how he made it to the car and back in 20 minutes in the first place. He must have been running.

"I'm fast," You sigh, giving up on trying to talk to him right now.

***

"This time," Minho says suddenly after the doctor leaves the room.

"What?" You sit up from your position on the examination bed.

"Earlier you said 'when I fell this time,' meaning you fell earlier without telling me." Minho is staring at you, blinking slowly

Minho took you to the emergency room where you two found out that you had completely torn your ACL and that you would have to have surgery in about 2 weeks. The last thing you wanted was to have Minho take care of you while you had and recovered from surgery. You're used to doing things on your own and not having to rely on anyone. It's how you were raised, and it's one of the things you tried to maintain in your relationship with Minho. He doesn't expressly say it, but he always tries to take care of you and only backs down after you tell him to stop.

"I--"

"Why didn't you tell me you fell?"

"Because it was just a sprain before. It was no big deal."

"It's a big enough deal for you to need surgery."

"I only need surgery because of the second fall."

"There wouldn't have been a second fall if you told me about the first one."

"I just didn't want to ruin the trip. You've been working really hard the past few months and I wanted you to enjoy the weekend we had together."

"Well now I'm going to look back on this as the weekend where I had a great time while you secretly hobbled around me for two whole days."

"I didn't hobble around."

"Y/N," He places his hand on your good knee, "you have to stop hiding when you're hurt from me. I'm your boyfriend, I just want to help."

"I know,"

"You have to let me in sometimes."

"Trust me, I learned my lesson." You kiss Minho's cheek and lean back on the bed.

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𝓣𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓟𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓼

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲'𝐬, 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐤𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲? 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐤𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐧.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴀᴏ'ɴᴜɴɢ x ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ! ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

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Tw: Bullying, angst with a bit of fluff, Neytiri doesn’t like reader at all, reader feels like an outcast, name calling (Demon), discrimination? Child birth, experiments done to an infant in stomach, reader has long hair, mass effect references, reader is still 5′3.

Author’s note: Don’t worry I haven’t forgot about the Fish Girl series, I just wanted to do a fic of Aonung x reader but with switched parts. I hope you like it, I won’t be adding a tag list on here since I’m not sure if the taglist should be on one series alone.

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You’re a human born in Pandora, just like Spider but you were different. While he had to wear a mask to be able to breath the toxic are, you were able to breath with no problem. Thanks to the experiments done by your parents who sadly had died, your father went out one night and never returned. Your mother died while giving birth, you had come earlier than you should and she lost a lot of blood.

Sometimes you felt guilty that it was you who killed the woman who had given birth to you. Norm, who was your adopted father had told you many times that it wasn’t your fault, things of that kind just happen, even though it was true, you still felt some kind of guilt.

You and Spider grew up together in the lab, you were both siblings. You also grew up knowing the Sullys, the kids saw you as another sibling like Spider, while Jake saw you as a niece, mean while Neytiri hated your guts like Spider. When you’d be around, she’d give you the cold shoulder, the only time she spoke to you was when greeting one another. You didn’t need to ask how she felt about and Spider, you already knew by the look of disgust she gave the two of you.

Everything changed when the sky people using Avatars came, they had you all under their knives and took Spider. The only choice the Sullys had was to flee, to protect the clan. Neytiri wanted you to stay behind, she felt that it was both you and Spider’s fault that they had to flee, but Jake didn’t want to leave you behind, specially since you were also a target.

The day you had to leave, you only packed a backpack, only taking what you little. A book about the galaxy and constellations, two pairs of khaki pants, a notebook, your cellphone and last a picture of you with Norm, Max, Spider and other scientist that had stayed behind. You’ll miss this place for sure.

When you said your goodbyes to Norm and Max, you cried on the ride with Kiri. You both cried since you were leaving your home behind. You and Kiri had a deep connection, maybe it was because you both had five fingers and have a human mother, you weren’t really sure what it was but you both were like spirit sisters in a way.

