#lmk restart au

[mariiilume]

RESTART AU!MEI REFERENCE SHEET

I was gonna Design the others reference sheets BUTTTT I figured i only needed meis ref since she’s the only one I hadn’t officially drawn yet!!

Restart!Lmk Au is a new lmk Au I’ve made that I plan to make a full blown comic series for! I’ll hopefully have the master post art up soon which will have all the information, but for now:

The restart story is an lmk au that follows the scenario of if Mk failed to rebel against Nuwa, only managing to take one stone: the green stone (meis stone). The cycle is restarted in a world where Mk never existed! The cycle is all messed up though as only 4 of the color stones were used. We follow the story of Mei, the only one who vaguely remembers Mk as she tries to get him back and gather everyone back together.

[i-am-a-fan]

“Woah, Bud! You’re getting better!!”

(How Wukong regularly looks like in my Lmk DND au!!)

Edit: I can’t believe I forgot his eyeliner

[j4ystar]

attention, please! — park jay

➞ jay x f!reader

➞ highschool!au band!au

➞ synopsis : jay asks your best friend what your type is because he wants your attention

➞ fluff fluff fluff

➞ word count : 10k

➞ tw : mention of throwing up, if i missed anything pls lmk

ᓚᘏᗢ aj — this has been in my drafts for the longest time and i kept on restarting it BUT yea pls enjoy

jay thought that this indifference in attitude towards him was just you playing hard to get. until he scrambled his way to your best friends, desperate to find out what your deal was. why you weren’t batting an eye towards him, nor his friends. despite the invitations to the several parties being thrown, as well as the basketball games that he has invited you out to. the answer to all these tactical ways to start talking to you were thrown out the window. something was always seemingly coming up. though half of the time they weren’t even excuses to not go to said event, you were actually busy. 

in a way, jay was angry. a bit upset at you, how you were so casual with him. jay was used to girls and boys alike, messaging him, flirting up a storm with him. jay didn’t have a problem with the attention per say. but when you, his nonchalant class president, didn’t bat an eye towards his sudden strikes of flirtation. an arrow shoots through his heart, though it feels more like a challenge when he feels the need to have your attention on him too. 

so when jay finds himself walking to sunoo’s workplace, the convenience store down the street from jay’s apartment building. he stands in front of the store, kicking the gravel on the sidewalk. he swears to god that he is doing this for the sake of teasing you. that he just needed your eyes on him because it would take a toll on his pride if you didn’t. 

sunoo stares at jay from inside the store. he makes a face, frowning with his brows furrowed as he wonders what the hell this guy is doing. was the store about to get robbed? sunoo uncrossed his arms and stood up, hands leaning onto the edge of the table. 

“HEY! ARE YOU ROBBING THE STORE BECAUSE IF YOU ARE… WE HAVE CAMERAS AND I KNOW WHO YOU ARE JAY.” 

jay flinches before shaking his head, not realizing the person he was searching for was already staring at him, and even worse, assuming that he was about to steal from the store. the dark haired boy stumbles through the door, the door jingling and sunoo is about to scream, feeling as though his suspicion is about to come true. 

“why would you think i’m trying to steal from you?” jay questions him, beelining straight for the cash register at the end of the store while the aisles lay vertically. sunoo sits back down on his chair. squinting at the upperclassmen. 

“because you were just standing there staring through the window. it was creepy.” 

“i’m actually here looking for you.” 

“oh? and what for?” 

“what kinda guys does y/n like?” 

there is an awkward silence between the two boys. sunoo looks down momentarily before raising his head to look up at jay again. 

“who’s asking?” 

“me!” 

“... why? oh my god, do you like her? that’s actually insane–” sunoo begins laughing hysterically, thinking about the several ways that you would respond. he was betting on an incredibly disgusted face, or something more reactionary. 

“no. i don’t like her man– whatever! just don’t say anything alright?” for a moment, sunoo feels bad for him. for one, you had never really talked about liking boys like jay, so realistically he had no chance in the first place. two, jay seemed sincere. but he knew otherwise than to trust someone like jay. he had heard so much talk about the way he had behaved and he knew you’d be absolutely repulsed with the way he acted. but the genuine look on his face seemed like this was something more than wanting to play around with you. 

“i don’t know how to help you. the only person y/n has liked is the drummer from that one band that played at the school festival last year… uhhh what was their name? oh! kim jaehyun from class 3-C. they were together for a little bit last year but it didn’t really last long,” sunoo pauses, waiting to see what jay has to say. sunoo knew jay was the furthest thing from a musician, he was a big bulky athlete, and so he continues as he sees jay’s slightly dejected face “yeah.. from the look on your face i can tell you’re disappointed. so why don’t you drop this? there are plenty of girls out there to pester– HEY!” 

jay is already leaving the store. his footsteps are heavy as he begins to fish his phone out of his pocket. he doesn’t know why he feels like he has something to prove. he can most definitely pull, he knows that. but he can most definitely pull you too. he did feel this stirring feeling in his stomach. he was treating this as if it were a game. and why was your heart the one that jay park was so eager to capture? 

jay is quick to pull up jake’s contact page first. a couple of rings come through until jake groggily asks jay what’s up. jay rarely ever calls, it’s always a matter of texting the group chat whenever he has something to say. it also ends with him being seenzoned by all his friends. 

“did you just wake up?” jay asks in disbelief, asking as if he hasn’t slept like a log after school. 

“yeah what the hell do you need?” jay can hear jake shuffling around in his bed, followed by yawning. 

“we need to start a band.” 

— 

the following day, jay begins to pick up his pace as he glances at his wrist watch momentarily. he was going to be late to first block yet again. the teacher already had something against jay and his tardiness, he knew coming in late would result in him kneeling outside the classroom with his hands up in the air. if it wasn’t his poor time management it would be his inability to wear his school uniform properly. it always had to be something, whether he accidentally left his name tag at home, or if he didn't button up his polo shirt correctly either. 

he stares down the crosswalk lights, watching as students are already running into the school gates and past the security guards as well as the uniform teacher inspector who is stopping students every now and then. jay looks to his right, noticing a familiar head of hair. 

you stand beside jay with a pair of headphones on, though you wear a nervous expression on your face as you’re watching the students get stopped by teachers for being late and for breaking the dress code. jay’s eyes flicker onto you and then onto other people. however he can’t help but think how cute you are as you slightly bounce your head to whatever song you are currently listening to. you weren’t wearing your usual uniform, the proper blazer was replaced with a light gray cotton sweater, you were still wearing the school button up and the skirt. you were also missing your name tag. 

the green stop light flicks red, and the big red X indicating that pedestrians may not cross is now depicted a white silhouette of someone walking. the rush of other late students walk past jay, who is still staring at you. you walk with the rest of the teenagers, as if you were being swept away with a current of bodies that are rushing to get to school. jay begins walking too, eyes remaining on your walking figure ahead of his. 

whilst the others are bolting it through the gates, trying to dodge the inspector. jay doesn’t lose sight of you among the other students. though he watches as you calmly walk past the inspector, attempting to play off the fact you weren’t wearing your name tag. the inspector recognizes you though, knowing you were an honour student, as well as a class president, the inspector flashes you a disappointed look before telling you to stand to the side with the other kids as he writes down your name on the paper attached to the clipboard. jay passes through inspection in a flash. he quickly unclasps his name tag from his blazer, stuffing it into his pant pocket before joining the line where other classmates of his. he joins you in holding your bag above your head, the punishment that the dress code inspector has instructed you to do. finally, you turn your head to meet jay. though your eyes avert up slightly, to look into his eyes. 

jay feels his heartbeat quicken and he nearly drops his bag when he feels his knees buckle slightly from underneath him. he wants to say something, but he knows by the way your headphones can’t contain the volume of your music that you can’t hear him.

“your headphones are really loud. that’s bad for your ears.” 

you remain stoic faced, furrowing your brows slightly before letting go of the bag above your head with one hand and coming to remove one headphone muff from off your ear to hear what he had said. you look at him with a slight expectancy.  jay feels the heat rising to his cheeks as he awkwardly repeats what he said to you. 

“i said your headphones are really loud, listening to music that loud is bad for your hearing.” he tells you. you give him a blank stare. “oh… yeah i know.” though that convinces you to remove your headphones fully and you pause your music. 

“then why do you do it?” jay asks you. you look at him as if he had asked such a stupid question when you didn’t think of it in that way. “i don’t know.” you answer bluntly. you don’t really know to how answer that. “i think it just blurs out the rest of the world's noises.” you admit to him. jay looks down at you with a glint in his eye, yet he doesn’t know he is subconsciously starting to smile. 

“do you not listen to music at a loud volume?” 

“i do. but i’m more of a play it out loud type of person. or you know, blast my amp when i play guitar type of guy.” jay doesn’t know what’s coming out of his mouth, he most certainly plays guitar, though not in the way the band sunoo claims you like does. the rest of the school doesn’t know about his little hobby either, they only really know his athlete side. 

jay averts his eyes to his shoes before they flick back to you. you have softened, become more calm and less tense around him. “you play?” jay presses his lips into a straight line. again, averting his eyes anywhere but your trained gaze. he nods and you crack a smile. jay thinks that sunoo wasn’t joking when he told him that you were into musicians. but then again, why would sunoo lie?

“cool. me too. i’m guessing you play electric?”

“i play both, but i enjoy the electric more.” you nod attentively, jay wants to keep talking to you but the inspector had begun his scolding towards the students irresponsibility for being both late and for breaking dress code. you hear jay snicker from beside you, wondering what he was laughing at, you crane your head to look at him with a questionable gaze. he nods to the inspectors toupee peeling off the side of his head and you nearly let out a loud snort before controlling yourself and letting out an stifled giggle instead. you and jay stand by each other giggling quietly to yourselves until the inspector finally finishes his lecture and lets you and your classmates leave to head to class. 

jays arms ache, and while he thought you were waiting for him, he looks up to already see you far ahead of him, making your way up the school stairs and into the school's main doors.  

— 

“jay were you serious when you said you wanted to start a band?” jake questions his friend, jay and his friends spend their lunchtime outside on the field in front of the school. his friends and a couple other students play soccer together. jay sits by the benches on the perimeter of the grassy field with a drink in his hand. jay doesn’t really have any other extracurriculars other than soccer and basketball, but both those seasons were over already and spring was coming in hot. 

jake takes jay’s silence as a yes and he slumps down beside him on the bench, he fans himself from all the heat his body garnered after running around like an excited dog for the past 15 minutes playing soccer. 

“i mean i wouldn’t be opposed to it. you know i can play bass pretty well.” jake tells him. jay nods, knowing fully well he and his friends were able to pull it off. he had thought about it whilst laying in bed the night sunoo told him at the store. 

