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flamingpudding · 8 months ago

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The first part of this Au that I went out with so funny thank you for answering it I hope you were able to rest and stuff but anywho

I feel like after those first two parts I feel like RedRobin and Batman have questions about the Ghost King and Vlad relationship like they're asking questions

And the Klarions / Phantom children and the kids keep just dropping he with to college with our mom's parents, he would take kidnap mom and locked him in a basement, he's legally mom's godfather, he tried to marry grandmother on multiple occasions

I just feel like Dan anytime he gets the moment gets mad at him and goes like until you pay the 8.5 million you owe mom in child support is the day that you can call me your son ectoplasm donor.

Also I would find it so funny if outside of their Klarion thing they live with Vlad time from time again when Danny is overwhelmed or need someone to watch over them and the the rest of the people he's friends with in the Infinite Realms can't do it and are friends with the Wayne children

I feel like Duke will be having a heart attack when you realizes that he goes the same high school class as Dan or that Ellie and Dick best friends back when they were children for funsies

Also the reveal of Teekls has never been a cat it's going to get on doctor fate's nerves cuz he knows damn well that things never been a cat also I feel like all of them have the power to rip Dr Fate out of whoever he's possessing body and always he's pulling that power on him anytime they get the chance

Also a review of the fact that Teekl has never been a cat until when like Batman or Red Robin pov

Have I ever mentioned I love your ideas and how fun they are? Cause damn this had me laughing while reading it already.

Also glad the first two parts were still fun despite the mishaps that happed while writing :D

Also I skipped over the Teekl Part for the moment since I didn't know how to tie it in at the moment...

Sooooo anyway.... here we go again~ (sorry if its a bit short...)

Part 1 Part 2

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Red Robin was intrigued, worried and on several levels suspicious as he watched the interaction between the ones that had been Klarion, the current Klarion and Vlad Masters. He had also a lot of questions, he really wanted answers to but for now he held back.... partially. Vlad Masters was a contact Batman had brought in when the situation with the Demon became more dangerous than they originally expected.

John Constantine had mentioned they would need a even stronger force to really drive that Demon back and off handedly mentioned that something like an Ancient or a Ghost King would be needed. And wouldn't you know, Batman knew someone that claimed to have contacts with a Ghost King or rather THE Ghost King. And as luck would have it, Vlad Masters was in Gotham because of one of his relentless attempts at striking a business deal with Bruce Wayne. (That really had been an unexpected luck but by now Red Robin was also suspecting something else was at play.... [Like a bored Ancient of Time])

Well either way now he was watching, just a step behind his mentor, how Batman was grilling Vlad Masters on his relations to the Ghost King, since apparently they (the hero's assembled) wouldn't need to do anything anyway since the Ghost King was handling the demon threat. Red Robin did realise that not all heroes present were convinced but what else could they do but wait right now? Since according to Klarion their Mom aka the Ghost King was already dealing with the situation.

So with that happening, the well known bat-paranoia, curiosity, suspicion and need to know every good damn detail of a situation arose full force. Not that Red Robin minded, as mentioned before, he had a lot of questions too. Plus he wasn't so sure if the other Heroes had caught it but there were some disturbing things Klarion and is siblings sort of dropped that really needed clearing up.

While Batman was grilling Vlad Masters, Red Robin listened in but then decided to his own sort of questioning with Klarion, the current one.

"So... you called Vlad Masters 'old man'? And your suit is in the 'old man's style'?" the question was asked directly to the current Klarion. Since they were apparently here just to watch Red robin was sure he could just try having a sort of civil talk with his questions.

Klarion on the other hand grumbled crossing his arms, before uncrossing them again to pet the demon cat on his shoulder. "I just went with his dumb vampire look but more fancy and classic and less insane colouring."

The arched eyebrow stayed sort of hidden under his mask but it was there and Red Robin knows that tone Klarion used. It's the same Red Hood has when he begrudgingly admit do doing something the way Batman would. Which raises the a question he already had on his mind, how he could interpret Klarions use of 'old man'. Which would give Batman even more incentive to question Vlad Masters on his relation to the Ghost King. Also for now he was going to ignore the 'dumb vampire look' part, but he did note it down in his mind for later.

"Vlad Masters is your 'old man'?" There probably was a way to ask a little more subtle or nice but they were waiting for the Ghost King to beat up a Demon and he was making small talk with subtitle questioning with Klarion. So sue him for being blunt after all. Also the face Klarion was making right after he said.

"Well Far Frozen gets a hot summer." Was the instant reply and Red Robin blinked unter his mask. There probably was some information he was missing behind that reply.

"Ew no! He wishes though. But Vlad is like double or triple our Mom's age! He even went to collage with Grandpa Jack and Grandma Maddie!" Misrule suddenly interjected apparently done pestering Nightwing as she leaned over Klarion, resting her head on his and causing Teekl to hiss at her. Well that certainly got his attention now and with the way he saw, form the corner of his eyes, Batmans head wipe their way and then back at Vlad Masters it certainly also got his mentors.

"He wishes...? Triple your Moms.... age? The Ghost King?" His mental information board was getting more and more chaotic with the information he was getting.

"He acts like we are his kids and has a right to be called Dad by us." Misrule shrugged dismissively to which Klarion growled, he growled! Red Robin was tempted to check his ears because this was the first time he heard Klarion growl towards his sister.

"The day I call your DNA and my ecto donor anything with the context of father is the day he pays Mom the millions of child support he owns him and additional pays for emotional and physical distress." Okay, Red Robin was not ashamed to say he did a double take at Klarions growl and the fact that several alarm bells went off hin his mind with that one sentence alone.

"Mom has his own castle and riches from the previous King. Not like we would actually need that money. Plus Vlad does pay for your school tuition." Misrule answered her brother, complete ignoring the fact that Red Robin was having a mental crisis and thinking that Vlad Masters might even be an even greater threat, then just a weird and suspicious potential business partner and that the reason he has a summoning stone for the Ghost King might be a custody thing regarding Klarion and his siblings.

So with all these things what did Red Robins brain decide to focus on? "Vlad Masters pays your school tuition? No wait you go to school?"

There was an awkward moment Red Robin received two very similar looking deadpan stares from Klarion and Misrule, the first Klarion.

"Of course I go to fucking school Mom would kill... well no thermos ground me if I didn't." Another drop of information Red Robin didn't know how to handle, what the hell does 'thermos ground' even mean? Was that like their version of grounding?

"Oh isn't today like a school night?" Misrule suddenly piped up pinching her brothers check and Red Robin felt weirdly reminded of some of the interactions he used to have with his siblings. It was strange to see Klarion like that.

"Shit... I forgot to do my part of my group project with Duke..." Klarion grumbled and Red Robin did a double take once more, blinking several times as there was a very very important information drop here, his head snapped towards Nightwing in hopes that the other had also caught it and thankfully, he had and while Signal wasn't present at the moment because he had done day patrols already and had been barely awake anyway when this whole Demon mess started.... they had gotten a hint of figuring out Klarions identity, they were certainly going to use later.

For now they had some more red flags to investigate in regards to the relation of Vlad Masters, the Ghost King, Klarion and Klarion's siblings.

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Little Bonus (Next day after Demon Crisis):

"Hey Duke, who are you working with in a group project?"

"Huh oh that is Dante Masters-Nightingale."

"Masters-Nightingale? As in Vlad MASTERS?"

"Yeah, that what he said his temporary guardian's name is that pays for his schooling."

"Wait didn't I go with Danielle Nightingale-MASTERS to school too? We were like besties in school!"

"Oh god...."

"Tim, you okay you look very pale. Are you okay? Dick too..."

"BRUCE! VLAD MASTERS NEEDS TO BE PUT ON THE RED WATCH LIST AND WE NEED TO TALK WITH THE GHOST KING ASAP!"

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keikikait · 3 months ago

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Hi!

I loved Home Movies so I was wondering if you could do another Steve smut. Something where he gets jealous and gets really rough with the reader?

Thanks!

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if you want to read my other steve smut, click here!

pairing: steve harrington x f!reader (au (but still the 80's), but both are early to mid 20's)

word count: 3.3k

summary: you wouldn't actually go out with jason...would you?

warnings: SMUT WARNING 18+!, friends/coworkers to lovers, jason is a shithead, VERY SLIGHT reader x jason, dom!steve, sub!reader, p in v, birth control is not mentioned but is implied (wrap it b4 u tap it gang), use of the word 'slut' once, cunnilingus for a second, nipple play, steve can get kinda rough, SLIGHT orgasm denial, creampie, cum eating mention (?), not proofread

a note: i don't think i slayed with this...

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It was an abnormally quiet Friday night.

You sit at the counter of Family Video, making paper stars out of a McDonald's straw wrapper, waiting for either a customer or for the clock to strike 10pm so you could finally close. Whichever came first.

Steve walks around the store, sweeping up quite literally nothing, just trying to find a way to kill the last 15 minutes before close. He had already faced the VHS tapes, restocked the candy, and put away the returns. Part of him wishes he just didn’t do it all so quickly.

“Where is everyone?” Steve finally breaks the silence, leaning against the counter, setting the broom against it. “I thought it was Friday night.”

You shrug. “Maybe at the game.”

Steve scoffs, propping himself up on his hands. “Who would pick spending their Friday night watching a basketball game over watching a movie? I mean, A Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddy’s Revenge just came out last month!”

You sigh, folding over the strip of paper, continuing to craft your star. “Maybe they don’t want to watch a horror movie in December.”

Steve groans, dramatically leaning against the counter again. “Save me from this boredom, please, pretty girl. I just want to go home.”

The door opens and the bell dings.

“Hi, welcome to Family Video.” You both say simultaneously.

You look over the counter, pushing on your elbows to see around the shelf. Jason Carver lazily walks in, hands shoved in his letterman’s jacket pockets as he glances around. You immediately lose interest, sitting back down on the stool. You start to work on your paper star again.

“Hey man, what's up?” Steve greets Jason casually, leaning back against the counter. All things considered, they were friendly with each other. They were old teammates in high school, after all. He glances at the clock - still ten minutes left until closing time. “What happened to the game?”

Jason shrugs nonchalantly as he approaches the counter. “The game ended early and now everyone's heading to the after party.” He pauses, glancing between you and Steve. “You guys coming?”

Steve frowns slightly, looking over at you, still engrossed in your origami project. “Uh, I'm not sure yet. Might head home, actually.”

Jason raises an eyebrow. “Really? Passing up free beer and babes for a night alone? That's not like you, Steve.”

“Yeah well…” Steve trails off, shrugging. Jason’s gaze shifts to you. He leans on the counter, tapping his hands on it.

You sigh, sitting up straighter. You hated these stupid fucking barstools. “I’m not going either, Jason.”

Steve’s eyebrows raise as he leans closer. “Oh yeah? Got plans tonight, then?” His tone was curious, but there was something else there…jealousy perhaps?

No. Of course not.

You shake your head. “Nope, just not feeling up for it. I’m tired.” You look back down at the straw wrapper, continuing to fold it. You were almost done.

Jason scoffs, tapping the table. “Well, that’s shitty. The hottest girl in our entire college is sitting my party out. What’s the world coming to?” Your nose scrunches slightly. You already didn’t like Jason, but the way he was talking about you was leaving a sour, vinegary taste in your mouth.

You sigh, rolling your shoulders. “It’s not my scene, Jason. You know that.”

Jason stares at you for a moment, taking you in. He wasn’t admiring you, he was looking at you hungrily. “Come on, sweetheart. Not even for me?”

“Not even for you,” You say. “Parties just aren’t my thing.”

Steve frowns at Jason's comment, crossing his arms. "Dude, come on. Don't be a creep." He glanced over at you, trying to convey sympathy through his expression.

Jason laughs, waving a hand dismissively. “What? I'm just inviting her. No need to get all defensive.” He turns back to you, smirking. “You know, if you change your mind, you're always welcome at my place.”

“I appreciate the offer,” you reply dryly. “But I think I'm good.” You finish folding the straw wrapper into a tiny star and set it aside, trying to find something else to do. Anything to avoid looking at him.

Jason turns his attention back to Steve momentarily. “You know, Nancy’s gonna be there.”

That causes Steve to tense up slightly, his jaw clenching. “She is?”

“Yeah, man.” Jason says. “Heard she and Byers are taking a break. This is your shot, man.”

Steve clears his throat, trying to play it cool. “Yeah, I guess I might swing by for a bit then. Do you think I could convince her to get back with me?”

“Yeah, dude, totally.” Jason says, picking up the star you made. He rolls it between his fingers. “She’ll be all over you before midnight. You know, I heard she still wears underwear with the days of the week on them.”

Steve chuckles, standing up from the counter. “She wasn’t when she was dating me.”

Something in your stomach twists at the idea of Steve getting back with Nancy. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Nancy, you did, you just thought they were over. You thought that you and Steve were starting to feel something for each other, always sending each other flirty glances during your shifts. He even called you ‘pretty girl’. Apparently you were wrong.

You press your lips together. Might as well shoot your shot with Jason, right?

“You know what, Jason?” You suddenly interject, leaning across the counter. “Maybe I do wanna go.”

Steve looks surprised at your sudden change of heart, raising an eyebrow. “You do? I thought you weren't feeling it…”

Jason grins, tossing the star back onto the counter. “Told ya, Steve. My parties are where it's at.” He leans closer to you, your faces almost touching. His breath smells of menthol cigarettes and Pabst Blue Ribbon beer, and you dig your fingernails into your palms to stop from gagging. “You wanna come with me, baby?”

Gross. “Yeah, I’d love to.” The lie flows off of your tongue quickly.

Steve watches the exchange between you two, a mix of confusion and disappointment on his face. He places his hands on the counter. “You want to go with Jason? Of all people? You don’t even like Jason.”

“I’m right here, man—”

“Maybe I like him now.” You cut Jason off. “You don’t know me better than I do.”

Steve scowls, clearly unhappy with the situation unfolding before him. “Whatever, suit yourself.” He straightens up, crossing his arms over his chest. “Just don't say I didn't warn you.”

Jason reaches out, lightly slapping your cheek. “I’ll let you close up, sweet thing. I’ll be outside.”

He leaves as quickly as he arrived, the bell dinging as the door shuts.

You both close the store in silence. You count the register before putting the money in the safe as Steve shuts the door, puts up the barricade, and turns on the alarm.

You can feel him staring at you as he approaches the counter. You look over at him. “What?”

Steve huffs, running a hand through his hair. “You're really going to go with him? After everything we've...talked about?” He steps closer, his brown eyes intense. “I thought maybe there was something between us. But I guess I was wrong.”

His gaze drops to your lips briefly before meeting yours again. There's a flicker of hurt and confusion in his expression. “Fine. Go have fun with Jason then. See if I care.” He turns away, dismissing you.

“I’m only going with him because you’re going to get back together with Nancy.” You admit, walking around the counter to stand in front of him. You had no reason to lie. “As if I would actually be caught dead with Jason out of my own volition.”

Steve stops in his tracks, turning around to face you fully. His eyes narrow, a hint of anger flashing in their depths. “Excuse me? You think I'd choose Nancy over you?” He takes a step closer, his voice lowering. “Is that what this is about? Jealousy?”

The air between you crackles with tension as Steve looms over you, his presence overwhelming. You can smell the lingering scent of aftershave, mixed with a faint hint of cologne. His jaw clenches, and for a moment, you worry he might lunge at you.

But instead, he reaches out, gripping your chin firmly. His thumb brushes against your lower lip, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “Listen to me. If I wanted Nancy, I wouldn't be wasting my time with you.”

“You say that yet you never do anything, Stevie.” You say. “Jason is at least honest that he wants me.”

Steve's grip on your chin tightens slightly, his brow furrowing. “Honest? Is that what you call it?” He releases you abruptly, stepping back and raking a hand through his hair in frustration. “Jason doesn't give a damn about you beyond using you for his own entertainment.”

He sighs. “And as for me, maybe I am hesitant to make a move because I don't want to ruin what we have. We work well together, pretty girl. Let's not screw that up over some misplaced feelings.” Despite his words, you notice the way his gaze lingers on your lips, the slight flush creeping up his neck. Steve is struggling with his own desires, torn between caution and the undeniable attraction between you.

“My feelings aren’t misplaced.” You say.

Steve's eyes search yours, a mix of longing and uncertainty in their depths. For a long moment, neither of you speaks, the silence heavy with unspoken emotions.

Finally, Steve exhales slowly, dropping his arms to his sides. “Okay, fine. Maybe they're not.” He takes another step closer, until he's mere inches from you. “But what happens after we admit these feelings? We both know our lives are complicated enough without adding romance to the mix.”

He reaches out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch sends shivers down your spine. “Tell me, pretty girl, what do you want from me?”

“All I want is you.” You say softly.

Steve's breath catches at your confession, his hand stilling against your cheek. His eyes darken with desire, a muscle ticking in his jaw as he struggles to maintain control. “You don't know what you're asking for,” he warns, his voice low and rough. But despite his words, he leans in closer, his face mere inches from yours. You can feel the heat radiating off his skin, the intoxicating scent of his cologne enveloping you. Your heart races, anticipation building in the pit of your stomach.

“Last chance to back out,” Steve murmurs, his lips hovering dangerously close to yours. “Because once I kiss you, there's no going back.”

You lean up and kiss him.

As soon as your lips meet, the world seems to fade away, leaving only the electric connection between you and Steve. He groans softly into the kiss, his hands coming up to cradle your face as he deepens the embrace.

Tongues dance, tasting and exploring, the passion between you explosive. Steve pulls you flush against his body, his hardness pressing insistently against your belly. You can feel the heat of his arousal, stoking the flames of your own desire.

Breaking the kiss, Steve rests his forehead against yours, panting heavily. “Fuck,” he whispers hoarsely. “I want you so bad it hurts.” His hands slide down to your hips, squeezing possessively. “But we need to talk about boundaries and expectations. This isn't just a one-night thing for me.”

“Fine by me.” You say breathlessly.

A slow, wicked grin spreads across Steve's face at your agreement. He captures your mouth in another searing kiss, his tongue delving deeper as he pushes you against the counter.

“You’re so cute, you know that?” Steve whispers against your lips, nipping at them playfully. “I've wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

With that, he claims your mouth again, kissing you with a fierce intensity that leaves you breathless and aching for more. His hands slip under your shirt, palming your breasts as he teases your nipples into hard peaks through the fabric of your bra. You moan softly, pressing against him as your thighs clench. You reach out to grab his biceps.

Steve grinds his hips against yours, letting you feel how hard he is. “Feel what you do to me, baby?” he purrs, nibbling on your earlobe. “I'm gonna make you feel so good, you won't ever want anyone else.”

His hands slide down to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze as he lifts you effortlessly. Your legs wrap around his waist instinctively, the heat of his erection pressing against your core. He carries you into the manager’s office, shutting the door behind him. He clears a space with one hand before setting you on the edge.

"I want to taste every inch of you," Steve murmurs huskily, trailing kisses along your jawline and down your neck. He tugs at the hem of your shirt impatiently. "Can I take this off? Please?"

You nod eagerly, lifting your arms to allow him to remove your shirt. Your chest heaves with each ragged breath as his hungry gaze roams over you. You bite your lip, watching him with wide, eager eyes.