Days had gone on, everyone was tired from flying on the banshees, Neytiri believed that they were lost but Jake insisted that you weren’t until finally you spotted a village. Once you got off you all got stared at, a small crowd form around you all, you held onto Kiri’s hand feeling nervous. You saw a certain Metkayina boy staring at you the most, it made you feel exposed. When the Tsahìk had made claims of both the five fingered Sullys not being real Na’vi and had demon blood. She saw you, a demon.

“And yet they had brought a demon with them” she said causing the crowd to gasp, some of the villagers pulling their children behind them while others held tightly onto their spears. Great, now everyone saw you as a demon, first it was Neytiri, now a clan, just fantastic. You would of rather been taken away as well.

Finally after Jake had convinced the Olo'eyktan, you were welcomed. The chief's daughter known as Tsireya had taken you on small tour of the village into your now new home. When you were all settling in, their was a small family meeting. Everyone had mixed feelings about their new home, Tuk began to cry since she missed her home dearly just like everyone else. After a few words of comfort and their small quotes of “Sullys stick together” everyone went to sleep.

The next morning, you had got dressed, you put on a top that was given to you by Kiri, it was a made with straps with colored beads that also go around the neck, some leather tassels that hanged on the sides, It covered your chest a bit, you didn’t mind wearing the tops but the bottoms, that was a no for you, maybe later on you’ll wear them. A pair of pale colored pants and you just let your hair down, you were to lazy to put it up, thank goodness your hair covered your back.

You along with the Sully kids left to start your swimming lessons. When you were in the water with the others, you noticed how the Chief’s son, known as Ao’nung was looking at you. During the swimming lessons, he continued to look at you, as if he was interested in you in a way, you just brushed it off since they had never seen a human or should you say Dreamwalker.

After the lesson, everyone went on to do whatever, you had got your book and to it. You sat under a palm tree, reading about a galaxy called Andromeda. Their was a planet there that apparently the air isn’t toxic and they had alien life there too. They were called Angara, their was also images of what the species looked like. Reading this made you want to travel across the galaxy, see different places, know different kinds of people. You probably could but it would take time to build a ship of some kind, the only thing you could do is dream of it.

You were too focused on your book you didn’t notice a group of Metayina boys approaching towards you. Then you saw a tall figure loom over you. Looking up you saw Ao’nung, Rotxo and two other boys you haven’t seen. “May I help you?” you asked looking into Ao’nung’s blue eyes “are you some kind of... freak? Or should I say demon?” he asked making the other boys laugh. You sigh, like mother, like son, you thought as you closed your book and got up. “He asked you a question” Rotxo chimed in. “No” you said now irritated, you tried leaving but they circled you, Ao’nung in front of you.

“It’d be rude if you didn’t answer” he said with a stupid smirk on his face, he was was about to reach for your hand but you pulled away in time. Then you felt someone take your book, it was the boy who had his hair down who had taken it. “Give it back!” you yelled trying to get it but he lifted the book up high, taking advantage that he was taller than you. Then he threw the book to the boy with the buzz cut, you ran to get it from him but then he tossed it to Rotxo, again running to get it from him, but just like the other kids, he tossed it to Ao’nung who looked at it.

“Please, just give it back” you said about to burst into tears, afraid that they’ll do something to the book that belonged to your mother. “You want it back?” He said as you nodded, he was about to hand it to you, but then he pulled the book back him. Opening it then he began to tear out the pages. You stood their shocked, seeing that he had destroyed your book, after he had ripped enough pages from your book he threw them on the ocean, his friends laughed hard at his action.

Your eyes began to tear up, you looked up at him, seeing his smirk fade away into a look of worry. You walked over to were your now destroyed book was and went to collect the pages and hard cover. Then you heard Neteyam, Lo’ak and Kiri approach. “Y/n? What happened” Kiri asked, then she saw what you were collecting then she looked over at Neteyam and Lo’ak, once they got a look at what you were doing, their faces turned into one of anger. Then a fight broke loose.