“and sunghoon knows how to play the drums, heeseung could sing.” jake adds on. 

“i mean if the others are down… count me in.” 

jay spends the afternoon rounding up the members for his band. sunghoon was a bit skeptical at first, he had been trying to balance his figure skating outside of school, his studies and now the band was beginning to get a bit too much for him. however heeseung was just happy to be there. however, as jay began to expand more on why he wanted to start a band, sunghoon was beginning to warm up to the idea. 

jay finds himself daydreaming in class already. if he hadn’t paid attention before, he certainly wasn’t paying any attention now. the following days consist of jay begging the music teacher to let them borrow the music room after school to practice, and jay enlists the help of jungwon, yet another honors roll  student, to sign them up for the spring school festival. you were friends with jungwon because you were both on the student council. jay would’ve gone to you, but because he was late on signing the band up he feared that you wouldn’t even let them perform. 

“your band is going to be opening for the senior class band. i’m sorry i couldn’t get you a full set. most of the spots had be taken up by other performances.” jungwon apologizes. as he was part of the student council that was responsible for the spring festival events, he was able to talk with the other performers to squeeze in jay’s band since they were late on signing up for the festival. it didn’t matter to jay, it’s not like he would be in the band for any longer than a year, it was something on the side, and plus it was to harness the attention of a certain person. 

as if jay hadn’t struggled to talk to you enough, it didn’t help that you pretended he doesn’t even exist. does that little bonding moment in being late together not mean anything to you?! obviously it had meant a lot to jay because the moment of laughter together left feelings of swarming butterflies in his stomach every time he thought of it. usually this ended in himself pinching himself, any possible way to get him back to the real world because there was no way he was falling for you when it should be the other way around. he was the woman woo-er. and his plan to get you to finally fall for him was just so that he could look you in your face and say “i told you you’d fall for me” though realistically the amount of effort going into this truly meant he just wanted you to look at him and fall for him period. and to be fair, if you looked at him he would instantly crumble and shrivel from timidness. 

jay’s train of thought gets cut off when three girls approach him at his desk. he pauses his song writing and closes his notebook almost immediately before looking up at the girls. 

“we heard you signed up for the spring musical festival. we didn’t know you could sing and play guitar. that’s so cool.” gyuri has a way with sweet talk. her long dark hair cascades over her shoulders and her eyes twinkle as she maintains eye contact with jay. just past gyuri and her friends, the classroom door slides open and you and sunoo walk in. sunoo is talking about something whilst following you to your desk while you listen patiently to your friend. 

“hello?” 

jay gets up abruptly, flocking to your desk which was on the other side of the room near the back door. he stands to the side of your desk and sunoo stops speaking as he watches jay meander wordlessly. you turn towards your friend, wondering why he had stopped talking but sunoo is instead staring at jay with a blank expression on his face. 

“my friends and I signed up for the spring festival.” he tells you, rocking from the balls of his feet to his heels. “could you please move, i can’t reach something in my desk.” you ask, jay apologizes, shuffling backwards as his hand comes to the back of his neck and he itches. sunoo sticks his tongue out teasingly towards jay but his sour expression quickly changes to a sweet smile when you rise up from checking the inside storage compartment of your desk. 

“it’s really not here sunoo, i think i have to stop by the stationary store when he go home today to get a new one. gosh that is so annoying, i won’t have that much money from my allowance anymore.” you frown. jay’s face contorts to that of concern. “what are you looking for? i can help you find it.” he suggests. giving you a soft smile. 

“it’s just my name tag. i think i lost it.” you tell him dismissively. your hand swatting the air as you’re ready to walk off. “and i heard, word gets around if you hadn’t noticed.” you motion to the three girls that are giving jay the stank eye for ignoring them. 

—

“hey, you’re coming to get food with us after school right?” heeseung questions. watching as jay places his indoor shoes in his respective cubby. “yeah, but you guys can go on ahead, I have to go to the store quickly.” he tell him. heeseung nods before the end of the day bell rings throughout the halls and kids begin flocking out their classrooms and flooding the halls, eager to get out of the school. 

jay walks to the nearest stationary store, walking up to the front counter with long and quick strides. 

“hi there, what can i do for you?” an old man asks him, recognizably he was owner of the store that jay had been going to when he ordered his other name tags throughout the years of his schooling. 

“i’m looking to order a new name tag.” jay says, searching for his wallet out of his bag. 

“of course. what’s the name?” he asks. jay is busy rummaging through his bag to hear the jingle door opening behind him. you recognize jay by his voice but his back is towards you when you emerge through the door. 

“it’s [y/f/n].” 

“can you write that on this slip of paper. it’ll be done in just a few minutes.” he kindly tells jay. jay nods, taking the paper and writing your name on it. you cheeks grow flushed as you realize the act of kindness jay was doing for you. you can’t decipher the reason for your heart's rapid beating. part of you was thinking you were just hearing things. jay could’ve said another name similar to yours. yet what are the chances this similar named person also lost their nametag and needed a replacement.  afraid he would see you, you leave the store in a hurry. grabbing sunoo by the wrist and dragging him far away from the store and beginning the trip to your neighborhood. 

jay hears the jingle of the door this time, and he turns around expecting someone to be there yet he finds no one except for the door closing on its own. a chill runs down his spine before he swishes around to proceed with the payment of the name tag. within a few minutes, the name tag is put into a small mesh drawstring bag and handed to him. to which, he stores in his pocket. he thanks the owner before leaving the store and beginning to make his way to the restaurant where his friends were eating. 

—

jay has never felt more embarrassed in his life. he has no reason to be embarrassed. but all the eyes on him, for once in his life, he can’t stand the staring. classmates watch the interaction between you two. jay hadn’t expected a hoard of students to enter the classroom at the exact moment he started to converse with you. the pair of eyes he’s always wanted on him are now staring at him and he can feel the slight wobble in his knees. 

“jay?” you call his name and it brings him out of a trance. 

“everyone’s staring, what are you doing?” you scan over your classmate, wondering if he was feeling sick. but you had a feeling you knew why he had approached you in the first place. jay places the pink mesh drawstring bag on your desk quickly and he looks as if he is about to implode, his ears have become so red that he simultaneously looks like he had a violent allergic reaction to something as well. the both of you can feel the pressure from the several students watching, and the whispering that was so obviously about you and jay caused you both to turn absolutely red. 

“you told me you lost your nametag so i got you another one.” he tells you quickly. you don’t really know what to tell him except the pounding beating of your heart can tell it all. jay’s hand rests momentarily on the edge of your desk, though he fears that if he takes his hand off your desk, a sweat imprint of his hand would be left behind and jay becomes queasy at the thought so he retracts his hand quickly and wipes him on his jacket. 

you grab the small bag and pull the nametag out. inspecting it before clipping it onto your blazer. jay doesn’t miss the way you smile softly up at him. he can’t help but smile down at you too. you forget for a second that everyone’s eyes are on you.

 “thanks jay. is there any way i could repay you?” 

“come watch me and my friends open for the spring festival?” 

—

it was one little favorable way of repaying jay. that was the only thing you had to do. just watch him and his friends open the show. it couldn’t be that bad. not bad in a way that they were going to be bad. but bad in a way where you had to stop yourself and watch yourself from catching any feelings. 

though jay had been so kind to you lately. you were always a self-guiding hand to yourself though. always quick to stay away from relationships and boys like him more importantly. you knew how others perceived him. while you heard about the way he would treat girls, something about the jay that was being so respectful to you made you assume that he was adapting, either that or he was genuinely a changed person. 

it’s not like you didn’t know that his band was performing, you didn’t even know he had a band until sunoo showed you a new advertisement poster for the spring festival that include a new band that you hadn’t heard of. turns out, it was jay’s band. 

you were mostly attending the festival because sunoo loved going to them, not to mention your little delusional “crush” on that upperclassmen drummer who played in the school festivals all the time. you weren’t entirely delusional, you knew you had no intention in seeking a relationship with him anyway, it was just a fun way to stay grounded. you had crushes like this all time, little minor infatuation flicks with people you thought were cute. 

you were so good at ignoring jay at first. ignoring him was easy, he was barely in class in the beginning of the semester, either that or he was constantly sleeping. you would never know why he started trying to talk to you. it started with asking you about homework that he had missed, to asking you if you were going to parties that you weren’t even invited to, not that you really cared. to asking you if you were going to sports games. admittedly, you knew why girls would fall at his feet, he was attractive. 

but you were extremely stubborn, you were guarded, that’s just the way you usually were. people only really came to know you as this high achieving honors student that was conveniently the class president. everyone was tense around you, everyone walked on eggshells around you because obviously as someone who would study constantly you would never have time to go out right? 

for the longest time, you learned how to be independent, how to protect yourself from disappointment. even if that meant setting up impenetrable walls. of course the little sunshine sunoo had used a pogo stick to jump over said walls. and now jay park. the little weirdo comparable to the jehovah’s witness people that would come to your door every day. somehow jay had pried his way into your heart. perhaps he had scaled the walls.

after several accounts of rejection to his offers, which you come to soon realize were offers that didn’t make you feel like an outsider to the rest of your classmates which you had ultimately rejected because of your fear. when you had accepted his invitation to watch his band open for the spring festival. it almost didn’t feel like a favour.

— 

“you’ve written a song already? i’m surprised you’re so invested in this band thing.” sunghoon scans over the chicken scratch notes scribbled down as jake and jay’s “sheet music”.

“dude… are you in love with someone? these lyrics are about wanting someone’s attention.” heeseung laughs. jay turns to his friends, jungwon sits on the bleachers by the side of the music room with an amused smile. jake lets out a snort. fingers turning his bass guitars tuning keys. “isn’t it obvious. he wants yn’s attention.” 

“that’s not what the songs about!” jay defends himself. the familiar feeling of heating resurfacing to his face. “oh yeah? then what’s it about?” heeseung smirks. jake wiggles his eyebrow at his friend as sunghoon lets out a holler. “all this effort just for a girls attention. looks like we have to do this so jay gets a girlfriend.” heeseung lets out a joking sigh. 

