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wayv (xiaojun) smau - completed
textbook (love) notes
wayv (kun) short fic - completed
late night kun
wayv (xiaojun) smau - completed (kinda)
dj! on air
wayv (hendery) long fic - in progress
1-800-GODDESS
i’d like to say that my fics aren’t meant to be representative of the real people! they are simply ideas from my silly little brain and are not meant to accurately depict the real people mentioned in the stories. also we don’t know what these idols are like in real life!
i am going to TRY to post a new chapter at least once every two weeks. i have to literally move across the country and i start my new job in about two weeks!
i think ill do fridays! going to add that to masterpost
Hendery’s phone buzzes in his back pocket as he turns his keys in the lock. He shoulders off his backpack and tosses it to the floor before throwing himself on the worn couch. His linguistics readings are the last of his worries, checking his phone is first. He pops an edible into his mouth from its package on the coffee table. Hendery smiles to himself, already knowing what the notification is. He changed the notification tone for Hinge soon after downloading the app. Ten called him weird, but Hendery likes the dopamine rush that hits every time he hears that sound. Ten called him weird again – but who cares, it makes Hendery happy.
Bella: i like talking 2 u
Bella: i wanna hear ur voice, call me 555-555-5555
Hendery swears that if he weren’t already sitting down, he’d fall to his knees. Xiaojun and Yangyang would probably call him a simp for that. But again, who cares? One of the most beautiful girls he’s ever seen wants to hear Hendery’s voice. He copies and pastes the number into the phone app, takes a deep breath, and hits call. He counts two rings before the person on the other end picks up.
“Hello, you’ve reached the Goddess Hotline. How may I serve you today?” A peppy, sickeningly sweet voice asks.
For a heartbeat, Hendery is too stunned to do anything. Too confused and taken aback. That is, until, he figures it’s some sort of joke.
“Y’know, you’re quite cocky to refer to yourself as a Goddess, Bella. Luckily, I agree that you’re one. A Goddess, that is,” Hendery is choosing to ignore the blaring sirens in his brain that call him cringe.
There’s a pause on the other line, and Hendery hears some shuffling sounds. “Sir. I really am a Goddess, and my name is not Bella,” this voice is definitely coming from the same person, but the tone is drastically different. Earlier, the voice sounded like it came from one of those talking dolls. Now, it sounds indifferent, not as rehearsed.
Hendery stands up from the couch and clears his throat. “This isn’t Bella? I guess she sent me the wrong number…” His voice grows quiet and trails off at the end.
“Sir, I am not sure what you mean. This is a secure phone number that is never called by mistake. The All Mighty One forbids it. Now, how can I serve you today?” the sweet, doll-like voice returns in the last sentence.
“What- no- I don-” then realization hits Hendery like a ton of bricks. “Oh,” the vowel lazily extended. “I put that I like pranks on my profile. I can’t lie, you really got me Bella.” A breathy laugh escapes from his mouth as he mentally admonishes himself for being so clueless.
The voice – the unrehearsed one – returns again. “Hold on sir, I’ll be there in just a moment. If you could place your phone face up on the ground, that would be greatly appreciated.” Hendery hears the other line hang up and looks down at his phone in utter confusion.
Suddenly, his phone emits a bright white light, almost as if he were staring straight into the headlights of those obnoxious trucks on the highway. Hendery’s phone plummets to the ground from his hand as he drops to his knees and shields his eyes. Wind blows through his hair – did he leave his window open? – and the sound of violent waves crashing on the beach reach his ears. And in an instant, it’s all gone. Everything stops. Hendery cautiously moves his arms away from his head at the exact moment he hears a voice. The voice. The one on the phone.
You rub your forehead with your free hand, a small wand in the other. “Fuck! I thought I told you to leave your phone face up?” Your voice is startingly loud in the small apartment, and you clear your throat in some sort of half-assed apology.
Crouching in front of you is presumably Hendery, the guy who called the Goddess Hotline. You can’t help but find him adorable, all stunned and cowering in your glory. Hendery looks back and forth between you and a package on the table.