The sight of your perfect tits encased in lacy lingerie makes Steve's mouth water. “Goddamn, baby,” he breathes reverently, reaching out to trace the swell of your cleavage with a fingertip. “You're fucking gorgeous.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

Unable to resist, he dips his head, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the tops of your breasts. His tongue darts out, teasing the sensitive skin above the cups of your bra. “Let me see all of you,” he pleads, looking up at you with smoldering eyes.

His hands find the clasp of your bra behind your back, deftly unfastening it. The garment falls away, revealing your hardened nipples to his appreciative gaze. “Beautiful,” Steve whispers, cupping the weight of your breasts in his palms.

“All yours.” You say breathlessly.

A low groan rumbles in Steve's chest at your words. Leaning in, he draws one taut nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. His other hand kneads your neglected breast, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

He lavishes attention on first one breast, then the other, sucking and licking until you're writhing beneath him. Your fingers thread through his hair, holding him to your chest as jolts of pleasure shoot straight to your pussy.

“Stevie…” you whimper, arching into his touch. “Please…”

Releasing your nipple with a wet pop, Steve looks up at you with a devilish smirk. “What do you need, baby? Tell me what you want.” His hand drifts lower, teasing along the waistband of your jeans.

You lift your hips, biting your lip.

Steve chuckles lowly, the sound sending vibrations through your heated skin. He pinches your nipple roughly. “Words, pretty girl.”

“Please eat me out!” You blurt out.

“Mmm, someone's eager,” he purrs, popping the button of your jeans and slowly dragging down the zipper. He hooks his fingers in the waistband of both your jeans and panties, tugging them down your legs in one smooth motion. Tossing them aside, he settles between your parted thighs, his breath ghosting over your slick folds.

“You're so wet already,” Steve marvels, running a finger through your slit. He brings it to his lips, sucking your essence clean with a groan. “Fuck.”

Spreading your thighs wider, he lowers his head, flicking his tongue out to taste you directly from the source. “Oh fuck, yes,” he moans against your pussy.

You let out a sharp gasp, your back arching as his tongue delves into your pussy. Your hands fly to his hair, gripping tightly as you grind against his face.

Steve laps at your dripping pussy like a man starved, his tongue plunging deep to claim every inch of you. He suckles on your throbbing clit, the suction making your vision blur with pleasure.

Your desperate grinding against his face only spurs him on, his hands gripping your hips to hold you in place as he devours you. Moans vibrate against your sensitive flesh, adding to the intense sensations overwhelming your senses.

Suddenly, Steve withdraws, leaving you panting and bereft. He rises to his feet, his eyes blazing with lust as he quickly sheds his clothes. His thick cock springs free, already leaking precum. “Hold onto the desk,” he commands gruffly, positioning himself between your thighs. “I'm gonna fill you up so good, baby.”

He spits on his cock and grips your hips, lining up with your entrance.

You grasp the edge of the desk, bracing yourself as he pushes forward, sheathing himself inside you with a single, powerful thrust. A loud cry tears from your throat at the sudden fullness, your inner walls clenching around his cock.

“Fuck, you're tight!” Steve grits out, his hips jerking as he buries himself to the hilt within your slick heat. He pauses for a moment, savoring the exquisite sensation of being fully enclosed by your soft pussy. “I know, I know. You’re being so good, letting me stretch you out.”

After a few seconds, he begins to move. He starts out slow, nearly pulling out completely before pushing in all the way, but the feeling of your cunt is too addicting, and he picks up speed. "Take it, pretty girl," he gasps. "This is what you needed, isn't it? To be stretched wide open on my cock?"

As if in response, your pussy clenches even tighter around him, milking him. Your voice is breathless when you speak, “Yes, yes, fuck, I need it!”

Steve's fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips as he pounds into you mercilessly, the force of his thrusts pushing you further up the desk.

Leaning over you, he changes the angle of penetration slightly, allowing him to drive even deeper. One hand snakes up to pinch your nipples while the other dips between your legs, finding your swollen clit.

“You like that, don't you slut?” he pants harshly in your ear. “Having your little cunt stuffed full of my cock while I play with these perfect tits?” He rolls your nipple between his fingers roughly as they continue their punishing rhythm.

“Oh god, oh fuck, yes!” You moan loudly, your body trembling. Your pussy clenches harder around his cock, your mind going blank except for the urgent need to cum.

Steve's thrusts become erratic as he chases his own release, his balls drawing up tight against his body. "Gonna fill this greedy cunt up," he rasps, his voice strained with impending climax.

With a final, brutal slam of his hips, Steve buries himself to the root inside you. His cock pulses violently as he unleashes a torrent of hot cum deep within your tight cunt. “Fuuck, baby!”

The intensity of his orgasm triggers your own, your pussy rippling around his cock as waves of ecstasy crash over you. You scream his name like a prayer, arching your back and pressing against him.

As the afterglow sets in, Steve collapses against you, his softening cock still nestled inside you. He nuzzles into your neck, panting heavily. "That was... fucking amazing, baby." You wrap your arms around his neck and hug him, going nonverbal for a second. He rubs your back gently, pushing your hair out of your eyes before kissing your forehead. “You okay?”

You nod. “Just need a second.”

He holds you closer, his cock now completely soft inside of you. He kisses your forehead again. “I was serious, you know. When I said I didn’t want this to be a one time thing.”

“So was I.”

Steve hums, cupping the back of your head. “Good.”

You sigh, nuzzling him. “Are we still going to Jason’s party?”

“Oh, fuck no.” Steve says, chuckling. “Come over to mine instead.”

You nod. “Okay.” He pulls out of you and your pussy clenches as his cum starts to dribble out. “Ah, shit.”

“Don’t worry,” Steve says, kneeling again. “I’ll clean you up, baby.”

You throw your head back as you feel his tongue on your clit again.

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frogmanfae · 4 months ago

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Oh, I've thought about it

okay think about it -- newsies punk rock band au. THINK ABOUT ITTT

#so basically #it's your classic high school rivalry au #with secret dating sprace #and elmer is Spot's brother #elmer is also graves in Brooklyn #jack katherine race albert and crutchie are in a band called Santa Fe Strikes Again #(i looked up a random band name generator when i started writing and it seemed too good to pass up)#jack is lead guitar/vocals katherine is vocals race is rhythmic guitar albert is drums and crutchie is bass guitar #spot elmer bart hotshot and myron are in a band called Brooklyn Rising #(same generator website gave me Brooklyn Lies Union and Brooklyn Part Kings Maximum and it was so hard to resist)#spot is drums elmer is vocals bart is rhythm guitar hotshot is lead guitar and myron is bass guitar #there's a bi annual battle of the bands at this shitty diner on the Brooklyn side of the bridge #Brooklyn Rising has won every single year since they formed #but spot meets race at that diner for a little date and race sees a flyer so he tells jack about it and they enter #spot is peeved but he knows he would have done the same thing in Race's position #theres high intensity between the two bands (even though the prize is just milkshakes)#when the day finally rolls around santa fe strikes again wins #fast forward a few months it comes out Katherine's dad paid off the judges #she had no idea but no one believes her so jack dumps her and they kick her out of the band #albert was already having a less than ideal time mentally and this whole ordeal pushed him to take a little hiatus #meaning santa fe strikes again needs a new drummer for the time being cuz they have gigs to play #jack finds the new kid (Davey) playing drums during his free period and convinces him to join #it takes some doing but he does it #battle of the bands rolls around and a bunch of drama happens that #I can't get into cuz I'm out of tags #its still in early stages but ill publish someday #Probably #the Delancey brothers are sprinkled in too #Katherine and Davey are both song writers #Brooklyn Rising wears eyeliner to all their gigs

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blinkstay4life · 9 days ago

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I really loved your fic “A Kiss Once The Clock Strikes 12”! It’s just a suggestion, but you should enter in the Stayblr Christmas Writing Challenge! Again, loved the fic.

Thanks for the request! I did make one, and it’s a bit rushed, but I hope you like it!

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𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔹𝕖𝕤𝕥 ℂ𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕤 𝕄𝕚𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕝𝕖

Ship: Minho!highschool x Y/n Genre: Romance, high school au, fluff, slight angst, jealousy Warnings: Coarse language, mild sexual references, Christmas Spirit! Wc: 6.5k

This is for the Stayblr writing challenge! I know I’m cutting it close, but I hope you like it!

-> @stayblrofficial

*10 years ago*

“Oppa! Oppa!” Y/n giggled, running up to Minho and giving him a hug. He responded with a chuckle, hugging you back. “You took so long at the park with Jaehoon, I thought you’d gone away forever!” you pout, and Minho laughs again before pulling away slightly. “You know, you could’ve come too.” he said, ruffling your hair. “But I don’t like Jaehooon. He’s a meanie.” you whine, and Minho jokingly rolls his eyes. You begin tugging at Minho’s arm “Come, come! Omma and Appa have already made tteokbokki! We were waiting for you for so long!” Minho’s eyes widened. “Really?” You nod rapidly and he grins. “Race you!” With that, you run off inside, an equally excited Minho running behind you. “UNFAIR! YOU GOT A HEAD START!” He yells behind you as you reach the doorstep. In response, you stick out your tongue and go inside, where your dad is waiting. “Hey! Shoes off, and wash up before you sit at the table.” He says as he sets up the table. “Awwww!” Minho and you groan at the same time before bursting into giggles and running to your respective homes to shower. Not even ten minutes later, you both come back to the table and sit down eagerly as the steaming tteokbokki is getting served onto the plates. You turn to Minho and grin. “Don’t ever be gone for that long again! Look what you almost missed out on!!!” you laugh, and dig in as Minho nods and does the same, smiling widely.

*10 years later*

You are attempting to fix your tie in the mirror for the thousandth time, but it just wasn’t having it today. You groaned as you untangled it AGAIN, just as a loud banging was heard on the door. “Minho-ya! Don’t bang the door down!” You yell, annoyed already. He dramatically gasps as he slips out of his shoes with ease. “No Oppa today? What did I do!!!” He whines, and you shoot him an annoyed glare before going back to your tie, eyes scrunched in frustration. “Ah! Your first day of high school and you can’t tie a tie?” he tutted, but flinched as you raised your hand threateningly. “Relax, I’ll help you.” he said smoothly, and took the tie out of your hands and began untangling the monstrosity that you had created. Not focussing as he did so, you looked up at his eyes, crinkling in the corners as he smiled teasingly, his hair falling perfectly across them. Temporarily mesmerised, your eyes traced his features, eventually landing on his mouth. His lips, turned upwards in a smirk, looked so pink and soft, his tongue poking out slightly, the only sign that he was struggling. You were so entranced by him that you didn’t even notice that he was finished with your tie. “Y/n, y/n, Y/N!” Minho yelled, and you snapped back into reality with his voice, clearing your throat awkwardly. “Thanks.” you say, gesturing to the tie, before walking away immediately, leaving a mildly confused Minho in your wake. “Hey! Wait up!” he says as you walk out of the room, beginning to set the table for breakfast. “Yang Y/n, if you don’t stop right this instant I will not hesitate to OBLITERATE you in a tickle fight.” Minho threatened, his hands on his hips, but you jokingly ignored him, getting out the cutlery way too loudly. “Fine.” He shrugged, grinning obnoxiously, “You asked for it!” He promptly lunged at you and grabbed your sides, his fingers skirting over your skin. Your laughter filled the air as he tickled you hard, your eyes forming tears at how hard you were laughing. “St-stop!” you pant in between giggles, but Minho doesn’t relent, laughing as well. “I did warn you!” he grinned mischievously, and you would have rolled your eyes if you weren’t being ruthlessly attacked. You fell to the floor slightly. “Minhoo!” You whine good-naturedly, still being subjected to the tickle torture. He tutted annoyingly, his eyes twinkling. “Call me Oppa! Show some respect Y/nnie!” he teased. “Fine! Minho Oppa! I’m sorry!” you gasped as he finally stopped, laughing uncontrollably as you got up and scowled at him teasingly. “I hate you.” you say, still giggling softly, barely composing yourself before finally setting the table. “Love you too!” he says, blowing an exaggerated kiss at you as he sat down. Just then, your mom came into the kitchen. “Y/n!” she gasped. “Your hair is a mess!” Your eyes widen as you rush to the closest mirror.

“MINHO OPPA! I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!”

Twenty minutes later, unfortunately Minho is still alive and you’re on the bus to school. You pick at your nails, a nervous habit you’ve developed from childhood. “Y/n.” Minho breathed, nudging at your hands. “You can’t honestly be that nervous.” He says it lightly, but there’s an underlying concern in his voice that makes you look up. “I don’t know. Your friends are well-“ you say. You’ve definitely seen his friends at their worst, sweatpants and hoodies with greasy hair and dark circles, but that doesn’t necessarily mean that you don’t know their best. The most popular group of people in the whole school, desired and not without good reason. They were talented, smart and athletic, not to mention attractive. And you were one of their best friends. Really, they considered you a sister. Which means more expectations to live up to that you don’t think you can. “It’s a lot of pressure.” you finish, drawing your gaze back to your hands as you continue to fiddle. “Hey.” Minho said gently, grabbing your hand lightly. “I believe in you. School’s fun, trust me. Plus with the Christmas Gala coming up, everybody’s going to be too excited to even notice you.” you roll your eyes, because you both know that’s not true. Literally nothing happens at Jungchae high, so any news is news for a long time. “Minho, it’s weird enough that I’m the only new student this school has seen in half a century, but I’m joining straight in the middle of the year.” you say, looking out the window as the school approaches. Minho had started high school two years before you, and now that you’re 15, you’re starting too. You had originally gone to a public school but your parents had gotten a raise and had decided to send you to the same private school as your best friend. They just failed to mention that it would be smack in the middle of the year. Before you can say anything though, the bus screeches to a halt, and everyone jostles to get off. You take a deep breath and get off the bus, blending in with the crowd as you stick close to Minho. At first, no one notices you in the chatter. But when you enter the school, and the crowd disperses, the whispers begin.

“Wait, does anyone know her?”

“Clearly Minho does. Look how close they are!”

“What class is she in? Because she’s late!”

“Real. Who joins in the middle of the school year?”

“She’s kinda pretty though. Might hit her up sometime.”

“Mate. She’s way out of your league.”

A blush tinges your cheeks as Minho moves slightly closer to you, his protective instincts never faltering, especially at the last comment. Suddenly someone runs up to you two. “Minho hyung! Minho hyung!” Jisung yells from the other side of the hall, grinning widely. “What.” Minho says, but smiles slightly. “I- Y/n.” Jisung stops short once he notices you. “Y/nnie!” Jisung grinned and pulled you into a hug. You take a minute to realise that this is Minho’s best friend, because he looks so different. He really cleans himself up when he goes to school, you think, glancing at his attire, so different to when he goes over to Minho’s house. The whispers intestify. As do the stares. You offer a smile to Jisung just before a loud trilling sound breaks the silence. Students scurry to class, as does Jisung, but Minho stays for a moment. “Will you find your class okay?” he asks, and you nod dismissively. “I’ll be fine.”

It turns out, you were not fine. It was around five minutes after the bell rang and you were hopelessly wandering around, the only people still in the halls were the few stragglers that were still talking. You wander awkwardly until someone pulls you over. “Hi, are you new here?” she says, and you look up at the girl. She has long black hair and chocolatey brown eyes, a small smile perched on her lips. “Yeah. I’m a little lost.” you laugh and she smiles brighter. “Don’t worry! I’m Kim Eun Ji, but everyone just calls me Ji. What class do you have?” You blink at her, barely registering what she said as she talked at the speed of light, but responded. “I’m Y/n. Ummm…” you glance at your timetable “History. In 311.” Ji gasps dramatically. “Oh my god, same! This is totally a sign!” she grins, then over exaggeratedly holds out her hand. “My lady. Let me be your guide to the ancient wonders of whatever we were learning about in that boring class.” You giggle and let her lead the way. As you reached, she introduced you to her friends. “This is Hyunju, Yunsun, Hajun, Yejun and Jaehoon.” you nod politely at each of them, until you reach Jaehoon. “Wait!” you say, startled slightly. “You’re Minho oppa’s friend! Aren’t you my neighbour too?” you grin, as Ji exchanges glances with the rest of the group. “Minho…Oppa? You know Minho? Like THE Lee Minho?” Ji asks slowly, her eyes wide in disbelief. You nod. “Yeah, I’ve known him since I was like two years old. I swear Jaehoon was his friend!” you say excitedly, and Jaehoon chuckles, his voice deep and rich as he speaks. “Yeah, I was. Kinda like those forced friendships you have when you’re little though.” he says, smiling, and you can’t help but smile back. “Ok Jaehoon, and we love that for you, but you WERE friends with him. I wanna know about you, Y/n, and the first topic we should talk about is how the hell you know Minho, but more importantly, how you can introduce him to me?” Yu Sun says, and grabs your shoulders tightly. For some reason, you immediately don’t like her, and your stomach flips when she basically confesses her crush for Minho. Meanwhile, Jaehoon is still staring at you from across the room, so intensely that you can feel it. “I-I don’t know…” you begin, but can’t finish as everyone’s chatter overlaps you.

Over the next few days, you come to realise that your new found friend group is well known, at least well known enough. When you go around the school, almost every person roaming the corridors waves to Ji. Soon enough, they begin to wave to you as well, as if they had known you or even talked to you more than a casual greeting. As you walk the halls, you assume the whispers about you will stop, and though they have reduced slightly, the main thing that’s changed is what they whisper about. Before, you were just a random new kid who just happened to be friends with Minho. But now that they’d seen your personality, not to mention your face; it was more on if you were single. You didn’t really know what to do with the attention, but one thing for sure, it’s not stopping any time soon. Your train of thought was broken, however, as a tall guy stood in your way, leaning, opening his locker and blocking your path. He had long blonde hair that swept over his eyes and high cheekbones that made him look like a Ken doll. “Hey baby girl.” he says, looking you up and down. “Heard you’re new. I’m-“ before he could continue, he was cut off by a loud slam. You turn around to see Minho, his hand on the locker door as he slammed it shut. “I don’t think she gives a shit about your name, and more turned off by your stench.” Minho said darkly, and you smiled slightly. “So, go on and waddle out of here like the walking Ken doll you are desperately trying to be.” You chuckled slightly as he voiced your exact thoughts while the boy practically ran away. Minho turned to you, eyes softening slightly. “Are you okay?” he said gently, looking down at you. You looked into his eyes and felt your heart flutter a little before blushing and looking away. “Thanks, but I’ll be fine. I don’t need you to protect me, Oppa.” You meant it as a joke, but you watch as his eyes cloud with an emotion you don’t recognise. “I’ll protect you whenever you need me Y/n, whether you like it or not.” He practically growled the sentence, his gaze never leaving yours. You blink slightly, not knowing whether to be afraid or comforted by that sentence. Thankfully, the bell rang just in time, and you ran off, Minho still staring behind you.