“i don’t want her to be my girlfriend, i just want her to fall for me.” jay admits aloud. frustrated that his friends just were getting it. his friends halt their laughter as they look at him with doting stares. they all look at one another, sharing the same type of communicating look “… because you fell for her too, right?” 

feeling as if he had to sit down after standing up abruptly. jay recalls all his signs of attraction. he doesn’t believe in love at first sight, though he does believe in attraction at first sight. when had jay first laid eyes on you? it must’ve been the grade 10 open house. upon being introduced to their home room classes, jay saw you. no drastic changes since then. you are a little shorter than you were now. sunoo was still your very best friend among those days, he often wondered how you came to know the boy. did it date back to when you guys were still in middle school? elementary even? he wondered how sunoo was the only person allowed in your personal circle after distancing yourself from everyone. 

when going out with his girlfriend at the time, jay had spotted you waiting at the bus stop alone at night.  you were still in your school uniform but you looked tired, or it could’ve been the poor lighting of the street lamps illuminating sides of the road that casted dark circles upon your eyes. the next day at school, he noticed you weren’t there and had grown concerned that perhaps you hadn’t returned home last night. he overhears sunoo talking to his other friends at the canteen during lunchtime that you had just fallen ill and he is glad nothing had happened to you. 

jay and his friends walk into the convenience store that sunoo works at and there you are sitting behind the counter with sunoo. he notices you’re preoccupied with your homework, though he can’t help but notice the way you twirl your pencil in one hand whilst tilting your head to the side, as if looking at it from another angle would help you understand it better. he thinks it’s cute.

if he was already feeling his stomach twist and turn before talking to you in any instances in the past, then seeing you now would definitely have his stomach folding in on itself. he wants to hit himself for not being the smooth talking jerk he was when trying to talk to other girls. 

you were no better. sunoo is busy retagging items to be put on the shelves. you are sitting behind the cash register counter with your face hot and red, leaning back on an office chair with your arms crossed over your body. 

“when i walked into the stationary store i overheard him ordering the name tag for me.” you tell sunoo, your hands come to your face. hiding the blush bleeding onto your cheeks. “dense much.” your friend says, your brows furrow at the blonde headed boy, neck nearly snapping as you stare daggers into the side of his head. 

“how am i dense?” 

“he obviously likes you. how far has he gone for other girls? sure, paid meals are one thing but being as thoughtful as ordering a name tag so you don’t have to go through the hassle? he’s making your life easier for you.” it surprised you with how much sunoo knew about this type of stuff, to your best knowledge, sunoo had never been in a relationship. you gawk slightly at his thought process. 

“so, do you like him back?” 

–

you quickened your pace, hoping to make it on time to the music room to see if jay was still there practicing. you hold two apple juices in your hands before. curses for whoever made the school so incredibly long because why were you running a whole 3km race just to get to the room you wanted. 

by the time your hand reaches out for the door frame of the music room, the door slides open and jay walks out, almost body checking you with his guitar bag barely missing your face. you don’t know why your breathing so heavily, it was just a very fast paced walk from across the school. jay wisps around to apologize to the random person he almost hit. though his mouth contorts open, nothing comes out when he sees you standing there a bit frazzled. 

“sorry, almost hit you there.” jay apologizes, not stopping himself from smiling as he looks at you. his eyes glaze over you.

“i was looking for you.” you completely ignore what he says, not really caring if he had smacked you with his guitar or not. your words has his mind racing and his stomach doing teeny flips. 

“are you alright?” now it’s your turn to simply melt at his words. you want to scold yourself and tell yourself to get it together. your knees turn wobbly and for a moment you lose your balance but you catch yourself, jay’s arm juts forward at your flinching and this small gesture has you looking between his arm and his face. god, his handsome face. it was so punchable and some days you wanted to do just that. 

“i’m fine, i’m just here to say thank you, again.” when jay looks at you, he doesn’t see the uptight class president that presents herself to everybody. he’s grateful for your thankfulness, but he doesn’t want a thank you. he wants you. but for now, he’ll just have to keep it in, at least until the festival. he retracts his hand but before he does you shove the apple juice drink into his hand. the mere feeling of your fingers brushing against his even for just the split second leaves tingles that don’t subside until he watches you turn your back on him and begin speed walking away. 

“you’re falling for me, aren’t you?” your steps falter, wondering if he had really just said that. jay doesn’t believe it himself. you don’t really know how to respond but jay begins walking to come up beside you with a cheeky smile. 

“you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” your eyes fail to meet his, you’re scared you might actually fall, quite literally, this time. 

“i wouldn’t be opposed to it, no.” jay cracks open the apple juice drink and begins drinking from it. 

“how’d you know i liked this drink?” 

“i didn’t know, it’s just my favourite drink.” wrong, sunoo told you what drink jay comes in to buy the most. you weren’t necessarily lying when you told him it was your favourite drink either. 

“oh my gosh, we’re meant to be.” jays cheeks hurt from smiling, he knows he’s going to go home and lay in his bed all night thinking about this. “yeah right. just because we like the same drink?” 

“meant to be.” he says in a sing-song way. this makes you laugh. jay likes it when you laugh. he likes it when he makes you laugh. not really a sight he sees often, but he’s glad he’s one of the people that can evoke such a happy emotion from you. 

when you two reach the front gates of the school, you expect to part ways with jay, considering he would always walk the opposite way from you. but when he stands there wondering why you were just staring at him, he tilts his head slightly. 

“you think i’m letting you walk home alone?” 

“go home jay.” you smile softly. jay shakes his head, he chews on his bottom lip and your eyes don’t leave them. “you can walk me to that lamppost over there.” you point towards an old lamppost two blocks away and jay takes that over nothing. the walk there is painstakingly slow. though within those two blocks you two talk, and laugh, make banter. jay almost doesn’t want to make it to the lamppost because he knows he’ll have to leave you. you’re thinking the same thing. you weren’t that paranoid about walking alone in the night but having jay there, someone to talk to, helped you feel at ease. jay liked being with you, he liked when he was around you. and not in the way where his hands would feel sweaty. 

“how about that lamppost instead?” 

and this continued until you got home. you stood a fair distance away from your house. the chilling night air was nipping at jay’s face now, but that was alright. 

“ok it 's really time for you to go home now.” you tell him. his smile drops and he frowns exaggeratingly. 

“thank you, again.” you finish. you look so good to him. whether it be in any type of lighting it doesn’t matter. jay catches himself as he feels himself leaning forward, though he plays it off as if he was just rocking back and forth on his feet. you don’t seem to notice though. 

“you probably owe me another apple drink tomorrow.” he tells you. you can’t tell if he’s joking or not but you’re ready to come to school prepared with a bulk case of the drink if he really wants it. 

“get home safe, alright?” 

jay watches you exit into your house and then he begins his traverse back home. thinking about everything that had just happened. now that he had begun to realize his feelings for you, the feelings were beginning to hit him like a ton of bricks. he couldn’t stop his heart from racing. his mind was constantly flooded with memories of you tonight. 

–

a suspectedly good night was spoiled with a mere text from someone you had least expected. 

3 notifications from kimjaehyun

kimjaehyun 

hey yn

we havent talked in a while…

are you dating park jay? 

the member of the band you had a tiny little crush on had texted you. not that you really had a crush on him anymore. something happened between the two of you last year after the spring festival. just a small situationship that didn’t work out. for upperclassmen, kim jaehyun was immature. everyone said that teenage boys were stupid but you hadn’t realiize, this stupid. 

you scrambled to turn off your read receipts to see if jaehyun had really said what he said. not even a hello? or a hi? 

y/f/n

no… why do you ask? 

you bite at your nails awaiting his response. shutting off your phone you feel as if you were still a younger version of yourself throwing your phone across the room in fear of what his response was. after a few minutes you hear the ping of your phone. followed by another few more pings. wondering if he was just texting you a bunch, you climbed off your bed and sat on the rug opening your phone to see. 

2 new notifications from kimjaehyun

parkjay sent you a friend request

you click on jaehyun’s texts first. why was he wondering if you were dating jay? 

kimjaehyun 

oh thats a relief

can we talk after school tomorrow? 

–

you wait inside jaehyuns empty classroom alone. wondering where he is. two bottles of the apple juice drink jay likes reside in the opened bag beside your desk. you wonder what jaehyun has to say. especially after the way you two drifted apart and ended things last year. 

jaehyun steps into the classroom, wandering eyes searching for you. kim jaehyun has not changed since you last saw him, you rarely see him around considering he is in his last year now and has classes on the uppermost third floor where all the seniors are. his light brown hair lays untouched and shaggy, he was still sporting the mullet he has had since his first year. and he still smiled the same. striking you in your heart. 

“what did you need to talk to me about?” you ask, wanting to get to point. you had told jay that you were doing something. you told him you were dropping by the music room to drop something off. 

“as you know, my band and i are performing during the spring festival. our set was cut short because of the addition of jays band. i was wondering if you could give us back our set time by.. i don’t know, maybe getting rid of their performance altogether?” he flashes you a grin. how you used to perceive him with such adoration and respect but that had just been thrown out the window. 

“your band can’t hog the entire night, jaehyun.” you tell him, irritatedly wanting to get out and leave the classroom already. “it wouldn’t be fair to them either.” jaehyun’s grin falls at your words. his arms cross together as he places them on your desk and gives you a pout. your brow twitches. still the same old, immature, jaehyun. 

“don’t give me that face, they’re only doing one song and opening for you. you’re being selfish. if that’s all then we’re done here.” you tell him, grabbing your bag off the floor and getting up from the desk. jaehyun stands up in unison to you. 

“wait no don’t go, that’s not all,” jaehyun blurts out. you had already reached the door and was about to step out the classroom. you’re tempted to hear whatever he has to say out. 

“i’ve been thinking about you lately.” your back is still facing him. you shake your head and wonder if his words are laced with sincerity. you haven’t thought about jaehyun in a while. he was the one exception to your “no people allowed through” rule. and upon breaking that, he caused an aftermath of chaos and emotions for you. you try to ignore his statement as you leave the classroom, shutting the door in the process and making your way out the school instead. you forget all about the plans of heading to see jay. jaehyun’s request had turned your mood a whole 180. 

when you arrive home, you open your phone to see messages from both jay and jaehyun. jaehyun has been thinking about you lately. what the hell does that even mean? why does his relapse in feelings come around the same time the two of you were talking last year. safe to say, sunoo receives a call that night. and he appears at your front door with snacks and face masks. 

parkjay 

wya?

wheres my apple drink :((

u didn’t stop by

r u ok?

kimjaehyun

i hope i didnt scare u bc of the sudden confession

but i was honest w what i said 

you don’t respond to jaehyun after that. only leaving him on delivered. you respond to jay though. mustering up some lame excuse as to why you couldn’t stop by. something about your parents asking you to come home. jay had bought the excuse, following up with a couple of texts asking if it was anything serious. sunoo sleeps over that night as well. the two of you falling asleep in the middle of a drama series, and waking up the following saturday morning forgetting which episode you left off on. 

–

jay grows more irritated as the week leading up to the spring festival arrives. advertisement for the spring festival was put up all over the school. announcements were made of the several bands and dance groups performing. a lot of student made stalls were being set up in the front lawn already. jay was being asked by several students everyday about his band. despite only playing one song, groups of girls and boys have already made it known to him that they were attending just for his band and that they were excited. 

you pry jay to let you hear the song that they are going to be performing, you even ask jungwon to give you a little sneak peak of it as well. upon hearing that it was an original song written by jay, your fascination grows. 