“… what the fuck was in that gummy?” Hendery murmurs to himself.
“Oh, cute and dumb. Well, let's get this over with.” Crossing your arms, you look around the room. It’s not often that you come to earth. Hell, you can’t even remember the last time you left your tiny cubicle in the Heavenly Office. Unsurprisingly, there’s not much going on in this shoebox of a studio apartment. Leaving the man on the ground, you step around him in hopes of finding something interesting. The blinds are drawn, but you notice thin lines of light peeking through. You know enough about human life to understand what a window is, but standing in front of the thing, you have absolutely no idea how it operates. After studying it for a moment, you shrug and turn around. “How do I see outside? It’s been so long since I’ve been on earth.” After getting no response for a moment, you kneel down and wave a hand in front of the man, trying to break him out of his stupor.
Finally, he blinks rapidly and jolts up. “I heard that!” Hendery’s index finger is pointed directly at you on the ground.
You don’t move, hoping he’ll realize his mistake and offer you a hand up. “Pardon me?”
“I heard what you said! You called me dumb!” He, apparently, does not realize his mistake. Instead, you raise yourself up and roll your eyes.
“Yeah, you were supposed to hear that,” crossing your arms, you smirk. “Since you called the hotline, you must be needing some sort of emergency help. As I said earlier, the All Mighty One – or I suppose you know Them better as the universe – forbids this number from ever being called. Unless, of course, it’s part of Their plan.” You start to nonchalantly play with your finger nails, an old habit you’ve tried to drop many times. “Now, I can grant you one wish, but only one. So choose wisely.”
“Riiiiight, So if I wished for Bella right now, you could actually, like, make her appear? Like magic?”
It’s clear to you that Hendery still thinks this is some sort of bizarre weed-induced hallucination. “Excuse me?”
Hendery continues, “Well, I called Bella’s phone number, but you showed up instead. She obviously gave me the wrong number. So if I actually get a wish, I could wish for her to be here.” His jaw went slack as he rolls his eyes, head nodding as he raises his hands to his sides as if to say ‘duh?’.
It dawns on you what is happening. “Oh, I see. You were.. whats the word again? Cat-punked? Like, false profile and fake girl?” You struggle to find the slang that you’ve seen while studying human culture.
Luckily, Hendery knows exactly what word you are searching for. "No, I wasn’t catfished like you are suggesting.” He decides to copy your stance – crossed arms, smirk, and all.
You mentally chide yourself for forgetting the word. “Yes, right, well. You were obviously catfished. Perhaps someone,” you hold up two fingers from each hand, “’gave you the wrong number,’” fingers bouncing to signal air quotes. “But even then, it was the universe that made the person send you the exact number you called. Like, the Goddess Hotline is literally unreachable unless the All Mighty One wills it to happen.”
He once again stands there, staring at the package on the table. “This must be a new strain or something…” he trails off and rubs his chin thoughtfully.
At this point, you're annoyed. While you appreciate the chance to escape the corporate hell that is your Heavenly Office, this man is getting on your nerves. You sigh, “look, are you going to make a wish or not?”
Hendery’s head perks up at this. “You said I can wish for anything?”
“Yeah, pretty much.” You can practically hear the cogs spinning in his head. They must be rusty and covered in cobwebs. Or perhaps you're out of touch, as it takes a bit of effort to hear his thoughts.
Hendery rubs his chin again, it would be so fucking lit to have a smoking hot bitch to fuck right now – I wonder what Bella is up to…
“Hendery, she’s not real. You were catfished. Now make a wish,” you huff out.
Hendery’s eyes go wide and he stares down at his hands, turning them over in front of his face. They aren’t red or green or any different than they were a few minutes ago. In fact, Hendery barely felt high at all – I didn’t think I could get so high that I think I’m thinking but I’m actually speaking. I thought that only happened in movies.
You turn to your nails again. “No. I can read minds. So try to not objectify women?”
“Oh, sorry,” he says sarcastically. “I’m a 21-year-old virgin. It’s literally all I can think about.”