The next few weeks passed in a blur, and suddenly, you were 10 days away from Christmas, which means only a week away from the iconic Christmas Gala that Jungchae High hosted every year. It’s a fundraiser, but it’s also the whole school's excuse for a fully authorised night out. And literally all your friends had a date, except for Jaehoon and…well, you. Not for lack of interest, though, you think bitterly as the next wannabe approaches you. This one has the greasiest hair you’d ever seen, scraped into a ragged man bun like a try hard rock artist. You sighed as he droned on about how he’d been ‘watching you from afar’ and how it was ‘true love at first sight.” Before you could reject him however, someone came up behind you and shoved him. Hard. You turned around and saw Minho, his jaw clenched and mouth in a straight line. “What the fuck. You can’t expect to get a girl like that, greasy asshat. Go find someone else to bug.” he growled, and you rolled your eyes. “Oppa.” you begin, but he doesn’t let you finish, his earlier fury melting into concern almost as soon as he looked at you. “Y/n! Are you okay? Are you hurt? If that son of a bitch touched a hair on your head-.” You cut him off, eyes stern and cold. “Minho.” That shuts him up, his eyebrows raised at the tone and informal language. “I love that you are protecting me, but this-“ you gesture to the area where the boy just was. “This violence and constantly ‘helping’ when I don’t need it, it’s…stifling.” you breathe, because this kind of thing has been happening way too often these days. Every single time you were getting asked out, Minho would basically crush them, both mentally and physically, and it was starting to annoy you. Minho stays, silent but nods just enough to let you know that he’s listening. Suddenly, Ji appears next to you and starts talking about something erratically and before you know it, you’re getting whisked off somewhere. But you don’t know what Minho registered from the conversation until a text message lights up your phone on your way home.

im sorry. wanna go xmas shopping to make up for it? 12:30.

ik your irresponsible ass hasn’t done it yet.

Shut up.

Fine.

The next day, you and Minho prepare to go to the pop up fair that had appeared in the Christmas spirit. For some reason, you felt a particular need to impress him. And for that same, mysterious reason, half your wardrobe was strewn across the floor, from shoes to scarves, you had dumped your everything to find something appropriate to wear to this not-date. Which is exactly what it was. It can’t be a date because Minho is just a friend. Just a friend, you reminded yourself again as you flung another dress across the room. Finally, you decided on a red dress with intricate silver details and a fluffy collar and sleeve cuffs. To get into the festive mood, you put on a cute Santa hat and finish it off with some red platforms. You look for your favourite perfume, the one Minho bought for you last year on your 14th birthday. Finally, you took out a pair of silver bauble earrings, ones that Jaehoon had given you, claiming he had “bought them by accident” and when you refused them, said he would throw them away if you didn’t wear them. You carefully put them on before checking one last time in the mirror, smoothing out your already styled hair before finally giving up and stepping outside. Minho was waiting for you outside, dressed nicely, or at least nicer than usual. He has on a pair of black corduroy pants and a black collared shirt, along with a thick jacket and beanie. “Jesus Y/n, aren’t you going to freeze to death in that?” Minho asked ridiculously, his eyes scanning over your outfit. You laughed a little but shook your head. It hadn’t even started snowing yet. “You look really pretty though.” Minho added, and you blush, giving a little curtsy jokingly. “So do you.” Both of you begin walking to the Christmas market, chatting amongst yourselves lightly. Once you reach, however, you gasp. “Oppa! Oppa! There’s Christmas carols. I haven’t been to one of those in forever!” you laugh and run up to them. Minho smiles warmly and walks along.

As you sway to the beat of the music, humming along softly, Minho’s eyes are drawn to you.How your eyes sparkle as you look at the choir, shining brightly. How your hair is strewn over your face like a perfect picture, your soft lips pulled into a gentle smile. He examines your features like he was trying to memorise them, his eyes never leaving your face. Not until you squeal, and he’s broken out of his thoughts. “What?” he says, looking up, trying to see what you’re so excited about. Finally, a single snowflake lands on his nose. “Minho Oppa! It's snowing for the first time!” you yell, your eyes lighting up, your cheeks tinged pink from the cold. He smiled and brushed the snowflake off, pinching your cheeks lightly as you scowled teasingly at him before getting distracted by the snowfall once more. As the caroling continued, the snowfall fell harder, and after about half an hour, there were a few inches of it. You knelt down on the floor, touching the snow and laughing. “Oppa! Look!” you squeal. Minho was definitely looking, just not at the snow. His gaze was firmly on you, focussed on your tinkling laugh and how you looked so pretty as you stared at the snow, your eyes shining with excitement. The only thing that snapped him out of it was when he was thrown back by something. His eyes snapped to attention as you wielded a snowball, aiming for him. “Snowball fight!” you say, and Minho smirks, gathering his own snowball.

“You’re so on.”

After a lot of laughing and even more snowballs, Minho was ready to go inside. “Y/n! How are you still not cold!” he whined teasingly, turning around to head back inside. Big mistake, you think, because you throw a snowball at him that has him falling to the floor. You gasp. “Minho Oppa! Oppa are you okay?” you ask, concerned, as he lays in the snow. He raises his arm out. “No, Y/n can you help me-“ you take his arm, then squeal when he pulls you down with him, laughing. “That’s what you get Y/nnie!” he teased and looked up at you. Only then does he realise how close you are to him, your faces inches apart, your body pressed on top of his. You analyse his features, almost automatically, before you clear your throat. “We should probably, um, go inside.” you say, getting up and dusting off the snow on your dress, and when you glance at him as he does the same, you notice a flash of…disappointment on his face? You shrug it off and go to the nearest inn, a pub close by, where Minho follows you. Even though it’s warm, the adrenaline wore off, and now you shiver as you enter and take a seat at the table. Maybe you should have listened to Minho and brought a jacket after all. Just then, an unexpected warmth engulfs you, and you look up to see Minho handing you his jacket and putting it on your shoulders. “I told you to put on a jacket Y/nnie.” he sighs. You laugh, blushing slightly, as you tuck your hair behind your ear shyly. Suddenly, Minho speaks, his tone sharp and completely different from moments ago. “New earrings.” he says coolly, his eyes tracing them. “Yeah.” you say uncomfortably, waiting for the inevitable next question. “Who gave them to you?” You pick at your nails nervously. “Jaehoon oppa. You know, our neighbour? He used to be your friend.” you say, shying away from Minho’s gaze. “Yeah used to be for a reason! You’re just accepting gifts from random assholes on the street now?” he raised his voice as he spoke, and you ducked your head. “Oppa, you’re creating a scene.” you hiss, but Minho continues. “What makes you think you can have anything from him? That you’re allowed to take this from him?” You bang your hand on the table, finally making him stop. By now, everyone in the pub was looking at you. “Minho. It is none of your business what I take from someone or what they give me, and you definitely don’t have the power to allow me to do it. What I do with Jaehoon and what he does with me is none of your concern. You’re acting like a jealous boyfriend.” you say, stern and cold. Getting up from the table, you walk out of the pub, breathing heavily, with a shocked Minho behind you. As you stand outside the door, you notice the person you least expected to see, just as Minho runs up behind you. “Y/n, wait-“ he says, just as you say.

“Jaehoon?”

Jaehoon walks towards you, his eyes bright. “Y/n! I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” he says, breaking into a light jog as he reaches you. Minho stays silent behind you, maybe in shock. You compose yourself before giving him a smile. “Hey Jaehoon oppa!” you say brightly, partly because of Jaehoon, but mainly because Minho is right behind you and you just have to prove that you’re the bigger person. “Hey, I need to ask you something.” he says, smiling gently, and you nod, gesturing for him to continue. He sends an awkward glance to Minho before leaning into your ear and whispering. “Alone.” You can practically feel Minho’s stare harden as you nod, but suddenly, you feel fingers on your wrist. You turn to see him grabbing your hand tightly, his eyes pleading with you not to go. But you were done with his overpowering ‘protection’, and you walked away with Jaehoon to a nearby corner. You know Minho could still see you, but he couldn’t hear you. Turning to Jaehoon, you shoot him a questioning glance. Jaehoon clears his throat and starts. “Y/n, I know you’re relatively new to the school and you’re probably not going to say yes, but I thought I’d ask anyway.” he says nervously, and it suddenly occurs to you why he’s pulled you into this corner. “I really like you, and I was wondering if you wanted to go to the Christmas Gala with me?” he says, closing his eyes. You look at Minho, filled with some sort of triumph before turning to him and answering.

“Yes.”

The walk home was silent. Jaehoon had offered to accompany you, but you had refused. You were kind of regretting it now, as the silence stretched between you and Minho like the Sahara. The only sound was the heavy trudging of boots as you walked through the snow. Minho opened his mouth multiple times as if to speak, but thought better of it every time. Once you finally reached your house, you didn’t bother to look at Minho before slamming the door behind you. As you stood at the door sill, you realised this was one of the first times he hadn’t come over to your house before going to his own. Dinner was silent, your dad and mum sending curious glances at you as you ate your food, but you remained stoic. You’d never really fought with Minho before, and it felt really…lonely. Especially at school. Even though you had your friend group, and Jaehoon, school felt like eternal hell, and every single time she would notice Minho in the halls, she would look away. Because if you looked any longer, her resolve would crumble because of that perfect face, and under no circumstances can that happen.

You could feel your friends starting to worry, wondering what was going on, but you brushed them off, pretending it was just exam stress. “Come on Y/n, you’re no fun!” Yusun whined, and you wanted nothing more than to push her off a cliff. She’d been even more adamant about Minho these last few days as the Christmas Gala came closer, and it bugged you to no end. You didn’t quite know why it bugged you, but it did. “Relax, Y/n just broke up with someone.” Ji said jokingly, but both Yu/un and Jaehoon snapped to attention. “What? Who?” Jaehoon said quickly, his eyes straight on yours. You groaned. “I didn’t break up with anyone because we were never in a relationship.” you explain; staring daggers at Ji, who shrugged casually. “That’s not what it looks like.” she said in a sing-song, sitting down on the table. “Who are we talking about!” Yusun whinged, and you inhaled sharply. “Minho Oppa.” you say flatly, and she immediately begins to fangirl. “Minho is so- wait what.” she stopped short as she realised what Ji was implying. “You’re in a relationship with Minho. Wait no, you have a crush on him because you could never get him. He would never like someone like you, no offense” she said tersely, and Jaehoon laughed uncomfortably. Meanwhile, it felt like Yusun had dug a dagger in your heart, the sharp truth of her words breaking through you. He would never like someone like you. But why do you care? Your eyes widen in realisation as Ji whispers in your ear. “Yeah, you’re totally in love.”

Minho was definitely facing a similar situation. As you were walking home, he would try to say sorry, but the words just wouldn’t form. His parents were very vocal about your absence, and that just made him feel worse. He knew it was completely his fault, but he’s never argued with you, let alone apologised. School was even worse, like you were leaving a gaping hole inside of him. He kept relatively to himself, and his friends were teasing him about it non stop. “Hyung, why are you sulking lately! Have some fun!” Felix said, glancing over at his direction when he was looking particularly sullen. “Jesus Felix, be considerate! He’s going through a break up.” Hyunjin teased, snorting while Minho glared at him. Jisung laughed too. “Something like that.” he said, and Minho shot him a look. Jisung is the only person Minho willingly admitted it to, and he was severely regretting it. “It’s not a breakup because we were never together!” Minho groans, resting his head in his hands. “You sure look like you want to be together. What did she call you again? A jealous boyfriend.” Jisung laughed again, and the group broke out into loud yells. “Dayum you’re really head over heels for her!” Chan yelled, and Minho shook his head rapidly. “I’m not!” he said, and Changbin looked at him pointedly. “Then why are you so opposed to her having a boyfriend, or even a date to the gala?” he asked, trapping Minho in a corner as he struggled to respond. “I-um-“ he said, because he didn’t know. He didn’t know why his blood boiled when he saw another boy approaching you, why he wanted to punch every scumbag's face for even looking at you, and why he felt his stomach flip every single time he saw you and Jaehoon together. Maybe it was just a friendly instinct, but it didn’t explain how he felt like he was in another world when he talked to you, how his heart skipped a beat every time you smiled, and how he felt like he could listen to you laugh for ages. “You’re really in love, hyung.” Seungmin said as Minho snapped back into reality, looking at him as if he’d grown a second head. “In love? How can I be in love?” Minho stammered, and inwardly cursed himself as he saw the smirk grow on Seungmin’s face. “Well, let’s do a test, shall we?” he said, a shit eating grin planted on his face. “Item A: Do you think she’s pretty?” he says, and Minho splutters for an answer. “Well, of course she’s pretty-ah, but-I mean-“ he stammered, and Seungmin grinned. “That’s a yes. Item B: Do you get jealous when other guys talk to her.” he waited a beat before answering his own question. “Never mind, I know the answer. Okay, Item C: Do you get butterflies when you talk to her?” Minho remained silent; Seungmin got his answer. “Yeah, you’re totally in love.”

The next day, in the halls, you were in thought for a while, staring into space, until someone tapped your shoulder. Turning around rapidly, you were half hoping it was Minho. But instead, it was Jaehoon, and you barely disguised the disappointment on your face. “Listen Y/n, I don’t know if you’ve been Christmas shopping yet.” he started, and immediately you knew he was lying. He had asked you out when you were Christmas shopping with Minho…ah. That’s what this was about. Ji’s teasing must have taken a toll on him, and you sighed before smiling tightly as he continued. “And I was wondering if you wanted to go to the Christmas fair with me?” he crossed his fingers and squeezed his eyes shut, just like he had when he first asked you out. His nervous expression might have been endearing to some, but to you, it was just another difference between him and Minho. Those differences became more apparent as the day went on. He had asked you to go the same day, and you had no time to get ready. But you found that you didn’t really care what you wore, deciding on a simple green dress and minimal accessories. You registered he meant it was a date, but for some reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to view it more as a casual outing. Once you step out, you expect Jaehoon to be waiting but nope. He was already at the fair, with his friends. They left after you arrived, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that you didn’t want to be here. You forced a smile at Jaehoon and greeted him, but your eyes were drawn to the carols again. Something about Christmas cheer bringing people together made you giddy. It seemed Jaehoon noticed your stare, because he quickly looked away from you and said in an offhand tone. “Christmas carolling is so overrated. It’s really cringe nowadays.” Your eyes snap up and you try your best not to glare at him. “I guess.” you mutter, shoving past him. The rest of the outing went as imagined. Anything you wanted to do or even look at, Jaehoon would immediately switch the topic onto something else. There was a lot of walking and money spent, but you weren’t having fun. Not fun like you had with-Anyway. As you continued walking, you saw some kids have a snowball fight. Your mind flashed back to what should be called the calm before the storm. It was so fun, and when you fell on top of Minho, the way he looked at you-Your train of thought halts as Jaehoon yells. “Kids! Move out of the fucking way!” you gasp, but the kids scurry away. You turn to look at Jaehoon. “What the hell? They’re kids!” you all but yell, and he seems taken aback. “Kids playing an immature game that’s blocking my baby’s path.” he says, a ridiculously bad attempt at flirting. “First of all. I am not ‘your baby’. They’re kids, playing a game, and you probably ruined their day.” You say, and look at him in disgust. “And mine too, asshat. This was a dumb idea. Forget about taking me to the Gala, son of a bitch” You mutter, walking off, a dumbfounded Jaehoon behind you. As you walked, you realised something. Jaehoon was a nice boy, but really, he was just there at the right place at the right time. You had only said yes because…ah, the ever present Lee Minho. Really, you mostly did all of this for him. Because, once you reach your doorstep, there’s a sinking feeling inside your stomach that knows Ji was right.

You’re really in love with Minho.

Needless to say, both of you had trouble sleeping last night. Each contemplating what to say to the other the next day, which came all too soon. You trudged along the halls with Minho alongside you, because it was lunch. The cafeteria wasn’t full yet, but you barely noticed, your mind consumed with what you planned to say. About your feelings, about your date, about anything. You turn to him, but before you can say anything, he starts to speak. “Listen, Y/n, I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have been that upset over some earrings, and assumed I have a right to dictate what you’re allowed to wear.” he says, looking down at you, his eyes pleading. “I don’t know how to make up for it, and you don’t have to forgive me, but I’m really sorry.” he breathed, and when you didn’t say anything, he added “I miss you.” You look up at him. “I really hate it when we’re like this.” you say weakly, your hand instinctively reaching for his, and he takes it. “I hate it too.” he says, giving it a reassuring squeeze. And now, looking into his eyes, his arm in yours, you feel this sense of self confidence. “Do you want to make up for it?” you ask, and he nods eagerly, his eyes curious. “Give me a Christmas miracle.” you say, and he looks at you quizzically. “How?” You take a deep breath. “By being my date to the Christmas Gala.” He was taken aback, his hand slipping from yours. All the previous self confidence was diminished at Minho’s reaction, Yusun’s words repeating in your head. He’d never want someone like you anyway. And it looked like she was right. Well, you thought she was, until you felt Minho’s lips on yours.

You stood, frozen for a moment as Minho kissed you, gently but with burning passion that stunned you. You could barely register his lips over yours, your heart beating right out of your chest. He pulled away, embarrassed. “Sorry, that was too far, sorry, I-“ this time, you cut him off, kissing him hard, your hands looping around his neck. He kissed you back with equal ferocity, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer. Your hands moved up, playing with his hair, while he grabbed your waist possessively, like he never wanted to let go. Unfortunately, oxygen is necessary for the human body, but as they broke apart for air, they were interrupted by a loud screech. “YOU LIKE MINHO?! BUT I THOUGHT HE WAS MINE!” Yusun squawked, pushing through the crowd in the cafeteria and walking out. Which is when you realise that there were a lot of people who just witnessed you kiss. Like the whole damn school. Minho’s friends jeered him and cheered him on, with a few of your friends wolf whistling jokingly. Your eyes were drawn to Ji, a smirk on her face. Triumph. You laughed a little, but then your smile faded when you realised that if Yusun and Ji were here, then it was only a matter of time before-“Y/n? This is who you left me for?” Jaehoon yelled, suddenly right in front of you. Minho stepped forward, but you waved him off. This was your fight. “Not really, but it was a large part of the reason.” you say, rolling your eyes as he gaped at you. “Come on, I’m so much better!” he whined like a five year old, and the need to berate him like a toddler grew stronger. “That’s for me to decide, dickhead.” you say coolly, your eyes narrowing, and the audience laughed. Embarrassed, Jaehoon used the worst trick in the book. “You switch guys so easily. No wonder, you were always a damn whore.” Everyone gasped, and Minho made a lunge for Jaehoon, but you got to him first. You punched him straight in the face, with gasps and laughs from the audience. He got up, his nose a mess, his upper lip bleeding. He practically ran out, and you turned to Minho, who was looking at you with a mixture of fear and admiration. “Remind me to never get on your bad side.” he said, and you laughed, nodding, as you left the cafeteria.

Fast forward to the Christmas Gala. You quite literally spent hours getting ready, trying to find the perfect dress, flawless make up and stunning accessories. Finally, you were satisfied with how you looked. You walked outside, where Ninho was waiting for you. His breath caught in his throat. You were wearing an A line sparkling red dress with a white feather train, a silver necklace framing your collarbone. Your hair was curled, falling down your back, your makeup light but enchanting. “You look-“ Minho breathed, his eyes taking over your body as he held out his hand. “Beautiful.” You blushed, taking his hand as you got into the car. By the time you arrived, the party was in full swing, everyone was dancing or drinking. You walked in, hand in hand with Minho. Ji pulls you to the dance floor almost immediately, babbling something about best friends before boyfriends. As you danced, you felt a sense of satisfaction. You had the perfect boyfriend, the best friends, and most importantly, just enough love for both of them. As the adrenaline dimmed, a slow song came on. After dancing for a while, you finally feel familiar fingers on your waist, pulling you closer. “May I have this dance?” Minho asked lightly, his eyes shining. “You may.” you giggled, and took his hand, placing one on his shoulder. Both of you swayed silently, simply entranced in each other. It was the comfortable kind of silence where no one felt the need to fill it with unnecessary words. As the music and the party came to an end, you spoke softly, leaning into Minho’s ear. “I love you.” you whisper, kissing him on the cheek softly. Before you know it, his lips are on yours again. A gentle kiss, barely more than a peck, but it makes you blush nonetheless. “I love you too.” he said, barely pulling away. You laughed as he looked at you like an excited puppy. And as you look into his eyes, you come to a conclusion.