“c’mon let me hear it.” you and jay are walking along the front quad during lunch. jay started inviting you to watch him and his friends play soccer. even inviting sunoo to join them in their games to which he accepted out of competitiveness. 

“no no no no. you’re gonna have to wait just like everyone else.” you hand him one of the apple drinks. the drinks have become a staple in your everyday routine except you both alternate giving each other the drinks instead. half of the time it’s sunoo letting you rob the store and take drinks for free because he knows you’re trying to save money. 

“plus, i’m kinda nervous to show you.” he says, looking down and staring at the pavement. you scoff. “if you’re nervous in front of me what makes you think that you can perform in front of all these students?” jay wasn’t scared of performing in front of crowds, he has done it before but in a different sense, in basketball he has performed in large gyms in front of a lot of people. he wasn’t nervous in front of people, he was nervous in front of you. and for good reason. you played the guitar, he wanted to impress you. 

“hey yn!” 

you and jay turn your heads in unison. jaehyun stands a few feet away with a hand in his blazer pocket and one waving at you. jay’s eyes fixed on the unknown guys name tag. he thinks back to the time sunoo told him this was the guy you had eyes on during last years spring festival. jay’s eyes fall back onto you, you grin fell into that of an unknown expression. jaehyun approaches you two and you plaster a fake smile in greeting him. 

“jaehyun, hi.” followed with a curt nod, jaehyun doesn’t really look his age. he looks older. he’s about the same height as jay. but he notices the fleeting glint in jaehyun’s eye as he looks at you. he notices the smirk playing on his lips. but he takes the most notice in your disengagement in the conversation with him. almost straying away from jaehyun as he approaches. you move towards jay, but he’s all too familiar with that look you’re now giving him. jaehyun’s playful guise drops as his eyes follow yours, landing on jay.

“you must be jay.” 

jaehyun was the so-called ex sunoo mentioned to him the first time he asked about you. jay doesn’t quite know what to say to jaehyun. but from the way he felt as though jaehyun was coming onto you again. jay felt uneasy. he wanted to say something to get you out of the situation, taking into account the disturbed look you had on your face. 

“yeah, jaehyun right?” jaehyun nods. “you’re opening for us the night of the festival right? man, i did not expect you guys to start a band at all. i only really thought you played sports.” he says, a hand coming to his hair, combing it back to get it out of his face yet his bangs still topple over his forehead. jay doesn’t really know how to respond to that. 

“i guess i just have other talents to show.” he shrugs. jay wonders what you found attractive with this guy. were you into his face? did you like his hair? should jay start growing out his hair for a mullet too? he wouldn’t be opposed to a short mullet. or perhaps it was just because he could play the drums. jay could play the drums too. albeit, not better than sunghoon but he can definitely learn if that’s what you wanted. 

“i’m looking forward to the festival jay, i’ll see you two around.” 

jaehyun begins walking away and you let out a deep breath. “that was weird.” jay comments. turning to you and checking if you were alright. “me and jaehyun used to date.” you tell him quietly. jay hears you perfectly fine though. he was well aware you had some kind of crush on jaehyun, but dating was something he never really thought of because you were just so closed off. at the thought of someone else being able to swipe you off your feet, jay grew kind of cold and a chill ran through his body. he wonders why you decide to tell him right now. 

“i’m sorry i just had to tell you because he talked to me for the first time in a year last friday. and he was being a jerk, and that ruined my mood because i was so excited to go and see you but then no, he had to ruin everything and then i went home and cried into my pillow.” you tuck your hair behind your ear, looking down at your shoes. you don’t know why you’re being so emotional, especially out in the open. jaehyun kind of scares you. and watching jay and jaehyun first meet was like two worlds colliding for you. you feared that jaehyun was going to do something that would hurt jay’s feelings to make it look bad on you despite you not doing anything in that sort of way. 

 jay’s hands came to either side of your arms and held you straight. you looked up and he almost felt his heart tear slightly when he saw the tears  springing from your eyes. “why are you sorry? you didn’t do anything wrong.” he consoles you. his hands are arm against your blazer. you’re not sure what complex you to hug jay first, he doesn’t expect it either. here you are, in the middle of the school quad hugging jay because you didn’t want to show your startled tears to anyone. you also didn’t want jay to know that him telling you that you shouldn’t be sorry for something that wasn’t your fault, affected you this much. 

jay’s hands travel to your back while you hug him. unbeknownst to him, it had gone unnoticed that his heart was hammering against his chest. and you, being the neighbor to his heart right now could hear it thumping. “it’s unfortunate he made you upset. i can beat him up for you.” you laughed at his suggestion as you pulled away from him. you felt all warm inside. you played it off as your endorphins fucking up your body but lets be honest, you really knew why you were warm. 

“yeah okay sure. you can try.” even in tears with puffy under eyes you still look absolutely stunning to jay.

“what?! i totally could. have you seen me?”

–

the night of the festival, students were sent home early to get ready while others stayed at school to keep working on their stalls. other students volunteered to run games and other fun stands. the stage was set up for the performers and the groups were just going through dress rehearsals and practices. there were many firsts for jay, but this was the first time he would be performing a literal call for attention to a girl that he really likes, that he’s not 100% sure likes him in front of a lot of students so yeah, a lot of firsts for jay!

“you look like you’re about to throw up.” jake tells jay who stares at himself menacingly in the bathroom mirror. sunghoon and heeseung take a few hefty steps away from jay who looks pale. “what are the chances that yn doesn’t even get the point of the song? i think that would be hilarious.” sunghoon asks. fixing his hair in the mirror. 

“don’t say that.” jungwon comes walking out of the bathroom stall in some casual clothes. he flattens his shirt out with his palms and slides in between jake and jay in need of the sink. “she’ll understand. i’m pretty sure. as if the lyrics weren’t obvious enough.” 

“‘standing at the crosswalk, i can’t move an inch’ i think it’s cute.” jungwon says while reciting the lyrics jay was so shy about showing his friends.  jungwon moves away from the sink, grabbing a paper towel to dry his hands. “you think everything is cute, jungwon.” sunghoon says rolling his eyes jokingly. “i don’t think you’re cute.” jungwon says in a matter-of-factly tone. sunghoon mimics him with his tongue sticking out and jungwon does the same in return. the other three boys roll their eyes in response to their childishness. 

“are you going to dedicate the song to her like all those cheesy romance movies?” questions heeseung.

“no… should i be?” jay questions, at first he was opposed to it. but if that’s what his friends think he should be doing then maybe he should do it? jake and heeseung shake their heads ‘no’ with distasteful expressions on their faces. “i think you should just leave it up to her interpretation. like how literature teachers make you do it.” jake inputs. jay leans against the wall of the washroom now. staring at himself and then his friends. sunghoon and jungwon continue to joke around with each other. 

“there’s a possibility she would just leave and then boom, i’m heartbroken. or she would come find me backstage and happily ever after.” 

“why are you thinking so negatively? this isn’t like you man. you always work hard to get what you want. you threw away all those nasty habits of playing around with girls. yn literally changed you and now you’re scared?” jungwon asks, pausing his playful fighting with sunghoon to lecture jay. jungwon was right, jay’s friends nodded in agreement. jay was never one to back down from a challenge, and he rarely ever let things get to his head, not in the way this dilemma did. 

“i think i’m just scared of fucking things up with her. i really like her.” 

“that’s what we thought. if you really like her you wouldn’t give up on her. no chickening out.” 

by the time you and sunoo arrived, a lot of students were in the quad. some playing the carnival games that were set up. some were eating the food that students were responsible for serving. music was playing from the stage, but the concerts didn’t start until 8pm, it was only 7:30. 

sunoo proceeded to drag you around, though you were just searching around for any sight of a dark haired guitarist. sunoo tried to shake the nerves off you too, knowing full well you were just here because of said guitarist. it ended up working because for the next 30 minutes, you were preoccupied with the large amounts of food sunoo ordered, as well as the games. even after playing for all that time, you and sunoo were not very lucky with anything that include throwing, catching or shooting. leaving you empty handed from the plethora of plushies that the game vendors were offering. 

“don’t be upset, sunoo, i’ll ask jay to win me a couple and you can have some.” you tell your friend, he laughs before checking the time on his phone. “jay is gonna be going up soon, we should go to get a good spot for the show.” sunoo tells you. you nod, letting him lead the way. sunoo finds a spot not too crowded with people and he claims the area as yours. while waiting you take your phone out to see if anyone has texted you. 

2 new notifications from parkjay

parkjay 

hey are you already at school?

when u see this can u come meet me at the right backstage stairs a few mins before the show starts?

your heart flutters and you tell sunoo you’re going to use the washroom really quickly. sunoo tells you to hurry before the crowd gets any bigger because he doesn’t want you getting lost. you tell him you’ll be quick and you fleetingly speed walk your way to the right hand stage stairs where jay said to meet. 

you round the front of the stage and find jay sitting on the stairs while looking straight ahead. he looks nervous and he fidgets with his fingers before ultimately deciding to stand up but you say something before he gets a chance to leave. 

“did i keep you waiting?” you ask, jay whips his head around and his features soften when he see’s you. he awe’s at your outfit, finding your fashion sense impeccable. something else that he likes about you. jay shakes his head before he steps down a few more flights of stairs and smiles down at you. you meet him at the bottom while he still stands a few steps higher, making him look over you. 

“i didn’t see your text until earlier. me and sunoo were preoccupied with the carnival games and we lost track of time. we didn’t even win anything but we lost a bunch of money.” you tell him laughing. your story makes jay chuckle. “talking to you makes my nerves go away.” he tells you honestly. you’re hoping the sun is setting quick enough to hide the red tinge creeping from your neck to your ears. 

“don’t be nervous, i know you’re gonna do great.” you tell him. you reach for his hand and he lets you take it with no hesitation. you tug jay down a step lightly, he’s only a bit taller than you now. you feel yourself shaking, hoping it’s not obvious with the way your hand tremors slightly. jay seems to understand as he bends down, your lightly glossed lips meet his cheek, leaving a red-ish tint to his cheek. jay stands up straight after you retract from him and you give him a small shy smile. 

“good luck!” 

– 

the concert begins shortly after you return to your spot where sunoo is busy taking pictures with the beautiful sunset lighting in the background. the concert announcer blaring through the speakers bring an influx of students to the grassy field where the concert is taking place. 

you watch as the host of the concert takes a place in the middle of the stage and begins introducing jay’s band. you hear students screaming and cheering left and right before the lights dim down and jay walks out with his members. it really was as if you were at a concert because jay and his friends had fans around the school. girls and boys liked them a lot, so when they appeared it had the audience screaming. 