Kiri helped you collect the book pages and walked you back to the Marui. The whole time Kiri was consoling you, you were just string at the ground, numb and heart broken. This book meant a lot to you, it was the only memory of your mother that you had, it hurt you. Once you got home, Jake and Neytiri saw the both of you, Jake was the one to speak first “What happened” you didn’t answer or looked up at up at your uncle, you were too heart broken. “Ao’numng destroyed Y/n’s book and purpose, now Neteyam and Lo’ak are fighting him and his friends” Kiri said as Jake sighed. “I’ll be back, Kiri come with me” he said as she nodded. She sat you down on the floor while she left with Jake.

Meanwhile, you were looking down at your wet book pages, not saying a word to Neytiri who was now looking at you. She felt bad for you, she knew what it felt to have something from a loved out who was passed to be broken. She walked close to you sat next to you. “Y/n?” she said as you didn’t want to look away from your book. It hurt her heart seeing you this sad, normally you were messing around with her children or playing with Tuk, but this time, you were just quiet. Neytiri sighed, then she softly pulled you into a hug in which you didn’t pull away from. This is the first time she has ever been this nice to you, while she held you, you let out a sob, you began to cry, you didn’t cry before because of the shock but now you were letting it out.

Later that night, everyone was sitting together eating dinner in silence. You weren’t really eating much, you felt like you were going to throw up. Tuk heard of what happened, she hated seeing you upset, she leaned over to you, she held your free hand as form of comfort. That night you had cried yourself to sleep.

The next morning, you didn’t bother changing your top, you only changed into a dark brown pair of pants and headed out. You didn’t go to your lessons like the rest, you went to the beach instead. You sat down watching the waves move around, along with fishermen coming back to deliver the fish, and others just swimming, you stayed their for the remaining of the day until the afternoon.

Then you heard footsteps coming your way, you didn’t turn to look who it was, you were too focused on the cream colored sand, drawing stars and whatever. “Hey” your stomach dropped when you heard that familiar voice, the boy who had ruined you book was here. “What do you want?” you said looking down at the sand. “I came to apologies” he said, making you stand up, your face had switched into one of anger. “Apologies, you can’t repair my book with an apology, that book was the only thing of my mother’s that I had” you said now crying out of anger. This shocked Ao’nung “I didn’t know, I’m sorry” he said making you turn away from him.

You began to cry again, the na’vi in front of you felt bad, he should of never done that, he deeply regret it. His father has always thought him to treat girls and women with respect, he fucked up big time. “I really am deeply sorry, I was a complete idiot for what I did” he said as you turned to look at him. You saw that he was genuinely sorry for what he did. “Please, give me another chance? If not, I'll leave you be” he said looking down in shame.

You were looking at him, his apology seemed genuine, it hurt you knowing that your book will never be fixed, its in the past now and you can’t go back into past, well not unless you build a time machine but that was in fiction. “I forgive you and I’ll give you a second chance.” You said this made him look up at you, giving you small smile “thank you, for giving me a second chance y/n” he said. You nodded as you wiped your tears away. “I guess I’ll see you around.” He only nodded as you began to walk away back to the marui, hopefully this time he won’t be as cruel.

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How a Tiny Travels (Ideas)

Climbing:

Ofc every tiny needs a good way to climb, and my primary thought goes to grappling hooks fo sho. Probably made out of actual fishing hooks and attached with corded string XD

Maybe customized shoes with sticky/grippy bottoms like those people who use suction cups to climb skyscrapers XDDD

awhh would a tiny have a little case of gripping chalk so they could hold onto handholds better when climbing?

Somehow an equivalent of a parachute in their backpack in case of a big fall XD. Like basically just a handkerchief that billows out and is attached to the sack with a few strings

Via giant. Period.

But to elaborate, one option is on the shoulder ;3. Tiny can lean against giant's neck or hold onto their ear/earing for stability

The hand. Obvi. Shenanigans have a high chance of ensuing.

Chest pocket. Mmmghhh. AKA the nap spot.