You're grossed out, but also weirdly intrigued. He didn’t seem to be put off by the whole mind-reading thing. In times past, you had explained it so many times that you created an unofficial script. “Literally?”
“Well. No. But yeah.” It takes one peek into Hendery’s mind to confirm that its true. Having sex is pretty much all he can think about.
“If you’re going to make a wish about a woman, please don’t be perverted or weird. While I technically can’t stop you from wishing for anything, don’t waste your wish and just ask them on a date or something.” You're starting to feel exasperated. Especially when you can tell his thoughts start to turn towards you. And, unfortunately, you can’t decide whether or not you like the attention.
Hendery’s whole body perks up as he smiles, “okay! I know. I wish that I-”
You interrupt him before he continues, “woah woah woah there big guy. You have to sign this mandatory contract first.” You tap your wand, making a pen and thick paper appear midair. They float in front of the man as if they were held aloft by invisible strings. He can’t stop himself from glancing at the ceiling to check, just in case.
Hendery’s eyes glaze over, and you tap into his thoughts. Blah blah blah the Goddess is not held accountable if the outcome is not what you want blah blah you can’t wish death upon anyone something something under no circumstances… It’s at this point that he notices your writing at the bottom of the page. Hendery reads your name from the contract and repeats it aloud, testing the way that the syllables feel in his mouth. “That’s your name?”
You’d be lying to yourself if you said it didn’t affect you. It had been decades since someone said your name aloud. And to hear it from a handsome, albeit weird, guy? Something in your abdomen tickles. But you keep your face relaxed and try to keep your voice flat. “Yeah, and?”
“Nothing, I guess.” Hendery signs his name.
“Okay, wish away.”
Hendery smiles big, “I wish for you to stay with me for as long as it takes for you to have sex with me and fall in love with me.”
Your neutral smile falters. “See, that’s actually two wishes.” You start pulling at straws. “Are you hungry? I think edibles make people hungry, right?”
The dopey smile doesn’t leave his face. “Not hungry.”
“What about a nice glass of water, isn’t your mouth dry?”
You didn’t think it was possible, but his smile grows larger as his teeth make an appearance. “I wish for you to stay by my side for as long as it takes for you to genuinely fall in love with me. Because if you’re in love with me, then we can have infinite sex!”
Your face drops. “Fuuuuu-”
And as magically as they appeared, the pen and paper vanish from the air. Hendery’s phone emits the same bright light as strong winds whip around the room, forcing you to fall forward. And, of course, you fall straight into the man who wished for you to stay and fall in love with him.
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a/n: hello hello to my readers! this fic has been in my mind since late 2024. needless to say, im so excited to finally have it out into the world! im not sure how many chapters there will be, but i hope you enjoy every single one! taglist is open :)
divider by @saradika-graphics shoutout to my dear beta readers!!!!
｡･ﾟﾟ･ cross posted on my ao3
｡･ﾟﾟ･ goddess!fem!reader x college student!hendery
summary: hendery is a loser virgin nerd. he’s hot! just, well, weird. his friends catfish him and share a fake phone number. unbeknownst to them, hendery calls the goddess hotline. after being granted one wish, he decides he wants to get laid (ethically, of course). and it turns out, earth grows on you.
featuring: afab reader, ot6 wayv
tags: (heavily) inspired by the oh my goddess! manga, college au, mentions of drugs (weed) and alcohol, sex jokes, references to sex, possibly smut (author is still deciding), slow burn, reader-insert (no use of yn), set in the bay area, male friendships, strangers to lovers, more tags will be added as the story progresses
disclaimer: it goes without saying that this story is not at all representative of the real life people and that this story does not reflect my views towards them!!
status: may 31, 2026 (ongoing)
taglist: open!
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my goal is to post a chapter every other friday (at least)
a/n: and here is chapter one!! if you read my previous smau, you'll know that my chapters arent as long as other smaus. but i hope its still worth the read haha. lmk if you wanna be added to taglist!