“This is the best Christmas miracle I could have asked for!”

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chocostrwberry · 7 months ago

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If yall have noticed, I often mention “seasons” when describing the timeline of my AU.

“Choco?? What are these seasons you are talking about? Why are there only three when the show has five??”

Sit down, little one, and let me tell you a story…

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But anyways-

I have split the events that happen in my AU into seasons because then it’s easier for me to keep my facts and timeline in order! All episodes are in exact order/sequence of events!

Season 1: Gabriel can create sentimonsters.

In this season, it’s establishing the world of Miraculous. Marinette and Adrien is learning how to be miraculous holders while navigating their own lives.

Origins: Marinette becomes Ladybug for the first time alongside Chat Noir to defeat Stormy Weather.

Ladybug and Chat Noir defeat an Akumatized Mylène, Animelle. Together, they visit Master Fu for more information on their new duties.

Marinette has a hard time balancing being Ladybug and her civilian self. Ladybug and Chat Noir have to team up to defeat a game-themed teenage akuma.

Sweetpea: Marinette enters a design challenge with Alix, and Adrien is her model! Rose is akumatized into Sweetpea after a health scare makes her unable to help her team with their design.

To Be or Not to Be: There is a school play, and Chloe will stop at nothing to get the main lead. Ladybug struggles to win over Chat Noir, who seems oblivious to her attempts at flirting.

Boy meets Girl: Marinette develops a crush on the class’s most popular boy after defending Juleka against Chloe. LB and CN battle Reflekta.

Princess Justice: Marinette is chosen to submit a dress design to high-fashion company represented by Chloe’s mother. Jealous of her success, Chloe destroys her project, causing Marinette to be Akumatized.

Fish Food: Ladybug and Chat Noir have to defeat an akuma who goes by the name of Captain Kraken. For the Winter Ball, Marinette makes plans to ask Luka to be her date.

Winter Formal: The winter formal is here, but Marinette is worried about an akuma attack that might ruin her chances with Luka.

Be My Lover: Now that Marinette is officially dating Luka, Adrien’s jealousy becomes more apparent. Chloe’s repetitive and harsh rejections of Kim turns him into Dark Cupid.

Road Rage: Adrien has a fight with Chloe about her behavior towards others, and she acts out once again and Nino is akumatized into a foul-mouthed biker with a vendetta against her.

New Girl: A transfer student is introduced to the class, but Marinette is suspicious of her two-faced behavior.

Prophetica: Marinette’s constant lying and lack of trust makes her and Alya have a fight after she fails to bring cupcakes to her sisters’ birthday party.

Primadonna: After Chloe’s mother decides to take her half-sister to her movie premiere debut instead of her last-minute, Chloe becomes Primadonna and turns Paris into her own personal black-and-white film.

Sabrina seeks Marinette’s help to expose Lila after she comes between Sabrina and Chloe’s friendship.

King of Music: Jagged Stone is akumatized and it is revealed that Luka and Juleka are his children. Marinette’s duties as Ladybug become more demanding and her relationship with Luka strains.

Winter Wonderland: After Chloe misses one of Sabrina’s recitals, she is Akumatized into Ice Queen and turns Paris into an eternal winter.

Marinette misses one of Luka’s concerts, where he was going to debut a song he wrote for her. They break up and he is Akumatized into Heartrocker.

Liar, Liar: Marinette finally tells the class who Lila really is, but they have a hard time believing her. Lila is Akumatized into Miss Miracle and offers her services to Hawkmoth in order to take down Ladybug.

Lila strikes a deal with Gabriel when Adrien invites her over to his home out of pity. Hawkmoth’s identity and motives are revealed. Chat Noir takes Ladybug to see Master Fu for help because of Plagg’s warning against Lila.

A New Guardian: Master Fu makes Ladybug the new Guardian before Lila can get to the Miracle Box.

Goldbug: The peacock miraculous is fixed. Hawkmoth unifies the miraculous to become Shadowmoth. He creates Miss Miracle’s first sentimonster: Goldbug. Marinette becomes Firefly to defeat them both.

The time span for this season is about 4 months, starting in the beginning of Junior year.

Season 2: Emelie wakes up.

This season focuses on the lore of the miraculous. Ladybug unifies miraculous every other episode to defeat both akumas and sentimonsters. Lots of kwami-swaps and unified ladybug happen in this season! (Scarabella, Queen Bee, Carapace, Ladybee, etc.) Marinette is also warming up to Adrien.

Chat Noir is skeptical she’s the right pick to be guardian, and she takes that personally. She decides to unify against Reflekta and her sentimonster, Reflekdoll.

Mr. Midas: After rejecting an expensive present, Chloe’s father is Akumatized into Mr. Midas and wants to turn everything into gold for his beloved daughter. Tigerbug and Chat Noir try and defeat him and his sentimonster.

Sweet Dreams: Ladybug becomes Hercula after a sleepy akuma discreetly puts Paris into an eternal slumber.

A Spider’s Web: Ladybug becomes Mantigirl to defeat Arachnia, a kindergarten teacher who is Akumatized at the Paris Zoo and trapped Adrien and others.

Marinette comes down with a mysterious illness, and so it’s up to Scarabella and Chat Noir to save Paris from an Akumatized grandmother and her gang of angry sentidogs!

The Wailing Lady: Firefly and CN battle against a grieving widow and her sentimonster, a giant willow tree in the middle of Paris who she believes is her deceased spouse.

Sugar and Spice: Marinette faints while working at the bakery. This makes Sabine anxious, and she is Akumatized into Mother Desserts. Marinette and Chat Noir work together to save her.

Tikki suggests giving others different miraculous to help her fight the akumas and sentimonsters. Adrien tells Chloe about his crush on Marinette thanks to Plagg. Chat Noir visits Marinette and takes her on a trip around Paris.

Operation Ladybug: Luka suspects Marinette is Ladybug, and he recruits Alya to help him figure out the truth. Chloe starts treating Marinette with less disdain, much to everyone’s surprise. Firefly and Chat Noir fight another akuma and sentimonster.

Bon Appétit!: Alya’s mother becomes akumatized while working at the hotel. Ladybug and Alya work together while Chat Noir tries to keep Chloe and Sabrina. Alya’s suspicions are confirmed, but she tells Luka to stop digging.

Kwami Captor: After some mischevious kwami escape the miracle box with their jewels, Marinette becomes Multimouse to hunt them all down.

Queen Bee: Chloe decides to use the Bee miraculous she found to try and help Mantigirl and Chat Noir. Her need for attention makes the mission not go according to plan. Chat Noir and Marinette have an argument about his secret identity.

Protector of All: Nino and Adrien are in charge of elitist children for a day while Marinette and the class set up a school sponsor event. When an akuma attacks, it’s up to Nino to protect the kids while Tigerbug and Chat Noir defends them. Luka finally gives up his suspicions.

Miracle Team: The Miracle Team meet up for the first time to take down an akuma. But they struggle to actually work together! Chat Noir breaks up with Marinette, leaving them both devastated.

Soulmates: Marinette and Adrien spend the day together to find a gift for Chloe’s birthday. Nathalie finds out about Gabriel and Lila’s dark deeds with Hawkmoth.

Happy Birthday Chloe!: Chloe’s birthday party goes awry, thanks to Lila’s sabotage, and Chloe is Akumatized.

Sick Day: Marinette is too sick to go to school most days and struggles with night terrors. She is worried about her health, and talks to Tikki about it. Alya, Nino, Luka, and Sabrina try to clear Marinette’s name. Adrien visits Marinette at the bakery.

Marinette vs The World: Marinette’s friends finally has what they need to prove Lila is terrible once and for all. But Adrien isn’t sure it’s the best idea.

Cheer up, Marinette: After unifying once again to defeat an akuma, Marinette’s condition is so bad she is bedridden and cannot celebrate Chinese New Year with her family. The kwamis try to cheer her up. Adrien is growing worried about his father’s health and seeks comfort in Nathalie.

Like Mother, Like Daughter: Chloe’s influencer half-sister, Zoe, comes to Paris. Chloe humiliates her out of hurt and anger, and Zoe is Akumatized into Delightfulee.

Reign of Bourgeois: Chloe’s mother arrives in Paris after hearing about her outburst against Zoe. She is then promptly akumatized into Stylix and takes over the city. What’s worse, she has put a bounty on Chloe’s head.

A Sunny Day: The Miracle Team accepts Vesperia as the new Bee miraculous holder. Her outgoing positivity is welcomed, but her hesitation puts them in danger.

Never Trust a Fox: Trixx abandons Alya and runs away with the fox miraculous, pledging his loyalty to Lila instead. Volpina tricks LB and Chat Noir into thinking she’s on their side. Ladybug has to unify once again in order to defeat her and the akuma once she betrays them.

The Wish, Pt. 1: Because Marinette is out of commission, Scarabella, Vesperia, Carapace, and Chat Noir have to fight against Volpina, The Wailing Lady, and her sentimonster.

The Wish, Pt 2: Gabriel now has the Ladybug and Cat miraculous. Marinette and Adrien follow Volpina to the Agreste mansion, and Adrien learns the hard truth about his father.

By the end of the season, Shadowmoth has completed his mission and trades his life for Emelie’s. A part of Lila’s backstory is revealed.

This season ends at the end of Junior year, breaching into summer.

Season 3: Marinette’s Sacrifice

This is the final season of my AU!

Summer Break: Adrien’s doppelgänger cousin Felix attends the school after visiting with his aunt and uncle over the summer to help Emelie readjust. Lila now has a new name, Cerise Blanc, a woman sent by The Order. Emelie decides to give Cerise the butterfly and peacock miraculous in exchange for her having The Order keep an eye on Adrien. Cerise unifies the Peacock and Butterfly miraculous to become The Empress.

Return of the Butterfly: Rose is akumatized into Sweetpea once again after receiving devastating news about her condition. The Miracle Team return to take it down.

The Emperor’s Daughter: Adrien’s mother surprises him with his fiancé, Kagami, who he hasn’t seen in years. Her social class proves difficult for her to make friends.

Paper Flowers: Because of his shy nature, Felix makes an origami flower with a romantic poem written inside of it for Kagami. However, Kagami believes it was Adrien and becomes determined to make their relationship work.

Felix becomes depressed over Adrien and Kagami’s relationship while going out with them for the upcoming winter formal. Emelie grows jealous of how close Nathalie is with Adrien and sends her on a business trip abroad.

Boys’ Night: Emelie’s hovering nature makes Nino worried for Adrien. He starts to encourage Adrien to rebel a bit, but Nino didn’t expect Adrien to become so out of control when he’s off a leash. Meanwhile, the girls on the Miracle Team are having a sleepover to buy exclusive Jagged Stone tickets.

The Star: Adrien is akumatized into The Star after Emelie tells him she will unenroll him from school and return to homeschooling because of his recent behavior. She also fires Nathalie.

Tales of Scarabella and Kitty Noire: Adrien is under house arrest and Marinette’s sickness is coming back, so Scarabella and Kitty Noire have to keep Paris safe!

Hanabira: Kagami witnesses Adrien and Marinette together while waiting for their date at the Louvre, and is Akumatized and takes over the museum.

The Masked Lady and Me: When Cerise catches Felix looking for the peacock miraculous, Cerise later introduces herself as Madame Morphosis and makes a deal with him to avoid unification sickness. Felix’s backstory is revealed.

Our Frozen Hearts: Felix and Marinette find an unexpected common ground when they are forced to watch Adrien and Kagami dance together as Winter King and Queen.

Sentimaggedon: Madame Morphosis tests Felix to see whether or not she should let him keep the peacock miraculous she gave to him. In a desperate attempt to prove himself, Felix as Argos creates multiple sentimonsters that accidentally bring about the apocalypse. It’s up to the Miracle Team, with Dragonbug, to save the city.

Cat and Mouse: Marinette uses the Mouse miraculous once again to be undercover while dealing with akuma-related disappearances. But Chat Noir won’t take any chances and hunts her down to bring her miraculous to Ladybug.

The End of Us: Kagami breaks off the engagement with Adrien. Adrien then asks out Marinette, who delightfully says yes.

Motherbird: Emelie willingly becomes Akumatized by Madame Morphosis in order to keep her son Adrien under her watchful eye.

Sing a Little Song: Clara Nightingale, an American popstar and a close friend to Zoe, comes to Paris to shoot a music video. But her overbearing manager and strict schedule causes her to become akumatized into Frightingale.

Birds of Prey: While hanging out with Marinette, Kagami is kidnapped by Argos. The Miracle Team have to defeat Argos’s sentimonsters in order to rescue her.

Frenemies: Adrien is trying to get Chloe to warm up more to the idea of Marinette and him being together. Marinette helps Felix overcome his fears and talk to Kagami.

Bonded by Our Sins: After getting closer to Kagami, Felix tries to back away from Madame Morphosis’s control. However, she scares him into submission by threatening to hurt Kagami.

Who is Lila Rossi?: Argos is sent by Madame Morphosis to take Marinette’s miracle box after being informed by Trixx. But him and Marinette devise a plan to trick her.

True Love: Felix confesses his feelings to Kagami at the fashion show and shares his secret with her. Volpina hunts Marinette’s classmates one by one for the scattered miraculous, using extreme measures to get what she wants.

Let’s Do This, Together: The miracle team, along with Argos, has to defend Paris against Lila, who has unified most of the miraculous and become a magical hybrid monster.

Always and Forever: Ladybug and Chat Noir decide to take one last stand against Lila.

Happily Ever After: Marion, a 12 year old girl, discovers small magical creatures who live in her favorite music box!

Quick explanation for episodes 22-24:

Lila collects and unifies most of the miraculous, becoming a monster-animal hybrid and losing herself and all sense of rational. Marinette exposes her identity to all of Paris because of her, and Marinette is aware in a few hours everyone she’s ever known will forget her. Chat Noir reveals himself as Adrien to her before she takes his and the Ladybug miraculous, and unifies them to become Gimmi Marinette and destroy her for good!

Marinette feels Senti-Queen’s mixed emotions of betrayal and hate and loneliness, and her kindness shines through. She uses the Lucky Charm to rebirth Ah Lam as a child, giving her the opportunity to live a normal and love-filled life, the one she never had.

The time span is towards the end of Senior Year, when they were suppose to graduate.

AFTERMATH

So Marinette no longer exists, no one remembers her, and there’s a child version of Lila now.

Now what??

Child Lila is adopted by Marinette’s parents, who have always wanted to have a child. They rename her Marion. It means “wished for child” :,) But also “sea of sorrows”, symbolizing Lila’s life and the pain she caused!

After reading Marinette’s diary, the city knows she was Ladybug. They create a new park called “Ladybug Park” in memory of Marinette.

The Order of the Guardians come to reclaim the jewels unified by Lila, but the kwami refuse to be captured again and flee with their jewels. They all go back to the miracle box for safety. Marion finds the miracle box in Marinette’s old room, and unknowingly becomes the next Guardian.

Adrien only remembers Ladybug, and believes she was the one to unify the miraculous. He has no real recollection of Marinette, but subconsciously feels the loss.

Congrats for making it to the end heheh!

Have some cake! 🍰

Eat it under this rainbow for a break! You deserve it!

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“BUT CHOCO!!”

“You still haven’t explained why there are only three seasons!”

Oh yeah! Sorry!

It’s because I feel like it took 5 seasons in canon to explain what happened in 3. I imagine my AU to be a Disney-owned show that was about to cancelled.

How can I sum up the plot of Miraculous Ladybug in 3 seasons, 12-15 episodes each?

LMAOSJW-

But yup! That’s it! Hope you had fun reading!!

#chocoau lore #building my master post!!#SOMEONE MENTIONED THE NAME GOLDBUG FOR LILAS UNIFIED FORM AND I LIKED IT SO THANK YOU WHOEVER YOU WERE #I have been putting off posting this for a month bc I was nervous on what y’all would think about it #but I get so many asks about the lore esp with the art I post #so I’ve decided to do it!! y’all deserve to know what’s going on here!!#I also didn’t include “filler” episodes in this #so it SEEMS like lots of things happen very quickly but there are little adventures spread out in between!#miraculous ladybug #mlb au #miraculous au

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thelikesofus · 9 months ago

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Established relationship Buddie. Eddie’s sister has a baby and they travel down to Texas to meet the baby. DIAZ SIBLINGS UNITE! Seriously though the sibling dynamic in this is off the charts and Buck and Eddie are sickeningly in love, it is quite beautiful.

meet me where the tide comes in by @iinryer | G | 4k

A 3+1 fic about Eddie getting kissed on the head. FOREHEAD KISSES PTSD MORE HEAD KISSES AND BOYS IN LOVE!! Need I say anything more??

The one where Buck gets turned into a dog by @911onabc | G | 9k

Law Suit era BUT WAIT WAIT….DOG BUCK!! I am a sucker for fic where one of them gets turned into an animal. They are much more free with their affection when they think it's just a dog, or just a cat, and the bond between Eddie and "Boy" is so so wonderful. And I do love a happy ending xx

can't do this anymore (do it anyway) by @chronicowboy | T | 2k

Short and sweet but GOD this packs a punch. Eddie starts dating after the lightning strike and Buck is feeling Big Bad about it. He is so sad it truly breaks my heart but all works itself out in the end and Eddie proves Buck’s fears wrong.

We Found Each Other (Over There) by @thekristen999 | T | 46k

Buddie WWII AU. A combat medic and a G.I. meet during one of the world’s greatest battles. This fic is a legitimate masterpiece. I cannot describe to you the quality of this fic because it is beyond words but I will tell you I stayed up until 3:30 am to finish it in one sitting and was left broken but made so so whole again.

the mortifying ordeal of being known by @the-amber-raven | G | 60k

AU where Bobby is Buck’s adoptive Dad and Eddie is dating Buck but Eddie and Bobby think they are talking about two different people. Buck is training at the fire academy but hiding it from Bobby. This fic is the most beautiful tangle of miscommunication, love and family.

like all good things are by @try-set-me-on-fire | T | 7k

Perfect, amazing, soul-destroying, magical, healing Fic. This literally covers all the bases. Chim and Bobby both get injured. OH! and Buck and Eddie were secretly dating all along. READ THIS FIC PEEPS!

find a way to you (if it kills me) by @eddiediazes | M | 19k

The one where Eddie decides to start dating again, Buck figures out his own feelings just a minute too late, and then he spends a week going through the five stages of grief. BUCK PINING LV.10000000!

and i’d choose you (in a hundred lifetimes) by @monsterrae1 | E | 16k

Amnesia Exes fic by the wonderful Rae. Buck and Eddie fall in love via a penpal program and then Buck vanishes. This fic is set four years later. I literally could not put it down. I was reading it in class and then sat in my car for who knows how long just to finish it because I could not continue my day without knowing how it ended.

he never thinks of me (except when i'm on TV) by @loserdiaz | M | 18k

APRIL'S FAMOUS!BUCK AND ARMY!EDDIE FIC!! In which Eddie finds out years later that his unrequited feelings for his high school best friend were not actually unrequited, Buck is stupidly famous now and they pine. OH THEY PINNNEEEEE! It’s delicious.

every time we stop talking (the universe starts screaming) by @chronicowboy | M | 21k

Alternative S7, Buddie Divorce Era Pt.2. Buck does something reckless and Eddie gets angry about it but these boys cannot communicate effectively to save their lives! This fic is peak angst to a happy ending and I felt like I had a hole in my chest OMG.

left your mark on this heart by @chronicowboy | G | 5k

Buck gets medically diagnosed with butterflies and the doctor makes him write in a notebook every time it happens. Surprise, surprise, the cause and effect is Eddie-related. The notebook entries kill me in the best way, the happiest happy ending

ALSO, YES THIS IS THE THIRD FIC BY THE SAME AUTHOR ON THIS LIST WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT?? READ IT IS WHAT! COS THEY'RE SO DAMN GOOD.

endless numbered days by @cal-daisies-and-briars | G | 13k

Buck and Eddie's wedding but from Bobby's POV as Bobby reflects on the family he lost and the one he gained. Absolutely beautiful, I cried.

don’t wanna let you love somebody else but me by @shitouttabuck | T | 14k

Chris wants dating advice so obviously Buck and Eddie decide to Fake Date for research purposes. This fic is PEAK adorable, sappy, and awkward Buddie. They’re idiots but we love them and the certainly love each other. READ THIS FIC!