Lawful Chaotic of hoodie pockets, Chaotic Neutral of backpack side-pockets, and Chaotic Evil of pants pockets XDDD

On top of giant's head. Very comfy, much floof. Giant probably will not appreciate the amount of hair pulling that will most definitely be happening up there

Fast Travel:

Roomba. (juuuust make sure tiny can't get sucked in underneath *thumbs up*)

Toy cars except the remote is set up on the car's dash so tiny can control it themselves ;3

Stairway bannisters - AKA the forbidden slide for going from an upper floor to a lower! (And a guaranteed way to give a giant a heart attack! <3)

Pets. Kitties or doggos. Risky beezneez this can be, but the rewards are pretty stellar if tiny makes a good fren outta them~

In the air:

BIRBS - highkey could be scary cuz some birds definitely look like they'd monch on a tiny, but the image of a tiny riding on an owl's back is just - so cute to me

Balloons. Unghhghhhgh. Supervised by their giant ofc. It'd be like a whole hot air balloon except it's just a helium one cuz tinies weigh literally nothing. And a whole paper basket to tie at the bottom for them to ride innnnn yesssss

A drone??? Somehow??? hA like a mini plane/helicopter for tiny

One of those gliding suits like a flying squirrel XD

Mannnn this. Why can't I be in a world with tinies, huh????

... I WANNA BE ONE OF THEM OKAY TRANSMIGRATE ME ALREADY

ehehe ignore that. Uh. Ye so here've been a buncha travel methods that I've thought of for a tiny! ;D

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pearbunny · 11 months

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the bucket list ✘ [one]

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summary: Fly to Korea. Check. Buy a bouquet of flowers for a stranger. Check. Have said stranger come along with you to accomplish your bucket list? Well that wasn’t on the list, but falling in love was.

pairing: han jisung x afab!reader

genre: 18+ [MDNI] strangers to lovers, non idol au, crack, mostly fluff, later chapters to include: angst, comfort, smut.

general warnings: tourist!mc, adult themes including but not limited to: suggestive content, nudity, cursing, mentions of death in later chapters, eventual smut.

word count: ~3.6k

chapter content: mentions of food, excessive lip biting as a nervous habit, cafe employee!seungmin, stranger danger tbh don’t be like o/c, Lee Know mentioned, but not present.

author’s note: I've never written for stray kids and most of what i write is typically on the sadder side so fluff isn't my strongest point but i've had this in my head for awhile. feedback, reblogs, likes, v much appreciated. :) updates will be sporadic, but i'm aiming for once every two weeks.

You shield your eyes from the beating sun above, pupils unadjusted from being on a plane for the past 12 plus hours with the window shut. You let go of the suitcase you had been dragging along behind you to fish your phone out of your back pocket. Humming to yourself, you check the map, trying to find your way to Seoul. “Ah!” You say into the air, which grants you a couple of curious and annoyed stares. You duck your head in an attempt to be unseen, embarrassed by the attention. You make your way to the train station and purchase a ticket. It doesn’t take long for the train to arrive, and soon you’re sitting with your backpack in your lap and your suitcase between your legs.

According to the tourist guide you had pulled up on your phone, the train ride would take around 40 minutes. In the meantime, you rummage through your backpack to look for an old loosely bound book. You find it after digging past your makeup bag and some snacks you had saved from the flight. With a hum, you search through the pages, and after some flipping, you land on the correct one. Your index finger traces down a list, and randomly you stop it. “Buy a bouquet for a stranger.”

You chew on your lip, a habit you picked up whenever you found yourself feeling uneasy. You may not bethe most outgoing person, but you aren't completely against socializing.

It’s just … going up to a stranger in a town– let alone country– you’ve never been in was 1000% terrifying.

Before you know it, the intercom announces your stop and you're scrambling to gather your belongings. You make your way out of the station and suddenly, you hold your breath in awe at the scene in front of you. There were so many people, walking in every direction. You hear little tidbits of their conversations: where they were planning to go for lunch, the new restaurant that opened up in Itaewon, what someone’s boyfriend had given them for their 100 days. The sounds of a city fill your ears.