“this is an original song.. dedicated to someone really special to me. so, enjoy everyone.” 

the lights change into that of a red and orange colour, though there is a spotlight placed onto each of the members and then the song begins. 

you had to admit that jay really was a talented person. from sports to playing guitar, to even his voice. you were a fan of music. and jay looked great on the stage. heeseung and jay’s voice had a lot of screams from the audience and it frightened you a little bit. but sunoo was beginning to piece together the lyrics of the song instead of jumping around with joy like the other students that were watching. he looked towards you, you seemed to be enjoying yourself as well. you were happy and smiling. 

you begin to really listen to the lyrics of the song. wanting attention, panic, standing at the crosswalk. you didn’t want to believe that this song was about you. but at this rate, who else was it about. you were the only person the entirety of the school has seen with jay other than his friends for the past two months and it was unavoidable. you would’ve felt terrible if the song was for someone else and you had kissed jay on the cheek prior to the performance. there was no denying it. you had your attention on jay.

sunoo realizes that it had clicked in your head. you can barely hear your thoughts with the volume of the concert and the singing voices of the other boys. you never take your eyes off jay though. he wasn’t looking at you at the time but his eyes scanned over the crowd frantically whilst he strummed his guitar. he was looking for you. when he finally found you, you were already looking at him. he couldn’t decipher the look on your face but you were smiling at him. your smile was contagious, jay couldn’t help but smile as he sang. 

as the song came to a close, you left earlier than most of the crowd. sunoo followed you out of the mosh pit of students. jay is the first person off the stage when the song ends. his eyes never left yours until the end and when he sees you bolting towards the right stairwell to the stage he knows he has to meet you there. 

when you reach the stairs, jay is already on the last steps and his sweaty palms are back, his heart is ramming against his chest yet again and the butterflies in his stomach are basically a rampaging zoo at this point. you almost pounce on jay when you see him. wanting to hit him, yet kiss in at the meaningful gesture. you bury your face into his chest and he rocks you side to side as he envelops you in a hug. 

“you wrote that for me?” you ask, wanting reassurance, that this was real, that his feelings were real, that you were the one. “if it was about someone else i wouldn't be hugging you right now.” jay tells you. you lift your head to look up at him and his hands come to your cheeks. jay pulls you in and pushes his lips to yours. he parts from your lips, foreheads still touching before you two erupt into laughter. 

“i really, really, really like you yn.” 

“i really, really, really like you too jay.” 

DONE WAHAHHAOOOO

[kristea9ay]

This probably won’t make sense but I hope it does, sorry In advance lol

So Mk is still the harbinger of chaos, does this mean season 5 still happens? So him sacrificing himself for his friends and family? And everyone (especially macaque and Sun wukong) trying to prevent this and trying to find another way without loosing him? As well as meeting Nüwa etc.

And also do any of the events throughout/during LMK occur in the celestial family au?

The story is a lot different from the original.

It's mainly because in this AU Azure is the new Emperor and so the whole story from that point changed and doesn't follow the Canon.

MK is still harbinger of chaos, but no one really knows what it is or that it even exists (except for the underworld kings and Nuwa)

MK in this AU doesn't have to sacrifice himself and restart the cycle. Instead, when he finds out he is the Harbinger of chaos, his "duty"/"mission" is to keep an eye on the guardians of the stones and recharge their energy so they can keep the stones safe forever.

That's why his energy level is so fricking high compared to everyone.

[itgirl-cad]

I kept seeing tiktoks about an AU where the characters are actors and what their blooper reel would look like… so I made a lil fic from the idea :) lmk if I should make this a mini series cuz I have so many ideas!!

Valentino was sitting on his couch, waiting for the scene to start. It had been 5 takes deep into the first few lines of his scene and he had to continuously restart. As soon as they had the greenlight, they started the scene. He sat up with rage.

“Fuckin’ finally!” He smashes the sugar glass cup he was holding right on the floor. He finally managed to hit it on the spike they put on the floor. “Kitty, another drink!” One camera followed the extra Valentino was interacting with, the other stayed focused on his close up.

“Can you believe what that piece of shit did?” He held out his hand without moving his head to look. The extra placed it in his hand but Val got a bit too into character and moved too quickly. The drink hit his hand and was tossed onto the ground below. “Hijo de perra!” Val swore as he picked the prop up and sighed.

Vox chuckled from the other side of the room “This scene is never gonna end.”

Take 6.

“Can you believe what that piece of shit did? The ungrateful whore!” He yelled and fake threw the glass. Vox had to laugh. He was trying to stifle it but it ended up bursting out of him. “I’m sorry but you look so stupid.”

Val rolled his eyes, “You try fake throwing something.”

It was take one of Lucifer and Alastor having their first scene together. They have had the most success with their lack of mistakes. Charlie was watching them, almost in awe when she heard her cue line and made her way towards her father as he turned to speak to her in an unimpressed tone.

“Who is this? Are you the bellhop?” He gestured his cane over to the taller man.

Alastor let out the most perfect fake and sarcastic laugh ever. He really did amazing with sarcastic roles. “No! I am the host of this hotel! You might have heard of me from my radio broadcast.” He leans on his cane, slightly bending down to his level, just even to make a point.

“Hmm. nope! I guess that’s why Charlie called it the HAZBIN hotel hahaha-”

“Ha ha ha…” His last ha dragged out for a bit then the radio effect was gone from his voice, “What the fuck’s my line?” He asked and started to chuckle.

Charlie let out a laugh as the crew told him his line.

“I do apologize, your performance was rather captivating.” Alastor adjusted his tie and his ears moved a bit. He was getting a bit frustrated working with Lucifer. Usually he makes no mistakes.

They ran the scene again.

Hmm. nope! I guess that’s why Charlie called it the HAZBIN hotel hahaha-”

His laughing got cut off by Alastors fake bullshit retort “Ha ha ha. It was actually my idea.” nHe looked at his nails like a sassy ‘mean girls��� like character.

Lucifer’s eyes got more bloodshot as his laugh got more insane and his dialogue speed up “Haha well it’s not very clever-”

Ha HA…” Alastor got down to lucifer’s level and up in his business “Fuck you”

Charlie got in between the two of them “Anyways.. Dad, look at this lovely parlor!” She dragged him away to carry on the scene.

Alastor appeared behind them as Charlie spoke his name. He never missed a cue. He made his way over to her, minding the spot on the floor that is spiked with red tape, for him. “Charlie has a very unique vision. I am happy to fulfill her bizarre requests.” He rests a hand on her shoulder.

“Oh, thank you, Alastor.” She smiles sweetly and places her hand on his. Lucifer was fuming. Alastor looked back over to his face and his shit eating grin got bigger.

“Quite an impressive young lady,” He placed a hand on her chin. Charlie decided to be a prankster and gave him a kissy face and puckered her lips. Alastor, not expecting such an action, drops his hand from her chin and the radio static picks up. Charlie roared out with laughter, Lucifer following suit.

“Al! Your fucking face!” She had tears in her eyes.

“You traumatized him!” Lucifer was having too much fun with this.

Alastor just looks right into the camera with a traumatized smile and pained eyes. The director yelled cut and Alastor’s smile immediately drops. He frowns and his radio effect is gone from his voice.

“Awh no he's frowning!” Charlie felt kinda bad, but it was a funny prank.

“It was worth it.” Lucifer gave her a high-five.

In the recording studio, Vox was recording his lines for “stayed gone” alongside Alastor. They both had their scripts in front of them and stood in front of microphones.

Vox started his lines “Top of the hour, and we're discussing a certain has-been Who has been spotted cavorting around town After a seven-year absence. Did anybody miss him? Did anybody notice? More on tonight's program So, the Radio Demon is- holy fuck I talk a lot..” He exclaimed, running out of breath.

Alastor chuckled, “I have been telling you that.”

“Oh literally go fuck yourself” He rolled his eyes and started from ‘top of the hour’ once again

They tried different callouts between the lines to see what would fit best. Most of it was improv because Vox couldn’t remember the actual script. He was too engaged with yelling at alastor and looking at the cocky son of a bitch in the booth beside him.

“Yes, I know it's been a while Since someone with style treated Hell to a broadcast Sinners, rejoice!”

“What a stupid voice!” Vox yelled. Vox just did a string of those, looping Alastor’s track so he did have to repetitively sing the same cue line. “Such an irritating voice!” “What a lousy voice!” He could’ve gone all day long if the sound director let him. All those shower conversations had prepared him.

“Instead of a clout-chasing mediocre video podcast” Alastor sang and let Vox have multiple retorts

“Come on.. No, that one is so boring. Lemme try again” Vox sighs and thinks of better retorts, “Oh piss off!” “Excuse me?” “up yours!”

“Is Vox insecure, pursuing allure? Flitting between this fad and that, is nothing working?”

“Ignore his chirping!”

To be honest, Vox could have written a disstrack.

[kermit-emoji-writes]

Night City Crawlers (Cyberpunk 2077 x The Lost Boys AU) Poly!Lost Boys x Fem!Reader

A/N:Hi! I wanted to make this au because like I love cyberpunk and I thought the boys would fit really well within the universe. I’m ngl this is really self indulgent lol. I’m gonna have 4 more parts where each chapter is about the growing relationship between reader and each boy.

Pairings: Poly!Lost Boys x Reader

Word Count: ~3k

Warnings:Mentions of poverty (Reader lives in their car), cursing, reader is mentioned to have a cybernetic metal leg but there’s no other physical descriptions beyond that, Paul gets bullied a little, lmk if I missed anything else!

It was a gloomy day, fucking humid, but gloomy. It had been raining off and on all day. Rain soaking every surface in Night City. If you actually had your own place you’d be inside, but considering you were still living out of your truck a year after leaving the Aldecados you didn’t have it in you to stay in your car all day. So here you are, at night, walking along the boardwalk in Pacifica. Rain and sweat coating the skin that was exposed.

You leisurely strolled, soon coming up to a group of men standing around a console for a defunct roller coaster. Two of them were bickering. “I thought you said you knew how to fix it!” A tall blonde whined, hair teased and set in every which way. “I do! Will you get off my dick?!” A short blonde with curly hair shot back, shoving the taller one.

Two other men stood nearby, one a tall broad brunette he seemed to be amused by the other boy’s actions. Lastly a platinum blonde stood away from the rest, he leaned on the platform leading up to where one would get on the roller coaster. A cigarette hung from his lips.

While you got closer you noticed strange symbols on their jackets, all the same. You averted your gaze as you got closer, not wanting to cause any trouble ‘cause you couldn’t keep your eyes ahead of you.

You thought you were out of the woods as soon as you passed the only man keeping guard.

“You’re a long way from home, little girl.”

You turned around. “Excuse me?”

“Your jacket, it says Aldecados on it. What’s a little thing like you doing in Night City?”