#buddie #buddie fic recs #buddie fic rec list 5 #buck x eddie #eddie diaz #evan 'buck' buckley #911 #911 fic recs #meegs rec list

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lennjamin-o7 · 2 months ago

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Thought it was time to return the curse upon you for once... (also inspired vaguely by the DMs from earlier so hehe)

AU where Techno is a superhero.

Not just any superhero, really. One of the best. He manages to keep the city crime free almost singlehandedly and does so without breaking a sweat. Though he does work together with another hero named Phil and the two are thick as thieves.

It's hotly debated among fangroups of civilians why Techno joined the hero ranks. Since he doesn't exactly make it subtle that he's an introvert, fame is off the list. Techno is kind of brash and awkward too, he doesn't strike people as the sort of guy who does it for something as vague as 'helping people' - he also might get a bit too excited about new villains for that to ring true. There are rumors that his family was killed by a villain and this is Techno getting revenge, but this rumor is never verified. Maybe money? Money is a pretty good motivator.

The truth is that Techno is incredibly bored.

Techno peaked in high school and is so incredibly gifted kid coded. (/hj)

And hero work is a great adrenaline kick, a thrilling situation to throw himself into. Especially villains who come up with wild schemes. Maybe, just maybe, it's even bordering on depression. He has to keep busy with hero work or he literally can't bother to get out of bed or motivate himself for much of anything.

Things have been better since Phil came along. Phil is, in a twist on the usual dynamic, the less experienced one when it comes to hero work (despite being so much older lol, Phil was a civilian hiding his powers before). So he's teamed with Techno to learn the ropes, and the two hit it off, and the team-up becomes permanent. Phil is the first and only person Techno considers a friend. And after befriending Phil, Techno gradually gets a few hobbies (he's cultivating a potato plant in the hero association dorm, he's reading books Phil recommends to him, he's playing chess with Phil on slow afternoons).

But Phil would still like for Techno to have more of an identity outside of his hero work. Techno brushes him off. It's almost a running joke at this point.

(Technoblade is not his real name. It's his hero name. Techno has no civilian identity, never bothered to maintain one. This is concerning to Phil).

Whenever Phil thinks he's made some progress, a new villain will pop up or something will happen and ALL of Techno's attention will go to that again. And then after it's over he'll be bummed out because Techno usually beats the villain very easily and it doesn't pose a challenge for not. What Techno truly needs is an archnemesis.

Good thing that one day, a new supervillain pops up in town.

He's cruel, and he's smart, and he's ruthless. And he's very, very strong. Strong enough to almost beat Techno into the ground one-handed during their first confrontation, though Techno manages to win just barely. It's as if this new villain knows all his moves, his weaknesses. It's exhilarating.

The new villain calls himself The Crowfather.

(Fangroups don't really debate on why Phil joined hero work. But if they did some digging, they might find out that Phil once almost died, and the only thing that kept him from dying was a hero saving him. Technoblade.

They might find out that Phil became a hero not because he cares about the status, or saving people. He just wanted to get closer to Techno. To repay him, somehow, any way he can.

Even if it means murdering a bunch of innocent people.)

Hey, Techno is smiling a lot more now that he has The Crowfather to go up against. And isn't that all that matters :)

[this was so rambly, i'm not very good at this and u can tell lol]

I've think I've kept this hostage long enough Shara Friend. It has been kept for my eyes alone long enough. Now, I freely share it.

Fuck yeah bored Super Hero Technoblade! You popped off with this. I love Sneaky Philza standing by his side and, if it makes him happy, standing against him as well. Who cares about the ants he has to squish to see Technoblade HAPPY. An easy and small price to pay for the guy who saved him.

Gosh, I love this. The DRAMA that would ensue when everything is found out. How will that go? Will Technoblade be appalled? Disgusted? Angry?

Or maybe, just a tiny bit curious about how interesting it would be to be a Villain.

Love it. Love it so much. I want to CORRUPT this version of Technoblade so so SOOO much!!!!

#lenn writes #ask and ye shall receive #other's aus #sharada-n #anarchy-and-piglins #technoblade #philza

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azuramarigold · 1 month ago

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Underground Dealings

You were a typical office worker that one day gets fired at your job at a smaller office ran by Naoya Zen'in, but your friend, Yuji Itadori, who works at a small coffee shop that you discovered a year ago on your way to work, suggests that you apply to his uncle's company. What you didn't realize was that your assets were going to be important to the company in every department, and that every head, from the CEO to legal has their own underground dealings on what keeps the company afloat.

Characters: officeworker!reader x CEO!Sukuna, officeworker!reader x businessassociate!Gojo, officeworker!reader x salaryman!Nanami; other pairings to be added

Other characters: Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Nobara Kugisaki, Naoya Zen'in, Maki Zen'in, Mai Zen'in, Uraume; other characters to be added.

Genre: modern au, eventual smut, 18+, angst, violence, gore

WARNINGS: (eventual) smut, blood, violence, gore, using weapons, death, drug use, smoking, alcohol use, cussing.

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Ch. 1 - Word Count: ~3.8k

Chapter 1: The Interview

The next day it was raining, and there was no point in getting up when your alarm indicated as now you didn’t have a job anymore.

There was also no point in going to the coffee shop either as it was on your way to the office. Again, you no longer worked over there. Lying in bed, wrapped in dark cotton sheets as rain spattered against your windows was almost relaxing, but at the same time a sense of dread enveloped you.

If you didn’t find a job soon, you’d get behind on rent. How will groceries get paid? Not to mention that student loans were still there and knocking at the door of your checking account every month. The reality was starting to set in, and your hands gripped the sheets tightly.

Your phone began to ring, causing you to sit upright in a panic, your heart racing. Frantically, you look for your phone that you forgot was somewhere in your bed. You managed to find it just before it went to voicemail.

“H-Hello…!?” you answered the phone breathlessly, not even bothering to see who it was.

“Is this Y/N L/N?” It was the same gravelly voice from the night before.

You cleared your throat. “Um, yes, this is she…” you replied, trying to sound professional.

“Is this a cellphone that you’re calling from?” the man inquired.

“Yes.”

“I’m going to text you the address of Ryōmen Enterprises so that you can come for a face-to-face interview today at four.”

You blinked in surprise.

“Is that going to be a problem, sweetheart…?” a teasing tone pressed on the other line. “The brat made it seem like you really needed-”

“Yes! I’ll be there!” you nearly shouted into the phone. “Please text me the address!”

A rumble of a chuckle. “Alright. Please dress professionally and bring a copy of your resume then. It’ll be a pleasure to meet you.”

Click.

You threw your phone back onto your bed and made your way to the bathroom, a need to get ready for this interview. Turning on the water and showerhead and preparing one of your nicer shampoos and soaps that you’d normally use on a date, but this was important!

Throughout the night Yuji had texted you a bit about his uncle, which was odd to you as he never talked about his family except for his late grandfather. Yuji had mentioned that his uncle for years was striking deals left and right, making extra money wherever he could until in the last two years he founded his company. He even mentioned that his uncle had paid for his private high school education after his grandfather had passed and is paying for his college, but only if he did some intern work once in awhile at the office and earned some of his own way with the coffee shop.

You tried to ask for a picture of his uncle, just to see what he looked like. All Yuji replied with was, “You’ll know it’s him when you see him… trust me.”

In the shower you scrubbed yourself clean, making sure there was nothing out of place. Scrubbing your hair and putting in the right amount of the conditioning mask you enjoy so much. Exfoliating your skin was necessary and shaving was part of your routine as the mask deeply conditioned your hair.

Once you were all set and rinsed, you wrapped a towel around your hair and body and made your way back to your room. The closet was organized a certain way, the left half being your business attire while the right half was your casual wear. You decided on a nice black pencil skirt and dark pastel purple blouse, you have heard comments that the blouse brought out the color of your eyes very well and the skirt curved against your hips nicely.

Getting ready was almost nerve-wracking. What if you didn’t land this job…? Where else could you go…? Maybe the coffee shop was a good option after all…

The final outfit was a wonderful touch of professionalism. The pencil skirt was slightly above your knees, but you were wearing sheer tights, so you didn’t show much skin. Around your neck to accent your blouse was a dandelion-colored scarf, tied into the furoshiki style. A pair of black pumps would look excellent you decided as you looked over yourself in the mirror.

Makeup has always been simple for you, light foundation with a hint of blush. Eyeshadow to match the blouse, the wonderful pastel purple, and the black eyeliner and mascara really made your eyes pop. Pink lipstick is what you went with, subtle and innocent, as you can’t be too bold like with red.

You put your hair up in a nice, tight bun, letting the loose hairs frame your face in subtle curls. A touch of perfume on the nape of your neck, very light as it was Eau Fraiche to not trigger a migraine, with the subtle jasmine and cedar fragrance.

By the time it was two, you were all ready to go. You decided to make your way out the door as you did rely on public transportation to get to where you needed to go for the most part. Taking the train to the business district of Tokyo was easy this time of day as many people were starting to get off work and be on their way home, so it was no issue finding a train and seat.

As you looked at the address, you realized that the office was actually down the street from the coffee shop that Yuji and the others worked at. Which meant if you got the job, you could still visit them. It warmed your heart that you could still see them.

As the train stopped at the station and you got onto the platform, you realized it was barely three, so you decided that with the extra time you had you would visit the shop. They did close at four as you knew that Megumi and Nobara had to get home, Yuji never specified where he went, but now you assumed it was to work a couple of hours as an intern at his uncle’s company.

The bell chimed as you entered the coffee shop, Megumi wiping down tables as Nobara manned the counter. Both looked up and saw you and gave smiles.

“OH MY GOSH!” Nobara squealed as she vaulted over the counter. “YOU LOOK AMAZING! YOU ARE GOING TO GET THE JOB ON THIS ALONE!”

Megumi grimaced at the loudness of Nobara’s voice. “Hey, she still needs to do a proper interview… it’s not about looks…” he reminded her.

You gave a sigh, “Yeah, and I’m totally nervous… I think I only got the job with your cousin because he kept staring at my chest for too long and forgot what it was even about…”

Megumi gave a frown. “That asshole…” he grumbled.

You looked around, noticing that you did not hear or see Yuji. “Hey, where’s Yuji at?” you asked.

“At his uncle’s office building, it’s just down the street from here,” Nobara replied, crossing her arms. “He leaves around 2:30pm to go intern there for a few hours.”

Your guess was correct. “What is his major in college anyways…?” you then asked. During the year you visited the coffee shop you had never asked, which made you feel a tad bit guilty. Yuji always asked you so many questions, as did Nobara, and even Megumi asked a question here and there, but you never asked them any.

“Business,” both Megumi and Nobara replied in unison.

“He’s got a scholarship at a decent university for athletics,” Megumi then added. “But he’s majoring in business to properly take over the coffee shop here and possibly franchise it.”

“Oh, that’s nice,” you hummed. You had no idea about that with Yuji. The young man had such a bubbly personality that you never thought he’d be a business major in college. You then gave a smile. “Well, if I get this job, I can still come for my coffee…! Speaking of…”

“GOT IT!” Nobara shouted as she vaulted over the counter once again.

Megumi frowned. “You and Yuji need to stop doing that… you two are going to end up crashing into something one day…” he groaned in annoyance.

“You’re just jealous that you don’t look cool doing it!” Nobara bragged, sticking her tongue out at him. Withing minutes she got your usual coffee order ready. “And it’s done, Y/N! Feel free to tip me for my awesome service!”

You gave a laugh as you paid for the coffee and once again gave a decent tip. “Of course, Nobara, I wouldn’t dream of not giving you a tip,” you assured her.

“My tip would be to stop vaulting over the damn counter…!” Megumi told you both.

You checked your watch, realizing it was half an hour before your interview. You gave the two your goodbyes and made your way out of the shop. Sipping on your coffee as you walked down the street, already seeing a tall, glass building that was beginning to loom before you. The sign outside the building indicated that it was “Ryōmen Enterprises”, so you knew it was the right place.

You took a deep breath, calming your nerves, and made your way inside, your pumps clicking against the polished floors. Inside there was a nice, muted gray, chairs and couches around the main floor for people to relax in before meetings or to meet with someone. The reception desk was directly ahead of the entrance, and you made your way there quickly.

The person behind the desk was clicking on her keyboard, her hair long and dark brown. She wore a simple dark green turtleneck blouse with a white long sleeve sweater, her nails a nice teal in color. Her eyes, a nice brown oak, darted to you as she finished what she was doing.

“Hello, how can I help you?” she then asked. You noted that there were bags under her eyes, and she had a small beauty mark on her right eye.

“Hello, my name is Y/N L/N, I have an interview at-” you began but she interrupted you by picking up her phone.

“Hey, Uraume?” the woman spoke. “Yeah, this is Shoko… that interview you mentioned is here.” A pause. “Yeah, I know she’s early…” Another pause and Shoko winced at a sudden bark on the other side of the line. “Yeah, I’ll send her up.” She hung up the phone.

“Uh…” you tentatively murmured. “Is it bad that I’m early…?” you asked softly.

“Not at all, hun,” Shoko replied as she prepared a guest badge. “Take this to the elevator and scan it to access the top floor.”

You took the guest badge. “Thank you…” You walked to the elevator and pressed the button and waited for it to arrive.

While waiting, someone stepped up beside you and you glanced over to see the most gorgeous blue eyes you have ever seen behind black sunglasses perched at the end of his nose. He was tall, clearly over six feet, with tousled snow-white hair. His tailored suit fitted him well, a black with light gray stripes and black dress shirt, a white tie to match his hair.

“Would you like a picture?” the man asked teasingly with a grin. “They do last longer.” He then adjusted his glasses to cover his eyes, although he did peer over them to give you a glance over.

“GAH!” you nearly yelped, nearly death gripping your coffee cup.

“Although, if you get a picture of me, I would love one of you too,” he then added with a smirk.

The elevator dinged and you entered, quickly scanning your badge, your heart sinking as you realized that the white-haired man entered with you. Now you two were stuck in an enclosed space together after that exchange.

“Are you here for an internship…? Interview…?” the man then pressed. He scanned his own badge as well, but you couldn’t see what his name was on it.

“I-Interview…” you stammered in reply.

The man beamed. “Oh…? Nice! For what department?” he then inquired, clearly interested.

Your eyes widened. “Um… I don’t know…?”

“Huh…? What do you mean you don’t know?”

“All I know is that I’m meeting Mr. Ryōmen for the interview.”

The white-haired man sucked in air through his teeth. “WOW! The big boss huh? Damn!” he laughed.

That certainly wasn’t helping your nerves.

“What’s your name, sweets?” he then asked. “I’m Satoru Gojo, I’m the head of marketing here.”

“I’m Y/N L/N,” you then introduced.

“Hey, don’t be nervous, the man is all bark and no bite!” Gojo assured. “Well… at least to the employees here. He does bite I hear.” He then gave a teasing chuckle.

“Eh…!?” you nearly shrieked.

The elevator dinged on a floor and the doors opened, signaling for Gojo to exit. “See ya around, sweets, hopefully you get the job!” he shouted over his shoulder to you with a wave. “I’d love to give you a tour of the building!”

You couldn’t reply as the doors closed and continued to ascend. With each second, you became much more nervous. The elevator dinged at the final floor, and you exited it, only to be greeted by a familiar pink-haired boy.

“Hey! You made it, Y/N!” Yuji’s voice excitedly said. He was no longer in his coffee shop uniform but in his own tailored suit, a dark gray with a dark gray waistcoat, white dress shirt, and wearing an orange tie neatly tied around his neck. His pink hair was still messy and spikey as ever, although it did look like he tried to comb it through once or twice.

“Yuji!” you beamed. “Why didn’t you ever mention you interned here?”

Yuji nervously chuckled. “Eh, my personal life isn’t very exciting…” he joked. “Here, let me get you to Uraume so you can check in.” He grabbed your hand and dragged you away from the elevator.

It seemed the entire floor was a penthouse office space, where there were a few desks, one that Yuji sat at for his intern work, and the other sat someone with a white bob haircut and wore a nice navy-blue pantsuit. In the back was a main inner office, the placard reading “S. Ryōmen”.

As you and Yuji approached the secretary’s desk, they were just hanging up the phone. Their plum-colored eyes saw you coming and they stood up from their desk to walk around.

“Hello, Miss Y/N,” they greeted, their voice sounding monotone. “I’m Uraume, Mr. Ryomen’s secretary. I’ll let him know that you’re here.”

You gave a look of confusion. This person was not who you talked to yesterday or today.

Yuji noticed your face. “You okay?” he asked gently.

“Uh… yeah,” you lied. “Just nervous.”

Yuji gave a smile. “You’ll do great! I already hyped you up and everything!” he informed.

“You… what!?” you nearly shrieked at him. “Hype me up!? What does that even mean!?” You began to shake his shoulders frantically, trying to shake the answers from him.

Yuji’s eyes were practically rolling, but he still tried to speak. “A-All I did was t-tell him you were fired b-by Naoya Zen’in and that you were a g-good worker…!”

Uraume returned, a white brow raised. “Mr. Itadori, what did you do to anger the young lady…?” they asked him.

“I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING BAD!” Yuji shouted once you let him go.

Uraume only sighed in irritation. “Anyways, he is ready to meet you now,” they informed you. They then glared at Yuji. “And Mr. Itadori, may I remind you that you’re supposed to be entering data…?”

“I got bored…” he then whined.

“Do it brat, if you know what’s good for ya!” a voice barked from the inner main office. Even with the door closed, you could hear how powerful it was.

What you now also realized was that it was the same voice you spoke with the night before and earlier that day. Your face immediately went red.

You must’ve sounded like an idiot on the phone.

“Yeah, fine, fine…!” Yuji shouted back. “My friend is here, so you be nice to her!” He patted your shoulder. “Good luck, Y/N. He’s not always that loud… He just likes to yell at me. Or Gojo.”

Uraume led you to the door and knocked on it, a low “enter” rumbled in reply. The secretary opened the door and gave a small bow in greeting.