If you're being honest, it was a little overwhelming. For a moment, you have doubts of why you had gotten on that plane. You shut your eyes and count down from 7. There, your breathing is even, your head’s a little clearer, and you realize that you had a goal to accomplish. You couldn't back out now, you refuse to be stuck in your old ways.

‘Flowers first,’ you think to yourself.

After a couple of blocks of lugging your suitcase behind you, you find a quaint little flower stand. A young woman and what seem to be her grandfather were the owners of the stall. You stand there, staring at all the options. The young woman approaches you, her hands placed inside the pockets of her green apron, “Hi, do you need help picking something out?”

“Hi, yes!” you quickly blurt out. “I just wanted a bouquet that would make someone’s day.” You give the woman a meek smile. You recognize the characters on her apron to read Minji.

“Is this for anyone special? Your mom, maybe?” She starts to pull at a couple of arrangements, one bouquet made of mostly carnations.

You shake your head, “No…” You hesitate as you wondered to yourself, ‘Do I tell her it’s for someone I don’t even know?’ You chuckle at the thought absentmindedly.

Minji takes that to mean something else, “A boy perhaps then?” There's something a little suggestive in her tone, complemented by the raise of her brow in your direction.

“Oh, no no!” You shake your head for emphasis, furiously denying it. “Absolutely nothing like that.” You find yourself laughing at the predicament. “I’m actually going to give the flowers to a stranger.”

“Oh–” Minji looks pleasantly surprised, “That’s very kind of you. I have just the thing then.”

You stay in place while Minji goes to the other side of the flower stall to wrap up the bouquet she hand picked. Soon, she comes back and you make an expression of gratitude. “Minji, you really didn’t have to do that! I could have just gotten one of the premade ones.” You pout, looking through the flowers as you take the bouquet from her. It was very simple, three medium sunflowers, some Queen Anne’s lace, and a few branches of baby blue eucalyptus.

“No, don’t worry about it. What was your name again?”

“Y/N”, You give her the appropriate amount of money.

“Well, Y/N, I hope you brighten someone’s day!” Minji smiles at you and bids you farewell as you turn and leave.

“Now who do I give this to?” You hold the bouquet in one hand while you pull your luggage, the sound of its wheels on the concrete trailing behind you.

You stop at an intersection, scanning the crowd for someone that seems approachable. Will it be the middle aged woman holding the hand of a small boy while they cross the street? Maybe it would be the man in a suit that was on the phone, oh he was looking in your direction. He glared at you.

Okay, so not that guy.

You were about to give up until you spot a young man, about your age give or take a few, walking in your direction. He was still crossing the street, but he had a certain pep to his step, like he was listening to a really good song in his headphones– which given the fact that he did have headphones on, he probably was. He seems approachable, even down to his outfit: white tee loosely tucked into black jeans a black belt to match his shoes, and gold metal thinly rimmed glasses.

“Um, excuse me!” You step towards him, holding the bouquet of flowers to your chest at first.

“Yes?” The man stops in front of you and stretches one side of his headphones away from his ear to hear you better.

“These are for you.” You extend the sunflowers towards him.

He looks around, a bit confused, then takes his headphones off fully, letting them hang around his neck. He takes a step towards the side, which you follow, so you’re out of the way of the traffic of people. “F-For me?!” He seems surprised. You can't blame him, you’re a total stranger. He gestures to himself, placing his palm on his chest. “I think you have the wrong guy!”

You shake your head, the corners of your lips turn up in a slight smile, mostly out of embarrassment. “No, definitely for you”.

The stranger takes the bouquet in his hand, examining it. “Who put you up to this? Was it Lee Know Hyung?” He looked back at you, raising a brow.

“I don’t even know who that is, I promise they’re for you!”

You notice his shoulders relaxing and he pinches at one of the blue eucalyptus leaves, feeling its texture. “But… why?”