The blonde dropped his cigarette on the ground and stomped it out before taking two steps towards you. His voice got the attention of the other men.

“Fuck you, you look just as old as me, dirt bag!”

He let out a breathy chuckle and smirked, clearly amused by your reaction. “Oouuu~ feisty~” You looked up to see the two blondes bickering at the console with their eyes trained on you. The small one smiling as he sized you up, thumb held up near his mouth. “Hey, hot mama! How’d you get the cool leg?” The wild one called out to you, drawing attention to your metal cybernetic leg, one you customized with car paint.

“It got blown off by a raven shiv a few years back.” You explained. “Hell yeah! That’s badass!” You shifted in place from the compliment. “Thanks.” You huffed out.

Your eyes went to the Brunette who had yet to say anything, he simply looked at you with an unreadable expression.

“You think you can fix this for us, babe?” The small one asked, pointing to the console. You thought about it before hesitantly nodding. You didn’t doubt your abilities, but you needed a moment to weigh your options. These guys were kind of fucking strange, just like the rest of Night City, but you weren’t explicitly threatened by them.

You walked up to the console, after plugging yourself in you began hacking. In your trance you didn’t notice the men huddling around.

“You think we should invite her?” A voice said it belonged to the smaller man.

“I think so, she’s hot.” The wild one spoke up, chuckling after his statement.

“Paul only wants her in ‘cause she looks like one of his BD girls.” A deep voice you haven’t heard before said.

“Hey! That’s not true!” Paul you assumed, whined

“He’s right, Dwayne! She looks like one of his favorite joytoys!” The small one retorted

You almost had to restart hacking the console because you were being nosey and listening in on their conversation, but it was the most amusing thing you’ve ever listened to.

“I don’t even pay for joytoys dickhead! You know that Marko!” The men simply laughed at Paul’s reply.

“Yeah! Cause you’re so ugly BD girls are the only ones you can get!” Marko replied.

At this point you were done unlocking the console and turned to see Paul lunge at Marko, but he quickly dodged Paul, too quickly, like he phased out of reality and reappeared. You had gotten into scuffles with Tyger Claws plenty of times so this kind of tech wasn’t new to you, but what Marko had was on a whole other level.

Paul quickly turned to see Marko running away at a human pace. Paul almost disappeared just to show up in front of Marko. Marko, laughing the entire time, “tried” to run away. Paul simply reached out to grab the collar of Marko’s highly embellished jacket to bring him into a headlock.

You watched in amusement as the two bickered back and forth, your lips quirking up into a smile.

“What do you say, girly? Wanna join us?”

You nearly jumped out of your skin at the proximity of the voice. You turned around to see the platinum blonde standing face to face with you. You whipped your head around to look at where he was previously standing only to see the brunette shoot you a wink. There’s no way he could’ve gotten this close to you without breaching your line of sight… unless he also had the same chrome as Marko and Paul.

Looking back at him he had a smirk stuck on his face.

You took a minute to weigh your options.

There’s no way you could fight or run away from them, they would slaughter you before you even had the chance. You had no idea what they wanted with you, they could be looking for sacrifices for all you knew. And lastly they were weird! Freaks even!

“I know what you’re thinking.” He said while he watched you wrack your brain. You audibly gulped. “Y-you do?” You wouldn’t be surprised if he could somehow read your thoughts, as impossible as that may be.

“Not literally, my optics can sense your emotional state.” You visibly relaxed.

“Obviously my boys took a liking to you, and you don’t have a tribe anymore.” He said while taking a gloved hand and flicking imaginary dust off your jacket.

“I’m just an ex-Aldecado, I can’t give you anything.”

“Well sure you can, you worked on all kinds of things in the Badlands right?”

You simply nodded.

“We have some bikes that could use some metinence.”

You thought for a moment, but were brought out of your haze when you heard yelling.

“We told you rats to stay out of Pacifica!”

“Shit! VDBs!” Dwayne yelled before running away with Marko and Paul in tow.

“Think about it.” He told you before running off with his pack. The Voodoo Boys ran after them as they let off their guns yelling obscenities. Within the commotion you made your escape.

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A day passed since you last met the strange men in Pacifica. You now sat at a Takoyaki stand in Japan town, chin resting on your hand as you zoned out thinking about your strange encounter. You mindlessly took a bite out of your food. As you chewed you received a call. The caller ID read as unknown. You pondered who it could be, you didn’t know many people in Night City as is, but if you didn’t pick up the curiosity would eat at you.

You accepted the call. Your optics flashed blue before an image of the platinum blonde appears.

“Oh… it’s you.” You greet..

He smirked. “Don’t sound so excited.”

“I’m not.” You deadpanned

“So, did you think about my offer?” He asked, you took note of how eager he was for you to join his band of degenerates.

“I don’t even know your name, why should I even trust you.” You took another bite of your food, synthetic octopus and dough filling your mouth.

“What, you think I’m gonna whore you out like some joytoy?”

“And what if you do?” You responded with a mouth full of food. “I’m just saying, you guys are a little too pretty.”

He laughed at that, a hearty laugh filling your ears making you smile. “You really think I’m a pimp?”

“Well, you called them your boys… and I’d probably throw some eddies at the little blonde one if I had the cash.”

A broad smile stayed on his face as he shook his head, you didn’t want to admit it, but you liked the banter. “I’ll be sure to tell Marko that, anyway, think about my offer and make up your mind before night fall. Once you do come to the location I’m sending over by 9 sharp.”

“What do I get out of this?” You asked, before you even made a decision you needed to know what you were getting into. A life of squalor was much more promising than accidentally becoming a slave to psychos with chrome you’ve never seen.

“Well, if you come you’ll find out. Don’t keep me waiting, doll.” He shot You a wink and promptly hung up. Soon after you received a text.

“Here’s the location”

Your gps marked the outskirts of Corpo plaza just bordering Heywood.

Later you received another text.

“Tell the guy out front you need to talk to The Lost Boys, he’ll let you in. Remember, I don’t like to wait ;)”

Sighing you paid the food stand owner and got up to go about your day.

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9 finally rolled around after what felt like an eternity. You were oddly giddy at the thought of seeing all the men again, but you weren’t sure why.

The location took you straight to Valentinos territory. You kept your head on a swivel as you looked around. Passing El Pinche Pollo, two Valentino’s sized you up. You kept your gaze straight and held your head high, as long as you looked confident and minded your business you were sure you’d be left alone. During your short time in the city you’ve found that the Valentinos were the only gang that had respect for others, unlike Tyger Claws and worst of all, Malestrom.

Soon you stood outside of the exact location. Bright pink fluorescent lights illuminated the small alley. ‘Six Shots’ the lights spelled out, along with a pair of lips and 18+. Oh god, you really were about to sell your soul to a pimp.

A cough interrupted your thoughts. You looked up at the bouncer, he simply quirked an eyebrow at you. You could still back out if you wanted, pretend none of this even happened. But you decided to go through with it anyway.

You cleared your throat. “Uh, I needa talk to The Lost Boys.” He silently looked you up and down. After he was satisfied he stepped to the side, “Go to the back and take the elevator down to the basement.” You nodded and walked through the door.

After crossing the threshold your jaw dropped. Bodies were crowded together dancing alone or grinding up on each other. Platforms were suspended in air as various scantily clad men and women danced along with the pounding music. The mix of alcohol, sweat and sex swirled in the humid air, it was intoxicating.

You braced yourself as you pushed through the bodies. On your way to the back you couldn’t even count how many times you were groped, prodded and grabbed.

After barreling through the bodies you reached the back doors where another bouncer stood. His eyes flashed blue and your own optics notified you that you were being scanned. “The Lost Boys?” He shouted over the music. “Yeah!” You responded. He nodded and let you back. Once you were in the back you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in, the music was now muffled.

You were now standing in a corridor face to face with an elevator. You looked left and right and saw doors on either end, most likely for the dancers you thought. You pressed the call button for the elevator and entered once it came.

While it made the descent you began toying with the frayed hem of your shorts, the weight of what you were doing just now dawning on you. Now you couldn’t back out anymore, whatever happens happens and you have to deal with the consequences. If you do die at least it won’t be under usual circumstances you thought, getting your skull crushed in by an Animal could be far worse.

The elevator made a ‘ding’ once it reached the basement. Once the doors opened your jaw dropped, you weren’t sure what you were expecting but the place was a lot nicer than you thought. Once leaving the elevator you stepped into a large living space, the middle dipped in to house a pit filled with coushins and blankets. Right in front of the pit a large TV was anchored to the wall. To the right of the pit was a kitchenette and bar, where the small blonde happened to be. He was cleaning a cup until he looked up at you and smiled. “You came!” He seemed incredibly happy at your presence.

You gave him a small smile and raised your hand up to wave, it was by far the most awkward thing you’ve done. He cupped his hands around his mouth. “YO! DAVID! SHE’S HERE!”

You waited for a moment until the wild blonde came running out with the platinum blonde and brunette following behind.

“Babe!” Teased hair came bouncing towards you. He stopped in front of you and smiled, teeth showing. “Uh hey, how’s it going?” A smile was brought to your face, his attitude was contagious. Before you could answer, the platinum blonde pushed him aside. “Excuse Paul, he has a little crush.” You looked at Paul and watched him pout as he stood aside.

He extended his hand to you. “I’m David, and these are my boys. You already met Paul.” You shook David’s hand and shifted your gaze to Paul once more this time waving at you prompting you to wave back. “This is Marko.” David took back his hand and stepped aside revealing the curly haired man. “Hey.” He said, sizing you up again, you felt hot under his gaze. “Hey! Stop that!” Paul spoke up. “Stop what?” Marko responded. “You’re undressing her with your eyes!” Paul moved to shove Marko. “Awww, scared I’ll take away your girlfriend Paulie?” He mockingly cooed.

David let out a sigh and shook his head. “Sorry about them, they’re a little rowdy.”

“Shut up!” Paul shouted as he started grappling Marko. The smaller man laughed as he successfully riled up his partner.

You watched as David’s agitation grew. He huffed out air through his nose. “Dwayne, stop them.” The large brunette simply nodded and moved to the pair. Grabbing them by the back of their necks he pried them apart. Paul continued to reach for him and Marko stuck his tongue out and continued to mock him. “If you don’t cut it out I’ll break your necks.” Dwayne said as he tightened his grip on the two. Both quickly relented, reaching for his grip on them as they whined and sputtered out apologies, satisfied he smiled and released the two leaving them to crumple on the floor. David shot the taller a smile. “And this.” Dwayne strolled over to you and David. The blonde slapped a hand on his shoulder, “This is Dwayne.” He held out a hand to you. You shook his hand and looked up at him. You were startled at how beautiful he was. Dark narrow eyes rimmed by dark lashes looked down at you. You suddenly panicked and looked away, heat rising through your body. Dwayne noticed your reaction and chuckled, releasing your hand.