“Mr. Ryōmen, here is Miss L/N for the interview,” Uraume informed. “Please let me know if you need anything else.” They promptly shoved you in and shut the door behind you.

When Yuji said that you’d know his uncle when you saw him, he wasn’t kidding. The man had the same pink hair, sharp jawline and nose shape. The main difference was that the man before you had intricate face tattoos decorating his face and his eyes were sharp and fierce; instead of a warm honey-brown in color, they looked like they were brown mixed with red, an odd dark dried blood color with more on the red side. He was also larger in stature, much broader shouldered and muscular, his body filling every part of his expensive black suit perfectly.

“You may have a seat,” Mr. Ryōmen instructed, gesturing to the seat in front of his desk.

You obey instinctively, like a small animal in front of a hunter. You set your resume on the desk in front of you for him to look through and you politely put your hands in your lap.

“You’re friends with the brat, eh?” the man grumbled as he adjusted his blood red tie he was wearing. “I don’t think I recognize you from when he went to high school… Or are you a friend from one of his college classes from last semester?”

“Oh, I met him through the coffee shop,” you replied honestly. “I just happened to stumble across it when walking to my old job.”

“Hmm,” he hummed in response. “The Zen’in’s small office, right? Ran by Naoya Zen’in?” Mr. Ryōmen then grabbed your resume and began to flip through it.

“Yes sir, I was Mr. Zen’in’s personal assistant,” you informed.

“And may I ask why you were fired?”

“Um… well…” You began to nervously wring your hands together. “I’m going to say this… Mr. Zen’in was not very professional. He constantly tries to get with every female worker he has, and on more than one occasion he has tried to make a pass at me.”

Mr. Ryōmen raised a brow. “So, he fired you because you wouldn’t fuck him?” he guessed quite crudely. “Wow, that’s petty… Then again that’s the only way he could get women to sleep with him. Money and intimidation.”

“And I threw my coffee in his face…” you then admitted shyly.

A ghost of a smirk flashed on his lips. “Wow, no wonder why a weird blacklist email came in my inbox last night,” he said. “I honestly would’ve done worse.” He tossed your resume on the desk. “Alright, you’re hired.”

“Huh…?” you dumbly said.

“Do I need to repeat myself?” the man sternly asked. “I said, ‘you’re hired’. You want it in morse code too?” He began to tap his desk in an odd sequence. “Honestly I have no idea what code that could be, for all I know that could be me saying I stole your penguin or something…”

You tilted your head in confusion. “But… you didn’t ask me typical interview questions…?” you prompted. “Like about my work ethic, or why I would want to work here…?”

“I don’t do interviews,” he admitted with a shrug. “Usually Nanami in finance does it, but I wanted to do this one myself since the brat was eager.”

You still looked at him in confusion.

“And I’m not gonna lie,” Mr. Ryōmen said with a sigh as he straightened in his chair, placing his hands in front of him on his desk; you noticed he had tattoos on them as well. “I just want you in my company to rub it in that asshole’s face. I ended up not doing that deal with them as well after what the brat said.”

You knew that it was going to cost Zen’in big. Ryōmen Enterprises was sweeping the market in businesses and restaurants alike. You heard that the CEO was a smooth talker and could strike deals like it was talking about what color to paint walls over a Sunday brunch.

“So, what department would I be in?” you then inquired.

“I’ll have you as my personal assistant,” he then said. “Uraume takes care of certain paperwork as my secretary and arranges business meetings within the company, but I would need someone to help with outside the company, and you seem to be good at it.” He picked up your resume. “From what I glanced over, you were actually the contact with Zen’in for the deal.”

“Yes, I was.”

“So, you have a knack for arranging things and eye on good partnerships.”

“I’m flattered you think so.”

“You can also help me with running around between the departments, making sure things are running smoothly,” Mr. Ryōmen added. “I usually have the brat check up on things, but since he has the coffee shop and will be going back to school soon, his time will be limited.”

You nodded in understanding. “Okay, I can do that,” you assured him. It didn’t sound too different to what Naoya had you do.

A smirk crossed the man’s face. “Alright, you can start tomorrow, I’ll have the company attorney draft a contract with everything and in the morning, you can go over it and make sure it’s to your liking. We can add or remove things as well,” he then said.

You blinked. “Oh, okay…” you replied in surprise.

“And about your salary, don’t worry about it,” Mr. Ryōmen assured as he leaned back in his chair. “It’ll be on par if not more than what you did at Zen’in’s.” He then leaned back forward and scribbled a number on a sticky note and passed it to you.

Your eyes practically bugged out of your head. “I-I’m sorry… is this a monthly salary…?” you asked him.

Mr. Ryomen looked at you in confusion. “Um… no, sweetheart, that would be your biweekly salary…”

“Oh…” you squeaked. It was nearly double your monthly what you were making when you were working for Naoya.

“Is that a problem…?” he asked seriously. “Too little to what you’re used to…?”

“No!” you blurted out loudly. “This is more than generous! I accept the position!”

A wolf-like smile appeared on your new boss’s lips. “Well, welcome aboard to Ryōmen Enterprises, Y/N, I’m sure you’ll make a lovely addition.”

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mamawasatesttube · 12 days ago

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Janet lives au my beloved, I love the difference in the Janet lives vs the Jack lives au :)

Happy holidays! :D

thanks, happy holidays to you too!!!

also aughgh right??? there is so much to ponder wrt janet our collective beloved janet... i think often about this. like. his issues with jack would both shrink and grow because on the one hand jack is no longer actively around to do shit to feed into tim's many complexes. on the other hand, he now has jack up on the Perfect Dad pedestal in his mind because he's dead. can't criticize your dead dad that's fucked up and horrible. right?

and on the other hand. man. so lets posit he has a better relationship with janet than he would with jack (because janet is a better parent than jack, and let's be real, that isn't really a high bar. but given jack's... everything, i just kinda really get the vibe that he left most of the actual parenting to janet). now at first you'd think this is solely a good thing! ...but can you imagine how much more agonized tim is about having to lie to his beloved mommy???? all the time??? he's even more torn between The Mission and his filial piety this time around!!! augh!!!

like all those times jack didnt notice tim hiding bruises with makeup ? if janet's around it is sooo possible that tim steals HER makeup for this specifically at least once and She. Notices. deeply possible that she puts together "tim showing up with mysterious injuries he keeps trying to hide and also lying to me about it" with "tim getting closer with dick grayson and bruce wayne while i was away" and deduces that she doesn't know WHAT they've gotten her little baby boy into, but she IS going to kill those guys. tim keeps insisting that they're very nice to him but that really isn't helping anything. but just the entire concept of janet actually paying attention to tim's injuries - noticing if he steals her makeup!!! - or paying attention to things like. *checks notes* one of his classmates being SHOT DEAD at their SCHOOL ???? hey jack how did you not even check on him once after this. whats wrong with you. i just wanna talk jack

so i think she'd find out tim's robin way faster than jack. he probably would agonize about wanting her to know but The Mission and the need for secrecy, etc. but notably, when she finds out, i don't think she'd force him to quit - she'd really really want him to, because this is so dangerous and he's her baby and she doesn't want him to get hurt!!! but if he pushed back and tried to explain his side of it, she'd actually be willing to at least hear him out (unlike jack).

but also. not to be predictable but. i think it would be really funny if at some point during this drama kon-el shows up on the front doorstep looking for robin, and eavesdrops just enough to understand that janet knows now. because. hear me out. this is how we once again arrive at tim walking into his own house and home and just balking because kon is at the kitchen table hanging out with his mother. mom why the heck are you giving superboy my oreos!!!!

(also, calling back a little to the concept of baby kon somehow befriending janet, but. very specific vision in my mind of "janet lives past identity crisis too au" where at some point baby kon mentions to tim in her earshot that hes never had a mom and wonders whats it like?? and she doesnt say anything but this strikes her to the heart. several years down the line when timkon are established at some point she's like conner sweetie i know a long time back you said you don't have a mother, and i understand that completely and don't mean to try and take any place in your life you don't want me in, but if you ever would like to have a mother-in-law… and tim is just like. MOM. ARE YOU TRYING TO PROPOSE TO KON FOR ME??? THIS IS SO CRINGE. UGH MOM STOP)

#answers #watterbotleop #theres just a lot to prawnder about janet drake 🤔💭🦐#tim #timkon #janet drake #janet lives au

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mononijikayu · 7 months ago

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so high school ! — itadori yuuji.

Yuuji chuckled, his laughter mingling with yours in the quiet of the room. "Yeah, I guess I was pretty excited to become a jujutsu sorcerer. It gave me some purpose, y’know?" he admitted, his expression softening with nostalgia. "But meeting you was definitely the best part of that day. You were smiling at me and I just think it made me happy!”

GENRE: cursed womb arc, 2018;

WARNING/S: alternate universe - canon convergence, actors au, friends, friends to lovers, domesticity, fluff, romance, humor, first love, first love, flirting, slice of life;

LISTEN: so high school by taylor swift

NOTE: i wrote this inspired by a friend's idea and here it is. i love yuuji so much guys. he deserves so much good things in life. seeing him suffer in the manga, i think this is where he belongs - shojo </3

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kayu's playlist — side 700;

YOU WONDER IF YOU WERE BEING TOO OBVIOUS. It was a typical day at Jujutsu High, filled with training, missions, and the occasional life-or-death encounter. But for you, there was something—or rather, someone—who made every day feel like high school all over again. That someone was Itadori Yuuji.

Every time you looked at Itadori Yuuji, you felt a flutter in your chest, a sense of nervous excitement that reminded you of teenage crushes and awkward confessions. Today was no different. As you sat in the training yard, pretending to read a book, you couldn't help but sneak glances at him. He was sparring with Megumi, his movements fluid and powerful, each strike and dodge a testament to his strength and agility. But what caught your attention even more were the brief moments when his gaze would flicker towards you.

Your heart would skip a beat each time, and you'd quickly hide behind your book, cheeks burning with embarrassment. It was almost comical how transparent you felt, as if everyone around could see the obvious attraction you had for Yuuji. The pages of your book blurred as you tried to focus on the words, but your mind kept drifting back to the way Yuuji moved, the determination in his eyes, and the infectious smile that seemed to light up the entire training yard.

The day carried on with its usual routines, but you found it increasingly difficult to concentrate. Your thoughts were consumed by Yuuji, his laughter echoing in your ears, his encouraging words to Megumi resonating within you. It was as if he had a gravitational pull that you couldn't escape, drawing you in closer with each passing moment.

"I feel so high school every time I look at you," you muttered to yourself, watching him through the pages. You sighed. “Why is he so pretty? It’s hard not to look. Not fair.”

During a break in the sparring session, Yuuji caught your eye and grinned, wiping sweat from his brow. Your heart fluttered wildly, and you ducked your head, pretending to be engrossed in your book. But the heat in your cheeks betrayed you, and you knew your efforts to remain inconspicuous were futile.

"Hey!" Yuuji called out, making his way over to you. Your heart pounded in your chest, the book trembling slightly in your hands. When you finally dared to look up, he was standing right in front of you, his smile warm and inviting.

"O-oh! Hi, Yuuji," you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper. The proximity made your nerves dance on edge. You smiled tensely, hiding your book. “W-what’s up?”

"Taking a break from training?" he asked, his tone casual but his eyes searching yours with a curious intensity. You nodded, unable to form a coherent sentence as the fluttering in your chest intensified.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, already sitting down beside you. The sudden closeness made your breath hitch, and you could feel the heat radiating from his body. You nodded again, feeling utterly helpless in the face of his charm.

For a moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in the quiet corner of the training yard. The awkwardness of high school crushes came rushing back, but this time, there was an undeniable connection, a spark that made you hope that maybe, just maybe, Yuuji felt the same way.

As he settled in beside you, Yuuji turned his head and looked at you with that disarming smile. "You know….." he began, his voice soft but clear, "I've noticed you watching me during training."

Your cheeks burned hotter, and you stammered, "I-I was just... um, I mean..."

He chuckled, a warm, comforting sound that made your heart flutter even more. "It's okay!" he said, his gaze gentle and understanding. "I've been watching you too."

The admission hung in the air, a silent confession that seemed to bridge the gap between you. The flutter in your chest transformed into a steady, hopeful beat, and for the first time, you allowed yourself to believe that this nervous excitement might lead to something wonderful.

The awkward silence that followed his words felt charged with potential. You could see the sincerity in Yuuji's eyes, the same nervous anticipation mirrored in his expression. He shifted slightly, his shoulder brushing against yours, and the contact sent a jolt of electricity through you.

"So….." he began, his voice a little hesitant. He looked a bit flustered, ears slightly red. "Do you want to maybe... train together sometime? Or just hang out? I mean, if you're not too busy or anything."

Your heart soared at his suggestion, the idea of spending more time with him sending waves of happiness through you. "I'd like that." you replied, your voice steadier than before. "I'd like that a lot."

Yuuji's face lit up with a smile that made your heart skip a beat. "Great! How about after today's session? We could grab something to eat and then maybe... I don't know, just talk?"

"That sounds perfect," you said, unable to keep the smile off your face.

For the rest of the training session, it was hard to concentrate. Every glance Yuuji sent your way, every encouraging word, seemed to stoke the fire of excitement and anticipation. When the final sparring round ended, you quickly packed up your things, your mind racing with the possibilities of what the evening might bring.

Yuuji met you at the edge of the training yard, his eyes sparkling with the same excitement you felt. "Ready to go?" he asked, his voice full of warmth and eagerness.

"Absolutely," you replied, feeling a thrill of anticipation.

As you walked together through the campus of Jujutsu High, the conversation flowed easily, a mix of lighthearted banter and more serious topics. Yuuji's laughter was infectious, his stories captivating, and you found yourself opening up to him in ways you hadn't expected.

At a small, cozy café just outside the campus, you both ordered your favorite meals and settled into a booth. The atmosphere was relaxed, the soft hum of conversation around you creating a comfortable backdrop for your own exchange.

"So, tell me," Yuuji said, leaning forward with genuine interest, "What made you join Jujutsu High? What's your story?"

You hesitated for a moment, but the openness in his expression encouraged you to share. "Well, it's a bit complicated," you began, tracing the rim of your cup with your finger. "I lost someone important to me to a curse. It changed my life, and I realized I wanted to prevent that from happening to others. So, I trained and eventually found my way here."

Yuuji nodded, his eyes filled with understanding. "I get it. Losing someone can be... really hard. But it's amazing that you turned that pain into something positive. You're helping others, and that's really inspiring."

His words touched you deeply, and you felt a connection with him that went beyond mere attraction. "What about you?" you asked, wanting to know more about the person who had become such an important part of your daily thoughts.

Yuuji's face grew more serious, but he maintained his warm demeanor. "It's a long story, but basically, I got involved with curses because of something I found—a cursed object. It led me here, and now I'm doing my best to make a difference, just like you."

You nodded, feeling a deeper connection with him. "I'm really sorry about your loss, Yuuji," you said softly, your eyes meeting his. "It must have been so hard."

Yuuji's expression softened, and he gave you a reassuring smile. "It's okay," he said, his voice gentle. "I'm okay now because I've met people who make it better, who make me feel like I belong. People like you."

His words touched your heart, filling you with a warmth that seemed to chase away the lingering shadows of your own past. "Thank you, Yuuji," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "That means a lot to me."

As the evening passed in a blur of conversation and laughter, you found yourselves delving into various topics, from favorite foods to shared interests. At one point, the conversation turned to the latest human earth work movie series, a topic that you both shared a passion for.

"I can't believe how intense the latest installment was. Like, it was just crazy!" you remarked, excitement lacing your voice. "The plot twists about the doctor had me on the edge of my seat the entire time."

Yuuji nodded in agreement, a grin spreading across his face. "I know, right? And the special effects were mind-blowing! It felt like I was right there in the middle of the action. It was crazy!”

As you walked side by side through the quiet campus, the night sky above you filled with twinkling stars, the bond between you felt stronger than ever. The shared moments of laughter that had brought you closer together made your heart beat over and over against your chest.. With each step, you felt a sense of warmth and contentment wash over you, grateful for what Yuuji brought into your life.

When you reached the dormitory entrance, Yuuji turned to you, his expression soft and earnest. "Tonight was really great, y’know!" he said. "I had a lot of fun, and I hope we can do this again."

"Me too," you replied, your heart full. "I'd love that."

He smiled, and for a moment, it seemed like he might say something more. But instead, he simply took your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Goodnight," he said softly, his voice filled with warmth.

"Goodnight, Yuuji," you replied, squeezing his hand back before reluctantly letting go.

You wanted to look back towards him.

And you were sure that he was going to.

You wanted to continue drinking what he thinks.

You wanted to be high on his jokes all damn night.

Back inside, you squealed behind your door, blushing.

You just felt so high school when you were with him.

YOU WERE TOO EXHAUSTED TO MAKE A SOUND. It had been a couple of days later after you went out with him. It’s been a while since you had gone through a mission — so you feel like you’ve been out of practice. You can only think that’s the reason why you ended up feeling rusty as you fought the curses.

You could only sigh as you returned from a particularly grueling mission, each step heavier than the last. There was some regret on your part, you were sure. You thought you’d do better than last time. But you only feel defeated. Still, the job was done. You had to put everything that happened behind you now. You wouldn’t be able to move forward as a sorcerer if you keep thinking about it. Well, that’s what Gojo–sensei says.

Exhausted and bruised, you made your way back to Jujutsu High, longing for the familiar comfort of your room and the solace of a hot shower. Despite the fatigue that weighed heavily on your shoulders, a part of you couldn't help but hope for a glimpse of Itadori Yuuji. You had been texting each other these past few days while you were gone on back-to-back missions.

Those messages had kept your spirits up, knowing that someone was cheering you on, that someone was waiting for you to come home. His words of encouragement and light-hearted jokes had been a lifeline, making the long nights a little less lonely and the dangerous encounters a little less daunting. The thought of seeing him again was a bright spot in your otherwise wearied mind. It felt like the sun was finally returning in your life after days of only the cold dauntless gray clouds.

As you trudged down the corridor towards your quarters, you heard a familiar, cheerful voice calling your name. You turned to see Yuuji jogging towards you, his face lighting up with a broad smile as he approached. The sight of him was like a balm to your weary soul, and you felt a surge of warmth spread through you. You couldn’t help but smile back at him too as you waved at him.

"You're back!" Yuuji exclaimed, stopping just in front of you. You could see his energy peak as he smiled at you. You think you still had some time getting used to it. "How did the mission go? Are you okay? I hope you aren’t too sore, like you know!”

You managed a tired smile. "It was tough, but I'm fine. Just really tired."

Yuuji's expression softened with concern. "You look exhausted. Come on, let's get you back to your dorm room! You need rest!”

Without waiting for your reply, he gently took your arm, his touch firm yet gentle as he guided you towards your quarters. The warmth of his hand on your arm sent a comforting sensation coursing through you, like a reassuring anchor in the midst of a storm. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes, reminding you that you weren't alone in this.

As you walked together, his presence beside you was a steady source of support. The weight of exhaustion and the memories of the mission still lingered, but somehow, they felt lighter with him by your side. He kept the conversation light, his words a soothing balm to your weary soul.

Instead of probing into the details of the mission, he asked about your well-being in a way that allowed you to share as much or as little as you wanted. It was a subtle yet profound display of empathy, a testament to his understanding of what you needed in that moment.