You also relax and release the breath inside your lungs you didn’t know you were holding. He seems to at least be open to accepting the gift now. “It’s just something I wanted to cross off my bucket list: give a bouquet of flowers to a stranger.” You smile up at him and you hope that the man in front of you can sense how sincere you are and didn’t think you were an absolute lunatic.

“Well, thanks.” He slowly starts to smile and suddenly his eyes notice your bag and your suitcase. “Oh, are you visiting?”

You nod your head yes, “I am! I’m actually here because visiting Korea is also on my bucket list!”

His eyes grow wide, surprised by your seemingly adventurous personality. “You must have come a long way then, your accent is definitely not from around here.” He motions over to a bench a short walk away and the both of you make your way there.

“I will take that as a compliment.” Momentarily, you check your phone for the time. He must have noticed you doing so, because he motions to get up.

“Oh no, did I keep you?”

“Not at all, I’m just realizing what time it is back home.”

“Oh, you must be jet lagged, do you need help getting to your hotel?”

“I don’t have to check in until later,” you lie. You don't even have a hotel yet.

Oops.

"Well, in that case...." He seems nervous as he stands up, very subtly back and forth on the tips of his toes to the back of his heels. If that isn't enough, he rubs the back of his neck before he clears his throat and looks down at your sitting form. You look up at him as if you hadn’t been watching him the entire time. “Is grabbing coffee with a stranger on your bucket list too, then?”

You can't help but smile, a smile that pulled at your lips wide enough that it made the corner of your eyes crinkle. “It’s not, but I’m sure I could add it in.”

“Great, then I’ll make sure it’s an extra good café with instagrammable latte art!” He extends out his hand to help you up.

Once you stand up, you reach for your suitcase, but he beats you to it. Instead, he places the bouquet of flowers into your hands. “You carry that, and I’ll take these.” He slings your backpack over his shoulder.

“No, please let me. It’s really no problem for me!” You hold the bouquet of flowers to him, as if it's a trade off.

“It might be no problem for you, but what about me? You’re gonna slow us down carrying these things and the café spot gets busy in the afternoon!” He starts to walk away, looking back at you with a smirk after a couple of large strides.

Well, at least the stranger you picked had a sense of humor and wasn’t some asshole who would have rejected the flowers. Snapping out of your thoughts, you realize he really isn't going to wait for you and hurry after him.

The stranger— you still don't know his name, by the way; you've had no opportunity to ask—wasn’t kidding when he said that the café got busy. You were both lucky to grab a table on the outside of the establishment all thanks to your hovering and his remarkably subtle ability to place your suitcase in the way of other hopeful individuals looking for a seat.

Your eyes wander around the place, looking for a waiter or waitress to come and take your order. You desperately don't want to be the one to start conversation. You feel a little awkward sitting down with a guy you just met.

“I’m Han Jisung, by the way.” His voice cuts through the clinking of mugs, the soft hum of the people waiting for a table, and the occasional sound of the cars driving past.

You bring your eyes back to him, a little caught off guard. He smiles in a way that shows the gums and it's kind of cute, while his eyes crinkle into half crescents. You can't help but smile right back at him. “I’m Y/N.”

Jisung leans forward, into the table with his arms crossed. “So, what brings you to Korea, Y/N?”

You reach for the old beaten notebook in your bag and place it on the table. “I have this bucket list,” you open the pages and start flipping through it. There were a bunch of pages with cursive scrawls in paragraphs, some doodles, and eventually you stop on the page with the bucket list on it. “Just a bunch of things I wanna do before I die…” You give him a lopsided smile.

Jisung’s eyes look through the list, then he point at one half way down the page. “Well, you can now cross going to Korea off. “ His index finger drags across the page at another item, “And the bouquet one.”

“You’re right, thanks.” You take a pen from the front pouch of your backpack and cross those off.

“How long is your visit?”

You peer up at him, chewing on your bottom lip. He has an innocently curious expression on his face and you can't help but thank whoever's in charge of fate. Jisung is nice and welcoming, which is just what you need in a country you had never been to before. “About two weeks.”

“Do you plan on doing more of those here?”