“So, let’s talk about our arrangement. Marko, get us some drinks.” You looked at Marko who was still writhing on the floor. “Got it!” He slowly got up and cracked his neck. “I’m good.” You looked at Paul and gave him a worried look. David and Dwayne walked over to the bar where Marko was working. “Hey, are you okay?” You gently nudged Paul as he lay on the floor. He opened his eyes and gave you a goofy grin. Smiling back you reached out a hand for him to grab, quickly he took it and stood to his full height. He kept his hand wrapped around yours as his blue eyes bore into yours.

You heard a snort. “I think I can see the hearts in his eyes.” Marko commented.

“Alright, Casanova.” David stood up to seat you by the bar. Once sat he cleared his throat. You could’ve sworn you heard Paul whine as well.

“What you get out of our arrangement is a safe place to sleep, protection from all of us if you ever need it, a cut from whatever missions we go on and whatever else you want, doll.” He smirked at you before grabbing the glass cup and downing it. You didn’t miss the suggestive tone as he finished listing the perks of joining them.

You cleared your throat trying not to think about what it would be like underneath Dwayne. “Uh, and what do I have to do?”

“It’s easy really, do some maintenance on our bikes, come on missions with us and most importantly…” he trailed off and held eye contact. “Give us your complete loyalty.” You looked back at David, his gaze staring straight into you.

Without thinking you immediately answered. “I’m in.” The corners of David’s lips quirked up while Paul and Marko cheered.

You grabbed the drink that Marko placed by you and downed it in one gulp, you were spurred on by the energy in the room. You received firm slaps on your back from the boys.

“C’mon boys, let’s go celebrate.” David caught you and the boys’ attention before they broke out in cheers once more. Paul wrapped an arm around you as you all piled into the elevator. “Welcome to your new life, mamas.” Paul said directly in your ear.

It was the last thing you remember before the rest of the night became hazy.

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WIP list for the two people who asked (lol)

Sorta multi-chap Vanitas fic for the Re:Formed AU I talked about a while back on here, arranged like Roxas’s diary entries (abandoned for now but if I’ve got an idea for it I’ll pick it back up)

YMX just… talking with people before the restarted Keyblade War (if anyone has suggestions for who he should talk to next lmk)! I’ve got Xigbar, Vanitas, and Marluxia already

Pretty abandoned wip of Sora and MX talking on Destiny Islands after Re:Mind where Sora chews him out and they find common ground, not enough to absolve MX of what he’s done but enough for Sora to understand why he did what he did

Xehanort Hair Loss fic. The idea came to me at 1 am before a school night and I wrote the first part of it in a fervor before I went to sleep

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candlelight : y.jh

༉‧₊˚✧ for my 1k event !

requested by @crimsoncauldron : hey, sol! congrats on 1k (woo hoo). well deserved <3 blind date, friends to lovers, jeonghan

a/n: hi livvie!! thank you so much for sending a req and for all the support and love you’ve shown me 💓 i hope you’ll like this hehe i went overboard a tad :’))) requests are open until june 1 so please reference this post and read the guidelines if you’re interested!

word count | 1.2k

pairing | yoon jeonghan (svt) x gn!reader

genre | fluff, blind date au, friends-to-lovers au

warning(s) / includes | food and alcohol mentions (please lmk if i missed anything!)

joshua (18:43) you better be on your way

joshua (18:43) trust me, you’ll like him ;)

joshua (18:44) when have i ever wronged you?

Rolling your eyes, albeit fondly, you shoot a quick text back to your friend promising you really are just a block away from the restaurant, and not buried under your covers at home restarting your favourite K-drama for the fifth time like most of your Friday nights. Considering how many praises Joshua had sung about your to-be date, he will never let you hear the end of it if you stood this guy up.

You’re not a mean person—at least, that’s what you tell yourself to soothe the guilt of rejecting all the blind dates you’ve been set up on in the past several months. Your friends have good intentions, wanting to help you get back into the dating game after being single for a considerably long time, yet for some reason the people you were matched with just weren’t… right.

Some of them weren’t even horrible people to begin with, in fact you quite enjoyed the evening you spent with Seungcheol’s friend, Seokmin. He was incredibly sweet and did everything right by conventional first date standards, yet something still felt off. You just couldn’t picture yourself being with him in the long run, and you ended things after the second date. Seokmin was understanding, perhaps even sympathetic, but that somehow made guilt weigh heavier on your gut.

Your phone chimes again.

joshua (18:54) he told me he’s inside, table next to the waterfall

joshua (18:54) have fun :))))

The knot in your stomach tightens as a waiter shows you in, and you tell yourself to take a few deep breaths and put more faith in Joshua Hong. The extravagant interior of the restaurant does little to soothe your nerves, but the sound of running water coming from the indoor waterfall is pleasant, that you’ll admit.

You scan the tables surrounding the structure, finding all but one of them already occupied by couples. The man sitting alone has his back facing you, thus preventing you from seeing his face as you walk up to the table with a lump in your throat. Your approaching footsteps alert him of your presence, and he looks over his shoulder at you—

You can’t help your surprise. “Jeonghan?”

“Hi,” he smiles, sweet but self-assured. You’re still in a mild state of shock even as he gets up to pull out your chair, waiting for you to settle into your seat comfortably before returning to his own.

You wouldn’t say Yoon Jeonghan is a close friend, but he certainly is far from a mere acquaintance. You’ve talked quite a few times at the meet-ups Joshua likes to organise every month or so for all his friends, and he’s always been nothing but kind and courteous to you, sometimes allowing his witty side to shine through just to hear the chime of your laughter.

You knew he liked you as a friend, but enough to ask you out through your mutual friend? You never would’ve guessed. Somehow, it all seemed far too good to be true that someone so charming, so effortlessly commands attention everywhere he goes, would take an interest in you.

He’s still observing you with a lopsided grin when you snap out of your inner monologue. “Hi, Jeonghan,” you finally squeak out, “I-I must say, I never expected it to be you when Joshua told me about this. This isn’t… another one of your pranks, is it?”

Jeonghan’s smile fades and he shakes his head solemnly. “It’s not, Y/N. I promise,” he says. “My shenanigans are strictly confined to his get-togethers. He’d actually have my head on a chopping block if this was a joke.”

“Oh, okay, good to know,” you smile shakily at his reassurance before raising your glass to your lips, taking a sip of water to compose yourself. “Why didn’t you text me? I thought you had my number?”

“I, uh,” it’s a sight to behold, the tips of his ears stained a faint pink as he admits, “I was too nervous to ask you myself, so I asked Shua if he could set this up.”

A coy smile crosses your lips. “Mustn’t have been easy to get him to say yes,” you tease, knowing they definitely aren't exempt from being the target of the other’s antics despite usually being partners in crime.

“No,” Jeonghan agrees, mirroring your smile, “but I like to think several factors convinced him to agree.”

You notice that the tension in your shoulders has lessened as you raise a brow at his cryptic statement. “Which are?”

Jeonghan hums, feigning deep thought. “Let’s see: I’m charming, I’m irresistible, I’m his best friend,” laughter bubbles out of you as he ticks each one off on his fingers, “he loves me even if he claims I annoy him more often than not, and finally… because he knows I like you.”

It takes a few seconds for the last part to register, but when it does it slams into you like a ton of bricks. “You… like me?”

If he picks up on how incredulous you sound, he doesn’t comment on it. “Very much,” he says simply, dark eyes gazing at you so intensely and sincerely that for a moment you fear you’d be knocked off your chair.

“Why?”

Jeonghan makes a noise of confusion, but hums in concentration as he thinks of his answer. “Well… you’re sweet, you’re funny, you always care about what someone has to say and make them feel heard. I noticed that time at K-BBQ when you encouraged Minghao to talk again after he tried to say something but no one else heard because of the noise.”

You sit in stunned silence, words failing you as he speaks. You knew he was observant from how he’d scan his surroundings, always appearing at the side of anyone in need of help or simply some company, but you never considered yourself important enough for him to pay attention to anything you were doing. It seems he’s proven you wrong.

And while it’s flattering, it also brings a surge of warmth to your cheeks that you’re pretty sure has nothing to do with the burning candles on your table.

“And… I don’t know, I just like you a lot,” he continues, never breaking eye contact, “and I’d love to get to know you more… if you’d let me.”

The flickering, pale glow of the candles lend you an ethereal halo when you shyly beam at him. His heart almost stops; you’re beautiful.

“I’d like that too, Jeonghan,” your voice is gentle and serene over the soft drizzling of the waterfall, “I’d like that a lot.”

“Come to think of it, I think I started having a crush on you ever since Shua’s Halloween party.”

“The one where Soonyoung showed up in his tiger suit?”

“Yeah, that one. I asked you not to tell Seungcheol that I was the one who spiked the punch, remember?”

“I’m pretty sure he eventually figured out it was you anyways, but I did keep my promise all this time.”

“Mm, and I still owe you for that, don’t I?”

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Knock You Down (JJK x JJBA Crossover)

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Fem! Reader, Bruno Bucciarati x Fem! Reader

Trope: Love Triangles, Modern AU, Mafia AU mixed with College AU from JJK side

Summary: Set up in an AU where there's no presence of supernatural abilities (like cursed energies or Stands), you'd come to Italy to start a new life. That's where you meet Bruno Bucciarati, the owner of the Libeccio restaurant in Naples, and he might have a secret to hide. Despite reeling over your previous breakup, you decide to befriend him anyway, and both of you date and fall in love. However, on the 4th anniversary of the opening of Libeccio, you and Bruno have a chance encounter with Satoru Gojo, who's a professor at Tokyo University, and your ex-boyfriend with whom you had a terrible breakup, and he's looking to make it up to you. Who will you choose? Or would you be able to choose?

Word Count: 5785

Warnings: Mentions of drug trading, mafia, a tad bit of harassment, trauma, dying, suggestive content (like mentions of having sex and stuff), nightmares, anxiety, breaking in, punching, shooting. Please lmk if I miss any <33

Beta Reading: @saltyvanilla ♥️♥️

Brainstorming: @cuz-like-why-not ♥️♥️

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A/N: So, Feb 20th was Yuichi Nakamura's birthday and I figured why not do something different? Well, about Satoru Gojo, it's very rare to find people that don't like him, and for good reason too. He's smart, he's strong, he's witty, he's cheeky, he's very good-looking too. His blue eyes are so dreamy...okay okay I digress. Then I restart watching Golden Wind and I come across Bruno Bucciarati and I'm like Bruno, omg Bruno! What a guy! I absolutely love this man and his power. So, I came up with an idea to do a crossover :D That way, two of my favorite fandoms can come together ^_^ In any case, I'm having a JJK and JJBA brain rot rn xD Anyway, the storyline is mine, the banner's mine too, but all the characters of Jujutsu Kaisen belong to Gege Akutami and of Jojo's Bizarre Adventure belong to Hirohiko Araki :) Reblogs, likes, and comments, especially reblogs, are highly, highly appreciated.