With each step, you felt yourself relaxing, the tension in your shoulders easing as you basked in the warmth of his presence. It was as if the weight of the world had been lifted off your shoulders, replaced by a sense of calm and serenity. In that moment, surrounded by the comforting embrace of his care and concern, you felt safe, cherished, and deeply grateful for his unwavering support.

When you finally reached your room, Yuuji insisted on helping you inside. He looked around, spotting the kitchenette. "Why don't you sit down and rest? You must be hungry now, right? I'll make you something to eat."

You protested weakly, but the truth was that you were too tired to argue. With a grateful nod, you sank onto your bed, watching as Yuuji moved around your small kitchen with surprising ease. In no time, he had whipped up a simple but hearty meal. The aroma alone made your stomach rumble, and you realized just how hungry you were.

"Here you go," he said, bringing a steaming bowl of soba over to you. He grins at you with a thumbs up. "Eat up. It'll help you feel better."

As you took the bowl from him, your fingers naturally brushed against his in the process, sending a subtle yet unmistakable jolt of electricity coursing through you. It was a fleeting touch, but it sparked something deep within you, a warmth that spread from your fingertips to the very core of your being. The simple act of sharing a meal with Yuuji felt oddly intimate, like a silent affirmation of the bond that existed between you.

As you ate, Yuuji remained beside you, his presence a constant source of comfort and reassurance. He didn't need to say anything; his mere presence was enough to ease the fatigue and tension that had built up during the mission. With each passing moment, you found yourself relaxing more, the weight of the world gradually lifting from your shoulders.

Unbeknownst to you, Yuuji's gaze never wavered from you. You don’t think you’ll ever see something more profound than him looking at you. The way he looked at you was something you didn't notice, too lost in your own thoughts and the exhaustion that still lingered. But to him, it was everything.

His eyes spoke volumes, filled with a tenderness and depth of emotion that words could never fully capture. In that moment, as he watched you eat, he felt an overwhelming sense of love and contentment wash over him. It was the most tender expression he could offer, a silent declaration of his unwavering affection and devotion to you.

After you finished eating, your energy replenished and your spirits lifted, Yuuji reached for the bowl, his movements fluid and graceful. With a gentle touch, he took it from you, his fingers brushing against yours once again in a fleeting caress. It was a simple gesture, but it spoke volumes, conveying a sense of care and consideration that warmed your heart.

Setting the bowl aside, Yuuji turned back to you, his gaze soft and attentive. There was a quiet intensity in his eyes, a depth of emotion that made your breath catch in your throat. In that moment, as you looked into each other's eyes, it felt as though time stood still. There was a silent understanding between you, a bond that transcended words and spoke directly to the heart.

With a tender smile, Yuuji reached out to take your hand in his, his touch gentle yet reassuring. It was a gesture of comfort, a silent reminder that you were not alone. In his presence, you found solace, a sense of peace that washed over you like a gentle wave. Together, you sat in companionable silence, the warmth of his hand in yours a comforting anchor in the midst of the storm. But soon, Yuuji broke that silence.

"Feel better?" he asked, his bright eyes searching for yours, softness in his eyes.

You nodded, feeling a sense of contentment settle over you. "Yeah, much better. Thank you, Yuuji. You didn't have to do all this."

He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I wanted to. Besides, I missed you."

His admission made your heart flutter. "I missed you too, you know." you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper.

Yuuji's expression grew with relief, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch.

"I'm glad you're back safe, hm?" he said softly. "I was worried about you. I kept texting, telling you what I’ve been doing while you were away. I don’t think they were getting through!”

You couldn’t help but giggle at him. He was adorable. “There just wasn’t any signal. You know, you could send the pictures again if you want.”

He grinned wider. “Would you like to see them?”

“Yeah, send them to me.” You nodded, smiling back just as widely. “I’ll look at them!”

For a moment, the exhaustion and bruises of the mission faded away, replaced by the warmth of his gaze and the sincerity in his voice. He kept telling you about places he ate along with Gojo–sensei, things he, Kugisaki and Fushiguro took pictures of. You felt comfort in knowing that his voice was always as tender and warm as a hug. The connection between you felt stronger than ever, and you knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, you would face them together.

"Thank you," you said again, reaching out to take his hand. "For everything."

Yuuji squeezed your hand gently, his touch reassuring and grounding. "Anytime," he replied, his voice full of promise.

As you sat together, the room filled with a comfortable silence, you realized that this was where you belonged. With Yuuji by your side, you felt ready to face whatever the future held, knowing that you had someone who cared for you deeply and would stand by you no matter what.

As the peaceful silence enveloped you both, Yuuji broke it with a soft chuckle. "You know," he began, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement, "Whenever I'm with you….I just feel like I'm young.”

You turned to him, giggling. "Younger days? Yuuji, we’re in high school!”

He nodded, a smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, exactly. Like it’s meant to be, y’know? It's like all the worries and responsibilities just melt away, and I'm free to be myself. Like we’re finally kids.”

You couldn't help but smile at his words, feeling a warmth spread through you at the thought of being able to bring Yuuji a sense of youthful joy and freedom. "I'm glad I can help you feel that way," you replied sincerely. "Being with you makes me feel the same, you know?”

You looked at him tenderly for a second.

The same shine in his eyes as he looked back.

You felt your lips echo into bright beaming laughter.

You both felt bittersweet sixteen all of a sudden.

But that was alright, when the two of you were together.

IT HAD BEEN MONTHS SINCE YOU BOTH STARTED GOING OUT. As the days turned into weeks, your bond with Yuuji only seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment. Every date, every shared meal, every laughter-filled conversation only served to deepen the connection between you. It was as if you were caught in a whirlwind of emotions, unable to resist the magnetic pull drawing you closer together.

Yet, despite the undeniable chemistry between you, there remained an unspoken understanding that neither of you had ever explicitly labeled your relationship. It was a silent agreement that hung between you, a delicate balance that you were both hesitant to disrupt.

You often found yourself grappling with the question of how to broach the subject with Yuuji. Each time you considered bringing it up, the words seemed to stick in your throat, weighed down by the fear of ruining what you had. You feared the uncertainty that came with putting a label on things, worried that it might change the dynamic between you or worse, lead to disappointment.

But even as you wrestled with your doubts and insecurities, there was an undeniable truth that lingered in the back of your mind. You knew deep down that your feelings for Yuuji went beyond mere friendship, that there was something more between you that defied easy categorization.

So for now, you thought to yourself that you were content to savor the moments you shared, cherishing each stolen glance, each tender touch, each whispered conversation as if it were a precious gift. And as you navigated the uncharted waters of your relationship with Yuuji, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement mingled with apprehension, wondering what the future held for the two of you.

After an exhausting training session that left you feeling drained both physically and mentally, Yuuji's hopeful smile was like a beacon of light in the darkness. His eyes held a spark of excitement as he turned to you, the corners of his lips upturned in a gentle smile that melted away the fatigue weighing on your shoulders.

As you caught his gaze, a wave of warmth washed over you, chasing away the lingering remnants of exhaustion. It was moments like these that made all the hard work and effort worth it, knowing that you had someone like Yuuji by your side to share in both the triumphs and the challenges of your journey.

Despite the aches and pains that throbbed through your body, the promise of spending time with him filled you with renewed energy and anticipation. You couldn't help but return his smile, your heart skipping a beat at the thought of the memories you would create together.

In that fleeting moment, as you locked eyes with Yuuji, everything else faded away—the worries, the doubts, the uncertainties—all replaced by a sense of warmth and belonging. It was a reminder that no matter what trials lay ahead, as long as you had each other, it was going to be alright.

“Hey, pretty!” He walks up to you, smiling brightly like the sun. “You’re done practicing for the day?”

“Yeah.” You whisper, trying to calm down. He was so cute, you might lose it. “But I’m just going to clean up.”

“Oh? Let me help you!”

“Ah, Yuu, it’s fine—”

“Eh? But how could I let my pretty love just clean up by themselves like this?” He grins at you as he starts picking up the weapons you just trained with. “Let me help you, hm?”

As he busied himself with the task, you couldn't help but feel a swell of affection for him. It was the little things he did that made you fall for him more and more each day. The way he always looked out for you, ensuring you were okay after missions, the way he made you laugh with his silly jokes, and the way he was always there, offering support and comfort without expecting anything in return.

Yuuji looked up and caught you staring, his grin widening. "What are you thinking about?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

You shook your head, a smile playing on your lips. "Just thinking about how lucky I am to have you," you admitted, feeling a warmth spread through your chest.

He laughed, a joyful sound that made your heart flutter. "I'm the lucky one," he said, walking over to you and gently taking your hand. "You've made everything so much better."

His words were simple, but they held a depth of emotion that touched you deeply. You squeezed his hand, feeling a surge of gratitude and love for the boy who had become your everything.

In the quiet moments like these, you often find yourself reflecting on how much Yuuji meant to you. He was the one who made you feel seen and cherished, the one who made even the hardest days bearable. His love was a constant, unwavering force that filled your life with joy and hope.

"Thank you, Yuu." you said softly, turning scarlet red."For everything."

He smiled, his eyes full of warmth and affection. "Always." he replied, pulling you into a gentle hug. "I'll always be here for you."

You’re still not used to calling Yuuji by your new nickname but your relationship leveled up to the comfort of him calling you with adorable nicknames. You think that his name was already beautiful as it was, but you found him pouting about it and you felt your heart break — you realized it was that important to him. You could only sigh as you remembered the day

After the exhausting days of missions and the comforting time spent together, you and Yuuji decided to hang out in his room, away from the stresses of the outside world. Yuuji had suggested playing video games, a perfect way to unwind and just enjoy each other's company.

His room was cozy, filled with the typical teenage clutter of books, clothes, and gaming gear. You both settled on the floor in front of his TV, controllers in hand, ready to dive into the latest game he had been raving about.

As the game loaded, Yuuji looked over at you with an eager grin. "Ready to get your butt kicked?" he teased, his eyes sparkling with playful competitiveness.

You rolled your eyes, laughing. "We'll see about that, Yuu."

The moment the nickname slipped out, you saw a change in his expression. His eyes widened slightly, and then his entire face lit up with the most genuine smile you'd ever seen. He looked at you with a mixture of surprise and happiness, almost like a golden retriever who had just been given a treat.

"Yuu?" he repeated, his voice filled with delight. "Did you just call me Yuu?"

You nodded, feeling a bit shy under his intense gaze. "Yeah, I did. It suits you, don't you think? Plus, it sounds like I'm saying you belong to me."

His cheeks flushed a light pink, and he looked down, rubbing the back of his neck. "I like it," he said softly. "No one's ever given me a nickname before. And if it means I belong to you, then I like it even more."

You felt your own cheeks heat up at his words, but there was a warmth spreading through your chest that made you smile. "Good. Because you do belong to me, Yuu."

He looked back up at you, his eyes filled with a tender emotion that made your heart skip a beat. "And you belong to me," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "We're in this together, right?"

You nodded, feeling a deep sense of connection and belonging with him. "Together," you agreed.

With that, the moment passed, and you both turned your attention back to the game. The playful banter resumed, with Yuuji occasionally glancing at you with that same joyful expression every time you called him by his new nickname. It was a small thing, but it meant the world to him.

As the game progressed, you found yourselves laughing, teasing, and enjoying each other's company in a way that felt so natural and right. The world outside might be full of dangers and challenges, but here, in this small room, with Yuuji by your side, everything felt perfect.

At one point, during a particularly intense part of the game, Yuuji turned to you with a playful smirk. "Come on, Yuu," you said, trying to keep up with him. "Stop hogging all the power-ups!"

He laughed, the sound warm and infectious. "Only if you can catch me, Yuu!" he challenged, making you laugh even harder.

Time seemed to fly by as you played, and before you knew it, hours had passed. When you finally put the controllers down, exhausted but happy, you leaned back against the bed, Yuuji flopping down beside you.

"That was fun," he said, his voice filled with contentment. "Thanks for spending time with me."

You turned to him, your heart swelling with affection. "Anytime, Yuu. Anytime."

He looked at you, his eyes shining with gratitude and something deeper. "You're the best," he said softly, reaching out to take your hand in his. "I'm so glad you're here with me."

You squeezed his hand, feeling the same way. "Me too, Yuu. Me too."

Once he carries your used weapons, he hums a light tune, moving with an ease that belied the intensity of your earlier training session. His cheerfulness was like a soothing balm, easing the weariness from your bones. You followed behind him, your heart swelling with affection and a touch of awe. How could he always be so full of life, so effortlessly kind and giving?

You could only sigh, a small smile tugging at your lips. You were too far gone when it came to Yuuji. His presence had become a constant source of joy and comfort in your life, and you found yourself longing for these moments more and more.

As you trailed behind him, your thoughts wandered. You thought about how Yuuji had always been there for you, how he had a way of making even the darkest days seem brighter. He had a unique ability to lift your spirits with just a smile or a kind word. His love and care were unwavering, and you often found yourself marveling at how deeply you had come to rely on him.

Reaching the storage area, Yuuji carefully placed the weapons in their designated spots. He turned to you, still humming, his eyes alight with that familiar spark of happiness. "There we go, all set!" he said, dusting off his hands. "Now, what do you want to do next?"

Before you could answer, he added with a grin, "Actually, I was thinking... Megumi, Nobara, and I were planning to watch a movie later. Want to join us? It'll be fun!"

His invitation caught you off guard, but the excitement in his eyes was contagious. "A movie?" you echoed, your curiosity piqued.

"Yeah!" Yuuji nodded enthusiastically. "We were thinking of watching something light and funny. It's been a while since we've all just hung out together and relaxed, you know? And honestly, it wouldn't be the same without you."

As Yuuji's words washed over you, a rush of excitement surged through your veins, making your heart skip a beat. His bright eyes sparkled with anticipation, and you couldn't help but feel a flutter of nerves as you met his gaze. He looked so cute, so effortlessly charming, and you couldn't help but be drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

"Movie night in your dorm room sounds perfect, Yuu!" you replied, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you tried to contain the joy bubbling within you. "I'd love to join! It sounds like a lot of fun."

As you spoke, you couldn't help but notice the way Yuuji's smile seemed to grow even brighter, as if your enthusiasm was contagious. It was moments like these that made you realize just how much you enjoyed his company, how much you looked forward to every opportunity to be near him.

Yuuji's face lit up with a wide smile, his eyes shining with delight. "Awesome! It'll be great to have you with us, pretty!”

"Do I need to bring anything tonight?" you asked, trying to hide the nervous flutter in your stomach behind a casual tone. “Food, drinks, DVDs? Anything?”

Yuuji shook his head, his smile never faltering. "No, just bring yourself!" he replied, his voice warm and inviting. It was a simple gesture, but it filled you with a sense of comfort and reassurance, as if he were silently assuring you that everything would be okay as long as you were together. “You’re more than enough! ‘on’t worry about it, pretty!”

You felt scarlet heat all across your cheeks. With a shy nod, you couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth at Yuuji's words. As you watched him, a wave of affection washed over you, filling your chest with a sense of contentment. Despite the uncertainty that lingered in the back of your mind, there was a part of you that felt at peace whenever you were with him.

As the evening approached and the sun dipped below the horizon, you found yourself eagerly anticipating the movie night ahead. With a quick goodbye to Kugisaki and Fushiguro, you made your way to Yuuji's dorm room, your heart racing with excitement.

You think you can’t really help it.

Yuuji just has a way with you, you know?

He’s too good for the world, too good for you.

How were you this lucky with him, to be with him?

As you stepped into Yuuji's dorm room, the warm glow of the evening light bathed the space in a soft, inviting ambiance. Yuuji stood by the entrance, a smile playing at the corners of his lips as his eyes met yours.

"Pretty, you made it!" he greeted, his voice filled with genuine excitement.

"Hey, Yuu!" you replied, feeling your ears turn red as you returned his smile. "Wouldn't miss it for the world."

His smile widened at your words, a warm glow spreading across his features. "Glad to hear it," he said, stepping aside to let you in.

The sight of him filled you with a sense of warmth and comfort, and you couldn't help but feel a rush of affection for him. It was moments like these, simple yet significant, that made you grateful for his presence in your life. As you settled into the room, you greeted Kugisaki and Fushiguro, who were already there, with warm smiles and friendly gestures.

"Hey, guys!" you exclaimed, waving at them.

“Glad you can make it!” Kugisaki waved back with a tender smile, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she welcomed you. She patted the seat next to her. “Come here!”

"Hey," Fushiguro greeted in his usual calm tone, nodding in acknowledgment.

Despite the differences in their reactions, you felt a sense of belonging among the three of them. It was moments like these, surrounded by friends who cared for you, that made you feel grateful for the bonds you had formed at Jujutsu High.

Later, as Yuuji made popcorn, Kugisaki approached you with a curious expression. "So, what's going on between you and Yuuji?" she asked bluntly, her tone betraying a hint of mischief.

“W-what do you mean?”

“Like, you know? You guys are dating!”

“Yeah, we are…”

“But what is it like? Are you labeling it soon?”

Your heart skipped a beat, caught off guard by her directness. You glanced nervously at Fushiguro, hoping he would intervene, but he remained silent, watching the exchange with a guarded expression. He was always hard to read, but you knew he seemed interested too.

"I-I don't know," you stammered, feeling a surge of panic rising within you. "We're just... friends, I guess."

Kugisaki raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced by your response. "Hmm, really?" she teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Because it seems like there's something more going on between you two."

You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment, struggling to find the right words to explain the complexity of your relationship with Yuuji. Before you could respond, Fushiguro stepped in, his voice firm and authoritative.

"Kugisaki, that's enough," Fushiguro said sternly, his tone brooking no argument. "It's not your place to pry into other people's personal lives. Let them deal with that and tell us.”

"Sorry, sorry," Kugisaki muttered, holding her hands up in surrender. She looks at you apologetically, seeing how uncomfortable you are. "I’m sorry. I was just curious, you know? But I'll drop it."

“It’s okay.” You say, a small smile echoing at your lips as you three went back to watch. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Okay, I’m back!” Yuuji says, grinning as he holds the bowl of popcorn in one hand. “Butter flavor!”

“You’re so loud!” Kugisaki retorts back as she points to the television. “I’m trying to watch the movie!”

“But aren’t you the one screaming at me?” Yuuji furrows his brows back at her.

Fushiguro frowns slightly. “Can the two of you just shut up?”

As the movie resumed and the room filled with the sound of the film playing, you couldn't shake the lingering question in your mind. What were you and Yuuji together? Were you just friends, or was there something more between you? The uncertainty gnawed at you, leaving you restless despite the comforting familiarity of Yuuji's presence beside you.

Glancing sideways at him, you noticed the way the soft glow of the screen illuminated his features, casting shadows and highlights across his face. He seemed completely engrossed in the movie, his eyes focused on the screen, but you couldn't shake the feeling that he was aware of your internal turmoil.

Lost in your thoughts, you absently reached for a handful of popcorn, but your mind was elsewhere. The warmth of Yuuji's hand brushing against yours sent a jolt of electricity through you, pulling you back to the present moment. Turning to him, you caught his eye, and for a brief moment, you saw a flicker of understanding in his gaze.

It was as if he could sense the unspoken question hanging between you, the silent tension that lingered beneath the surface. And yet, neither of you dared to voice it aloud, afraid of what the answer might be. But as the movie played on and the night wore on, you couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, it was time to have that conversation.