You nod with a smile. “I do! As many as I can anyway.” Talking to him isn't as awkward as you think it would be. He's definitely to thank for carrying the conversation so naturally.

“Hi can I take yo—“ a young man, probably around Jisung’s age comes to your table with a small notepad in hand. He has medium brown hair pushed back, a wide smile, and kind eyes. He's wearing a pair of khaki slacks and a nicely pressed dress shirt underneath his navy blue apron. “Oh, Hannie! Hey!”

Jisung stands and pulls the newcomer into a short hug. “Seungmin!” Jisung motions to you at the table. “This is Y/N. A new friend of mine.”

You smile at Seungmin and stand, bowing your head slightly. “Hi, nice to meet you.”

Seungmin motions for you both to sit back down after introductions. “Ah, order whatever you guys want, it’s on the house! I hope you guys didn’t wait too long for a table.”

Jisung shook his head, sitting back down only after you did. “It didn’t take too long, but this place is crowded! You guys must be doing really well lately.”

Seungmin nodded with a sort of crooked grin, “Yeah, well ever since those KPOP idols were seen here, this place has been swamped.” He raised his brows up and down mischievously, looking at the both of you together. “We’re looking for help!”

Jisung scoffed and playfully rolled his eyes. “No thanks. Y/N is just visiting.” He leaned closer to you, as if the next part was only meant to be heard by you, though he was definitely talking loud enough for Seungmin to hear. “Besides, the last time I helped out he yelled at me for eating a pastry.”

Seungmin playfully hit Jisung’s arm with his notepad. “It wasn’t a pastry, it was your seventh one of the day.” He cleared his throat. “Anyway, what will you be ordering?”

You looked around, unsure of what was good there. You wanted to get an idea from what others had ordered around you. Everyone seemed to have an iced drink… and they were all really dark coffees “A vanilla iced latte?” Your sweet tooth would never let you have coffee without some kind of creamer in it.

Seungmin nodded and scribbled it down. Then, without looking at Jisung, he said, “Americano, iced. And a slice of cheesecake.”

Jisung feigned a look of offense. “Am I that predictable?”

Seungmin laughed. “Honestly, no. But your orders are.” Seungmin placed his notepad in his apron pocket and went back into the cafe to fetch your orders.

“Ah, that was Seungmin. He and I go way back. Now he helps run this place!”

“That must be difficult, but this place looks great.”

“Yea, he’s always been a caffeine addict. One day, he decided that if he was going to be making coffee everyday, he might as well make money off of it.” Jisung chuckled to himself, then glanced your way from across the table. “Are you staying close by? I could walk you to your hotel after If you’d like”

You laughed nervously, avoiding eye contact, “Well.. actually…” your voice trailed off, catching a glimpse at his expression before spitting it out, “I don’t have one… yet.”

“You don’t have one?!” He had raised his voice slightly, startling a couple of people at nearby tables.

“Yet! I said yet!” You nervously played with the pen in your hands.

“You came to Korea without a place to stay!?”

“I literally bought my tickets two hours before the flight took off!”

Seungmin came back with your orders, just in time to catch the last bit of your conversation. His eyes widened in shock.

“TWO HOURS?” Both Jisung and Seungmin echoed you simultaneously.

You grabbed your iced vanilla latte and started chewing on the straw. “I mean… it probably sounds a lot worse than it is...”

Seungmin bent down at his knees to rest his arms on the table, head tilted. In that position, he really reminded you of a puppy. “Are you rich?”

“Umm, definitely not." You placed your free drink on the table and chuckled at the thought.

Jisung raised a brow in your direction, “So you’re broke.”

You grabbed your phone and checked your bank app. There was a silence that passed, the boys watching you carefully. You exhaled slowly and put your phone on the table, screen down. “Not like broke broke.”

Seungmin stood back up and forcefully put his hands on Jisung’s shoulders from behind him, giving them a squeeze for emphasis, “Well it’s a good thing that Hannie has a spare room, yea?”

The two of you exchanged looks until he finally said something, “I mean… Yeah… I guess I do.”

Jisung shot Seungmin a glare as he went back into the cafe then looked back you. You were still staring at him blankly, not saying a word. You were going through the logistics of it all in your head. It would be a free place to stay, but he was a complete stranger. This whole thing was a spontaneous trip, it was supposed to be a way for to come out of your comfortable way of living. You had been complacent, and quite honestly, staying in one place wasn’t going to help your mental health. But neither was staying with a stranger.

“It’s not like I’m an ax murderer or anything.”

Your silence was met with Jisung shrugging and grabbing his pastry off the plate in front of him. He broke it up into smaller pieces before stuffing it into his cheeks. He looked a little silly, reminding you of a squirrel with puffed up cheeks. “Or you can find a hotel room with all the money you still have saved up.”

You were quickly reminded of the lack of money in your bank account. “Okay yea,” you mumbled under your breath, “lead the way.”

Jisung gave you a short tour of his place. It was on the seventh floor, two bedrooms, one bathroom. A small kitchen with an equally as small island, enough for two people to eat at. He had a black couch facing a TV that was hooked up to a play station, probably the newest one.

You came out of the bathroom after showering in an over sized gray shirt and navy blue shorts underneath. You were towel drying your hair when you noticed he was at the sink. You sat at the island, his back to you. “Thanks for letting me stay with you.”

He seemed busy with something, but he looked over his shoulder at you. “Yea, no problem. Don’t worry about it.”

Seeing as he was a bit busy, you went into the spare room you were staying in and grabbed your notebook. You decided to bring it back to the island; if you were going to stay with Jisung for at least a couple of days, you were going to get to know him. He definitely seemed and had proven himself nice enough.

“Is that the list again?” Jisung asked you when you sat back down, still focused on whatever it was he was doing.

“Yeah, it is.”

“Cool!” He threw something away in the trash under the sink. Whatever it was he was working on, he placed it in the counter next to the sink.

“What kind of stuff do you think you could cross off?” He turned around and leaned on the island across from you. His head tilted, curious as he looked at you with warm round brown eyes.

You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling. “Let’s see.” You opened up to the page, looking over the list and reading off a few at random.

“Paint a portrait. Sing at a karaoke bar. Fall asleep under the stars. Watch the sun rise—“

“Those are easy! You traveled all the way to korea for that? Where are the fun spontaneous ones?”

You sighed and ran your hands down your face. “I have those too, but they’re embarrassing!”

“Try me.”

You held your head in your hands, looking down at the book to avoid looking at him. “Crash a wedding.”

“Ooo that sounds fun. What else you got?”

“I booked a flight to Korea in two hours isn't that spontaneous enough?!”

He shook his head, still smiling.

You looked back down. “Goskinnydipping...” You mumbled very quietly and quickly, then cleared your throat trying to glaze over that bit, hoping he didn’t hear. When he didn't react, you continued. “Get a tattoo.” Slowly, you looked at him through your damp hair that fell over your eyes.

“Okay. Let’s do it.” He smiled at you, mischievous one.

“Get a tattoo?” You panicked and you could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks. Had he heard you?

“Let’s accomplish as many things on your list as we can while you’re here.”

You looked at him with a brow raised. You didn’t even know what to say. “Like… together?”��

Jisung nodded simply. “Yes. Together. Why not?”

“More like why? Why would you do that with someone you just met?”

He mimicked your raised brow, but the smirk remained. “You bought me flowers, remember? We’re basically dating now.”

Huh? He was joking, right?

“Just kidding. But come on, think about it! It’ll be fun! Plus… do you know how to get around Seoul?”

Again, he had a point.

You bit your lower lip and scanned the room trying to avoid eye contact. It was then you noticed that the thing he was working on was the bouquet of flowers that you bought, stems cut and placed in a tall glass.

You smiled and finally nodded, “Okay.”

“Okay?” He looked at you with wide eyes, smirk growing into a smile, excited that you had agreed.

“Yea. Let’s do this.”

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