The movie eventually ended, leaving the room bathed in the soft glow of the screen's credits. The lingering silence between you and Yuuji felt heavy, pregnant with unspoken words and unexplored emotions. You stole a glance at him, noticing the way his features softened in the dim light, his eyes reflecting a mixture of exhaustion and contentment.

Taking a deep breath, you summoned the courage to break the silence. "Yuu," you began, your voice barely above a whisper. "Can we talk for a moment?"

Yuuji turned to you, his expression curious but open. "Yeah, of course," he replied, his voice gentle and reassuring. "Got s’mthing on your mind?”

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of where to start. The words felt heavy on your tongue, each syllable weighted with the uncertainty of the unknown. But you knew that you couldn't continue to avoid the conversation any longer.

"I've been thinking..." you trailed off, searching for the right words. "About us. I mean, what are we, Yuu?"

Yuuji's brow furrowed slightly, his gaze thoughtful as he considered your question. "I've been wondering the same thing," he admitted, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "I mean, we spend so much time together, and we’re dating….. I care about you a lot."

A rush of relief washed over you at his words, knowing that you weren't alone in your confusion. "I care about you too, Yuu." you confessed, your heart swelling with emotion. "More than I can put into words."

Yuuji reached out, his hand finding yours in the darkness. "Then maybe we don't need to put a label on it," he suggested, his touch warm and reassuring. "Maybe we can just... see where things go, together. Enjoy each other, y’know? We’re still young and we are happy, so….”

With a soft smile, you nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I’d like that." you said, feeling a sense of warmth spread through you. “Very much, Yuu.”

As the tension lifted, the atmosphere in the room became lighter, filled with a sense of newfound understanding and acceptance. You shifted closer to Yuuji, relishing the comforting warmth of his presence as you leaned against him.

"Hey, do you remember that time we first met?" Yuuji asked suddenly, breaking the silence with a playful glint in his eye.

A fond smile tugged at your lips as you recalled the memory. "How could I forget?" you replied, laughter bubbling up inside you. "You were so full of energy, I thought you were going to burst!"

Your heart fluttered at his words, a rush of affection washing over you. "I feel the same way, Yuu." you confessed, reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair from his face. "You've brought so much joy and excitement into my life, Yuu."

His gaze softened, his eyes reflecting the depth of his emotions. "And you've brought so much warmth and kindness into mine, pretty." he replied, his voice filled with sincerity. “I’d love more and more.”

In that moment, as you sat together in the quiet intimacy of the room, you knew that no matter where life took you, you would always have each other. And as you leaned into Yuuji's embrace, you felt a sense of peace settle over you, knowing that together, you could face whatever challenges lay ahead, hand in hand.

And suddenly, you think, in a blink of a crinkling eye.

You were just both sinking, with your fingers entwined.

Your cheeks were just lovingly pink in the twinkling lights.

All night, he tells you about the first time he saw you again.

Happily, not bitterly this time, suddenly, sweet sixteen.

Everything, from then and now, truly feels so high school.

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jinniejjam · 21 days ago

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Now and Then

✎ Bang Chan x (afab) Reader

✎ 9k

✎ Second-Chance AU: Emotional, Friends to Strangers to Lovers

Synopsis: When Bang Chan reunites with Y/N—a former tutor turned idol—on Knowing Brothers, he’s flooded with memories of their bond and the mysterious way she disappeared. As they reconnect, unresolved feelings and buried truths resurface. Can they turn their bittersweet past into a hopeful future?

This is my first time writing fanfic ever, so please bear with me if there's a gramatical error or wrong spellings, english is not my first language, enjoyy staysss!! This is for entertainer purpose only! — Bae

The classroom-like set of Knowing Brothers buzzed with excitement as Stray Kids walked in. They were met with cheers and playful teasing from the regular cast. Joining them on the show was Aether, the rookie girl group taking the industry by storm.

Among the members, Y/N stood out—not just for her beauty but for the effortless charisma she carried. The slim fit body, half-Italian, with striking features and subtle tattoos peeking from her sleeves. She exuded confidence, her bright smile captivating the room.

Bang Chan, seated among his members, barely glanced at her. His focus was on keeping his group's energy high for the show.

The Profile Reading

When it was Y/N’s turn to share her profile, the room grew quieter. She walked up to the front, glancing briefly at Chan, who was oblivious.

"I'm Y/N from Aether," she began, her voice steady. "I was born in Italy but moved to Australia when I was young. Oh, and fun fact—I actually went to the same junior high school as Bang Chan." The revelation sparked gasps, laughter, and curious glances. Bang Chan's head snapped up, his brows furrowing.

"No way," he muttered, leaning forward in disbelief.

"Yeah, we were classmates. In fact…" Y/N's smile softened, her gaze meeting his, "I used to tutor him."

The room erupted in surprised exclamations. Chan's confusion deepened, his eyes scanning her face. Chan’s mind raced as Y/N stood before him, her confident presence clashing with the sweet, nerdy girl he vaguely remembered. It couldn’t be her… could it? Then, like a dam breaking, memories came flooding back.

The sound of a loud slap on the table brought Chan out of his trance. The cast of Knowing Brothers was still laughing and teasing him about not recognizing Y/N.

“Are you okay?” Lee Soo Geun asked, smirking. “You’ve gone all quiet.”

“I—uh—yeah,” Chan stammered, his ears burning. He glanced at Y/N, who watched him with a knowing smile, the rest of the cast teased Chan mercilessly, some calling him out for not recognizing her while others joked about how he must’ve been too focused on her lessons to notice anything else.

As the shoot wrapped up, Chan couldn’t hold back anymore. He found Y/N alone in the dressing room, the memories from their past swirling in his mind.

He found her alone in the dressing room, taking off her earing. She looked up as he entered, her expression softening.

“Hey,” she said casually.

Chan stepped inside, his eyes scanning her face again. “I still can’t believe it,” he admitted with his light chuckle. “You’re that Y/N. The girl who used to tutor me… I mean, you’re so different now.”

She laughed lightly. “People change, Chan.”

He hesitated, then sat down across from her. “Why didn’t you tell me? Back then, I mean. After the exams, you just disappeared. I… I wanted to thank you.”

Her smile faltered. “I didn’t mean to leave like that. A lot happened.”

“Like what?”

She sighed, the folded memories start to swirl around her head.

Flashback

The scent of freshly sharpened pencils mixed with the faint chlorine on Chan’s skin as he collapsed into the chair opposite Y/N. His hair was damp from swim practice, sticking messily to his forehead.

“You look exhausted,” Y/N said softly, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. She adjusted her notebook and spread out the physics worksheets between them.

“I’m fine,” he replied, though his eyelids betrayed him by drooping. “Let’s just get started.”

Y/N frowned, her delicate features creasing with concern. “Chan, you just came from practice. Why don’t you rest for a little while? You can’t focus like this.”

Chan shook his head stubbornly. “No, it’s fine. I need to pass this exam, Y/N.”

She sighed but didn’t argue further. Instead, she gently pulled his notebook from his hands and closed it. “Okay, how about this? Rest for twenty minutes, and I’ll wake you up. You can’t study properly if your brain’s running on fumes.” Chan blinked, startled by her tone. It wasn’t demanding, but it carried a kind of care that made him pause.

“I mean it,” she added, her lips curving into a small smile. “Close your eyes, and I’ll be right here when you wake up.” Something about her smile—so sweet and genuine—made him comply without argument. He slumped forward, resting his head on his crossed arms. His heart was oddly calm, the stress of school and sports momentarily melting away as Y/N’s presence anchored him.

When he woke up, it was to the sound of a pencil scratching on paper. Y/N was working on the worksheet he had abandoned, her head slightly tilted as she muttered formulas under her breath.

“Hey,” he murmured, his voice groggy.

She looked up, startled, and then smiled. “Feeling better?”

“Yeah… thanks,” he said, sitting up straighter. “You didn’t have to do all that.”

“I didn’t mind,” she replied, handing him the worksheet. “Now, let’s go over this together.”

He stared at her for a moment, feeling something unfamiliar stir in his chest. She wasn’t just smart—she was kind, patient, and always seemed to know exactly what he needed. He didn’t realize it then, but it was in that moment that she began to mean more to him than just a tutor.

The next day

The hallways were quiet as Y/N grabbed her books from her locker after school. Most students had already left for the day, but she had stayed behind to finish some last-minute tutoring preparations.

She was startled when three girls appeared, their presence suffocating as they leaned against the lockers.

“You’re Y/N, right?” one of them sneered, her arms crossed. “The nerd who tutors Bang Chan?”

Y/N swallowed, gripping her books tighter. “Uh, yeah. Why?”

The leader of the group stepped closer, her eyes narrowing. “Let me make this simple. Stay away from him.”

Y/N blinked, confused. “What are you talking about? I’m just helping him with school—”

“Do you think we’re stupid?” the girl snapped, cutting her off. “Everyone’s noticed how close you two are. But here’s the thing—Chan doesn’t belong to you. He’s way out of your league, so stop pretending like you matter to him.”

The words stung more than Y/N wanted to admit. She tried to protest, but the girls didn’t give her a chance.

“If we catch you hanging around him again, we’ll make sure you regret it.”

Y/N stood frozen as the girls walked away, their laughter echoing in the empty hallway. Her hands trembled, and for the first time, she felt the weight of being too close to Bang Chan.

That evening, as she sat across from him during their tutoring session, she couldn’t meet his eyes.

“Y/N? You okay?” he asked, noticing her uncharacteristic quietness.

“I’m fine,” she lied, forcing a smile. “Let’s just focus on your notes.”

From then on, she began pulling away—shortening their sessions, avoiding him in the hallways, and making excuses when he tried to talk to her outside of tutoring. It create a visible distant between the two of them.

Present Day

Chan leaned forward, his voice softer. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to burden you. You were already dealing with so much—swimming tournaments, school, being the most popular guy around.” She smiled faintly. “I didn’t think you’d even notice I was gone.”

“I did,” he said, his voice firm. “I did notice. I even went to your house. Your neighbor told me you’d moved. I…” He hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. “I had a gift for you, you know. To thank you for helping me pass those subjects.”

Her eyes widened. “You did?”

“Yeah. It’s still in my room somewhere.” He chuckled softly, then looked at her with a seriousness that caught her off guard. “You have no idea how much you helped me back then. I don’t think I ever told you, but you made me feel… cared for. Like I wasn’t just some guy everyone expected to be perfect all the time.”

Y/N’s throat tightened, emotions threatening to spill over. “I cared about you, Chan. That’s why I tutored you in the first place. You were always so determined, even when you were exhausted from practice. I admired that about you.”

They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of unspoken words settling between them.

“So… how’d you end up here?” Chan asked finally, gesturing to her idol attire.

She smiled. “After my nana passed, I started working to help my mom. I sang on a cruise ship for a while, and that’s where a talent scout found me. One thing led to another, and here I am.”

Chan nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Well, you’ve come a long way, Y/N.”

“So have you,” she replied, her eyes softening.

There was a beat of silence before Chan spoke again, his voice quieter. “I missed you, you know. I didn’t realize it then, but… I really liked you.”

Her breath hitched, her cheeks warming. “I liked you too,” she admitted. “But it felt impossible back then.”

“Is it impossible now?” he asked, his tone hopeful.

Y/N smiled, her gaze meeting his. “I don’t know. But maybe we can find out.”

Chan grinned, his dimples showing. “I’d like that.”

And for the first time in years, they both felt a little less lost.

#bang chan #stray kids #bangchan x reader #bangchan imagines #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader

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remuswriting · 3 months ago

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I WANT TO PROMISE YOU ETERNITY; KUROO TETSUROU

Kuroo finds a letter you never meant for him to read.

TAGS: Epistolary; Love Confessions; Pining; University AU; Male Reader

WORD COUNT: 1,846 words

NOTES: Let's hope my days of writing love letters back in high school somehow translates to now. They're both yappers but they're just guys in love, so it's okay. One day I'll write an actual fic for Kuroo, but today is not that day.

Also, I don't think pronouns are mentioned, but this is mlm. Two pathetic, down bad men in love with each other. (It makes it more enjoyable knowing that)

Dear my love,

The anonymity of calling you my love is exciting, but it’s also heart wrenching in the way that you don’t know how I think about you. You don’t know how I sit next to you praying to every God that you will look at me how I look at you; with love in your heart and desperation for me in your veins. Some days I feel like I need to be embarrassed for the intensity of these feelings, but I can’t be when you’re involved. You are the one thing my heart wants, and I accepted it long ago.

Do you remember the day everyone came over to my apartment to drink shitty beer and watch terrible movies? You and I gravitated towards each other, finding our spots next to each other like we always had. Four years of knowing each other, and the spots in my living room are assigned at this point. It brings me joy that you accepted the assigned seat next to me without hesitation. It makes me feel wanted.

But that night we got drunk and laid on the bathroom floor since you couldn’t stop throwing up. You’ve never been able to hold your alcohol, even though you constantly say you can. Whenever I pull your glass away, you reach for it as you tell me this time is different. I never believe you, but I still indulge you because I can’t stand seeing you pout. That night had been like any other, though, where you had begged me to let you have another drink and I caved like the pathetic man I am. So, we laid on the bathroom floor, staring at the ceiling, and that’s when you asked me about reincarnation.

“Do you believe in it?” you asked, and I remember looking at you. Your side profile is so stunning, especially when your hair is out of your face. It makes it easier to see the light freckles from the sun underneath your eyes.

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve never thought much of it.”

You didn’t say anything for a long time, and I looked back at the ceiling. We stuck glow in the dark stickers up there years ago when Bokuto-san complained about how scary my apartment could be at night. Akaashi-san corrected him, saying that Bokuto-san is simply scared of the dark and that was it. I didn’t mind putting the stars up, really it matches me in a way, and I never took them down, especially after you grew fond of looking up at them as if they were real.

“I think I do,” you said, and I felt you looking at me before I saw it. “I think reincarnation happens until we find our soulmate.”

I’ve always loved your eyes, the hazel of them so striking it takes me by surprise every time. They were focused on me and nothing else. It was just a little hard to breathe.

“Or what if we reincarnate so we can spend more time with our soulmate? What if it’s meant to give us all the time in the universe to relearn them and love them again and again?” I asked, and I didn’t really believe what I was saying. I was still tipsy, but the idea of you really listening to me was intoxicating.

You slowly nodded, as if you’ve never considered that before. “I think I prefer that way more,” you said with a faint smile. “You know, being able to love the one you’re meant to in every lifetime. It sounds better than being lonely for who knows how long.”

I hummed in agreement, but I wanted to tell you that I didn’t care about reincarnation if it meant you weren’t the one I’d love for countless lifetimes. Honestly, I think I’d damn my soulmate before I ever stopped loving you, no matter when or where we met. Ever since we met in Japanese Literature our second year of university, I knew you would consume my entire heart and soul, never letting go even if you didn’t even know you were holding on.

Our conversation ended there when you quickly sat back up and grabbed the toilet seat to throw up. I hurried to your side to make sure your hair didn’t get in the way, because although I’d clean the vomit out of your hair, I wasn’t eager to do it.

But I’ve been thinking about soulmates and reincarnation ever since, and I have things I want to say but don’t know how to. I’ve never known how to bring things up to you without the fear that I’m revealing my feelings for you. What I feel for you is desperation to be seen and loved. I want to hold your attention to where you can’t look away and pray that you never have to. Hold me close to you, kissing my forehead before placing your chin on top of my head. I know my hair would tickle your nose, and you’d feel the urge to pull away but find you can’t.

I don’t know if we’re soulmates, and it’s okay if we’re not, but I would pick you over anyone the universe assigned to me. If I were to have someone else, then it’s clear the universe doesn’t know me or my heart well enough to know it’s you, Tetsurou. You’re the person who I’d choose in a million lifetimes. You’re the person I’d be reincarnated for centuries just so I could see you smile once. The concept of it being anyone else is so ridiculous to me, because I fell hard and fast for you. Our friends tell me to make my move, that maybe you feel the same, but I can’t. I resign myself to writing these letters and imagining a world where one of us confesses because I don’t know if it’ll ever happen in this one.

Any confession between us will have to be from you, because the words are always lodged in my throat. I could never confess through a letter, because I don’t want you to know how deeply I love you. Or at least I don’t want you to know yet. Maybe one day you’ll confess and eventually I’ll share the entirety of my heart with you like I want to. It’s a dream I doubt I’ll ever see come true.

Just know that if soulmates exist, then you’re the one I’d pick. I would intertwine my soul with yours for the rest of eternity if I could, just so we would always meet in every lifetime.

With love,

Y/N

Dear Y/N,

Bokuto found this letter and saw my name written at the bottom. He didn’t read it, but he gave it to me to read. Don’t be mad at him, because he didn’t know what he was doing. All he thought was that he was giving me something that belonged to me, even though that’s not what this is. I am not gifted with words like you are. You’re able to convey feelings in a way I don’t think I even know how to, but I’ll try. I’m really going to try.

My crush on you started three weeks into knowing you. We ran into each other at the library when I was looking for a table and you had all of your stuff spread across one. I recognized you from class, so I asked if I could sit with you. Honestly, I was terrified that you’d tell me to go away, even though you didn’t seem like that kind of person. Instead, you smiled and moved your stuff over so I could sit down. That’s when you officially asked my name, and the way you said it made my heart do flips.

Although I don’t entirely remember the conversation about reincarnation, which I doubt you’ll be surprised if I don’t remember since I forget half of what happens when I’m drunk, I believe in us. I don’t really care about soulmates and reincarnation if I have you, because being fulfilled in this life is more important to me than in the previous or future. I just know I want to spend this life with you for as long as I can. Even if it’s full of laying on the bathroom floor drunk or going to those festivals you love so much or going to the library and watching you study for hours on end. I don’t care what we fill it with as long as it’s filled with you.

Kenma constantly tells me that I need to get my head out of my ass and talk to you, but I don't know how. You’re someone I care about so much, and I don’t want to lose you. The idea of losing you scares me so much I feel sick if I think about it for too long. So I’ve kept all these feelings to myself, even though I’ve known how I feel.

I remember when I realized I loved you. It was at the library again, but this time you had come looking for me. I’d been there for I don’t know how long, running off no sleep and not eating for way too long. You stomped over to my table and gave me a look that scared me. I really thought you were going to kill me for a second, if I’m being honest. But then you started putting my stuff up and said, “We’re leaving.”

I fought with you over it, and we nearly got kicked out of the library, but you didn’t flinch. You just continued on, putting my stuff in my backpack, and the moment I realized I loved you was when you looked at me and asked me when the last time I ate was, and when I didn’t have an answer, you said “that’s exactly why we’re leaving.” My friends care about me, I know they do, but they’ve never cared for me the way you do. They never marched into the library because I wasn’t answering their texts or calls and wasn’t eating or sleeping. Did they show their concern? Yes, but not like you did. I wanted to feel loved like that for the rest of my life.

So, please call me your love. Please tell me how you feel, because I’ve felt this way for so long that it’s grown painful at this point holding it in. I don’t know how to tell you in beautiful words like you can, but I love you, Y/N. I love you so much, it may be just a little embarrassing. I just never knew I could say it aloud without the fear of it ruining everything. Now I know it won’t ruin anything. It’ll actually be the start of something I’ve been wanting for so long.

I will be at our spot in the park on Wednesday at 13:00. Please meet me there so we can actually talk in person, because letters make it difficult to kiss you and hug you.

With love,

Tetsurou

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