Song: Knock You Down - Keri Hilson ft. Ne-Yo, Kanye West

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Say you gotta take the good with the bad, happy and the sad But when you bring a better future than I had in the past Oh, 'cause I don't wanna make the same mistakes I did I don't wanna fall back on my face again

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Your tired body slumped into the bed of your hotel room, completely exhausted. As you lay on the mattress, the softness embraced you, making you feel comfortable and relaxed. You made this room your temporary home when you fled Japan without telling anyone except your closest friends and family members. You didn't want to live in an environment where your past memories tortured you day after day, month after month. Each corner of Tokyo brought back memories of a certain someone, and every time you thought of him, your heart ached. You wanted him back, you wanted your bed to be occupied along with you by a certain silver-haired man whose azure eyes still linger in your memories, but you couldn’t.

Your decision to move to Italy was made seemingly on a whim. Your desire to travel to Europe led you to learn some European languages, of which you quickly learned Italian. It provided a significant benefit to you, especially when you were unable to communicate in English alone, not that you couldn't. English was your second language, and you were quite proficient in it. Italian was, however, better aid when people asked you for your belongings, money, or anything too valuable to lose than English was. You decided to explore Naples and discover its natural beauty after getting tired of the hotel food. The plethora of colors that adorned the buildings and the pristine blue sea that kissed the sand all too often completely awed you as you walked along the streets of Naples, felt the breeze graze your skin, and breathed the fresh air. The next thing you know you're on an ominous street full of drug dealers.

As you turned either way, you felt an uncertain feeling creeping in. The pace of your steps increased as your breathing hitched by the second, only to be abruptly halted by a strange-looking individual. Jet-black hair complemented his light brown skin, and he wore a red t-shirt and black jeans. He then began to approach you. “Hey, baby,” he said while cornering you to a wall, coming closer to you and saying with a smirk, “you seem to be new here in town, by any chance, do you have anything on you, if you know what I mean?” You nod your head in denial and start to stutter, “no...no… I don't," when a hand lands on the man's shoulder. That’s when you turn to see another man who may not look like what you'd normally see, but he seemed to have an air of authority around this place. “Oi,” that man scowled, “what do you think you’re doing, harassing this girl?” The first man shuddered in this man's presence, crying out to him, “I'm so sorry, Signore Bruno...please spare me.”

When you finally turned to “Bruno,” you got to observe him up close, causing the tremor in your breath to slowly subside. He was quite tall, around 5 feet 10 inches, clad in an all-white suit covered with black spoon-like symbols with zippers all over the place. His suit also had an open chest with a lace-like top or a tattoo. There was something unique about his hairstyle. The chin-length black hair with bluish-gray highlights, with straight-cut bangs covering his forehead, was adorned by a braid that went along the top of his head with a hair clip at each side of the bangs. This complemented his beautiful skin, sky-blue eyes, and the warm smile that crept upon his face when he looked at you. Bruno then looked at the man that made you feel immensely uncomfortable and insecure and with his left hand, punched his face, growling at him, “as long as I am alive, these streets will not have any drug trade at all, and if I catch you so much as coming near her or anyone else for that, I'll make sure you'll never see the daylight again. Now, scram before I smack you again.”

This caused the stranger to shriek and disappear into another building. As you trembled in fear with your eyes closed, you clutched your purse. While all kinds of thoughts were running through your mind, you heard a calming "hey," causing you to break free from your train of thought. “Are you okay? 'I'm so sorry about that.' Bruno said in a calm tone, sensing that you were overwhelmed by what just transpired. You nodded in agreement, replying in broken Italian, “Yes, yes, I am. I was just wanting to get something to eat, when...” Bruno then chuckled in response, leaning against the wall with you, and said with a smile, “First of all, I do know English well, so we can communicate in that if you're comfortable.” This causes you to heave a sigh of relief as he continues, “Secondly, I just happen to know a restaurant, called Libeccio, just down the street.” You think about it for a moment, until he shrugs and says, “their squid pasta, porcini mushroom alfredo and grilled scallops are good.”

You nodded your head fervently, excited to go along with him, but you didn't know when you'd get to meet him next, after all, you didn't know his full name. “Excuse me, Signore,” you say as Bruno turns to you, after which you reply, “Can I please know who you are and how I can thank you?” He closed his eyes, smiled, and said, “I'm sorry, Signora, I forgot to introduce myself.” He puts his right hand forward and says, “Buon Giorno, I am Bruno Bucciarati, and you?” Sensing that Bruno seemed very kind, you smiled back, shook hands with him, and said, “Hello, I am (F/N) (L/N). A pleasure to meet you!” Bruno nodded in agreement, took you by your hand, and walked to Libeccio with you. You were certain Italy did seem to be a kind country now.

No sooner did Bruno and you enter Libeccio, than one of the waiters called out to him, “Signora Bruno, you are back!" How are you doing today? Would you like your usual?” Bruno chuckled in response, saying,“Hello, Lorenzo. I hope your family is doing well. Yes, please, I would like the usual for today. Also, to my right, someone who needs to be treated in this restaurant like family. Her name is (F/N) (L/N), and she’s new to Italy. We’ve got to show her the best that we have to offer!” All the waiters nodded in agreement. Lorenzo had brought another chair for you to sit beside Bruno, and they brought porcini mushroom alfredo for the reader and squid pasta for him. When you joined your hands and muttered “Itadakimasu,” and then dug in to eat, you couldn’t take in all the flavors that were bursting in your mouth. You were in awe of this dish, for some reason. You turn to Bruno and say, “this is the best thing I’ve ever eaten! How did you know of this place?” Bruno smiled at you and replied, “I actually own the place. It’s been a year since I opened this restaurant.” Your eyes widen in surprise as the fork falls off your hand, and your mouth gapes wide open.“But... you...”Bruno grins, saying, “you didn’t think you’d meet a restaurant owner, huh? So, tell me, (F/N). Where are you from?” You continue to eat and look at him while replying, “Japan. I wanted to start a new life in a new country, so I’m going to be working as a college professor in Maths.”

Bruno nodded in understanding as they continued eating as he noticed the tremor in your replies. “F/N,” Bruno calls out to you, causing you to turn to him while taking a glass of water. Exhaling, he asks, “I sense you're running from something. A prior relationship turning sour, I suppose.” Hearing this, you almost choke on the water in shock. How in the world did he figure this out? He smirks and continues, “I have a unique way of sensing when someone is lying. Usually, seeing people’s sweat or their heart pace as an indicator," he said while taking your wrist, checking your pulse rate, and beginning to think. “Hmm,” Bruno said. “You're not exactly lying, but you were hiding the fact. That's okay. I apologize if I got a bit too nosy. I didn't mean to pry. If you were from the enemy territory, however...”

“The enemy territory?” You ask. He nods in agreement, “I am a part of a mafia gang.” This new piece of information hit you like a brick. Trying to process all you'd gathered, in disbelief, you nervously chuckle and stand up from your seat. “Oh, um, I guess it's time to say bye…” until Bruno halts you by grabbing hold of your wrist and inquiring, “Where do you think you're going?” Your body starts to tremble, with you telling him, “Umm, I've seen it in many movies, this is how it goes when one learns of the other's identity…” Bruno laughed loudly, saying,"Oh, (F/N), you pure soul, I was just joking, don't worry." Your eyes widened in shock.“Really?” Bruno nods, “Yes, I'm not dangerous. I'm not a part of a mafia gang. It's sort of weird, especially because it's normal in Italy to associate yourself sometimes. However, I am friends with some, who I believe will want to bring change within the gang. Besides, people respect me here. They come to me to seek help in various situations. This is despite them knowing who I am. Why would I betray them, hmm?” You bite your lower lip in contemplation. You look at Bruno and realize that he seems trustworthy, but you need more time especially because of your past. He interrupts your train of thought by asking, “Would you like to get to know my friends? Maybe that will help you understand me more?” After a pregnant pause, you reply, “Uh, yes sure.”

Bruno then takes you to another room which had a few people talking among themselves. Clearing his throat, he gathers everyone's attention. “Everyone, this is (F/N) (L/N). She's just moved to Italy recently, and she seems to be in some sort of trouble. We need to look out for her, alright?” Everyone nodded at Bruno in agreement. Putting his hand on your shoulder ever so slightly, causing your cheeks to be rosy, Bruno smiles and replies. “(F/N), I'd like you to meet my friends, my family.” You look at everyone, causing them to nod to you in response. “This is Leone Abbacchio,” causing you to shake hands with a tall man with his white long hair having its ends spiked upwards.“Guido Mista”, you then meet a man clad in blue and red, with a red hat with blue designs and smiled and shook hands with him. “Narancia Ghirga,” caused the purplish black-clad boy to come forward and fist bump with you. “Pannacotta Fugo." You then turn to a blonde guy wearing a green suit and pants and a blue tie, causing you to think that he’s one of the smartest out of the lot, and then Bruno concludes by saying, “and here's our newest member, Giorno Giovanna.”

The turquoise-eyed, blonde-haired boy with three distinctive curls on the top clad in pink with blue ladybug pins smiles back at you and replies to Bucciarati as he approaches to shake your hand, “Oh, we have met. Hello again, (F/N).” You shake hands with, smile, and nod back at Giorno. Bruno widens his eyes and asks, “Have you? Where?” You turn to Bruno and respond, “Giorno was at the airport when he took me to the hotel. He was very kind towards me.” Suddenly, reality settles in. You were somehow standing in mafia territory and were clueless about what was going on. That didn’t make it easier for you to process. Fear suddenly starts to creep in you, with your heart pacing rapidly and your breathing becoming ragged. You reply with a hand on your chest, “Umm, I’m sorry. I don't know how to take all this in...”

“Chill, (F/N).” Narancia reassured you by coming forward and placing his hand on your shoulder. “We'll look out for you the way Bucciarati did for us.” You turn to him and ask,“Are you sure, Narancia?” Mista then comes forward to your other side, saying,“We're sure, (L/N). We're family after all.” The trembling in your body slowly starts to fade away. “Thank you, Mista. Thank you, everyone.” Over the next hour, you recount details of your past relationship, how everything transpired, and how you still miss him and want him, but can’t, for his safety. “Satoru Gojo, huh?” Bruno replied, causing you to nod in agreement. "Hmm, I'll look out for him for you." You shake your head in defiance and respond, "No, Bruno, that's not necessary." He then grabs your left hand and says, "No, I insist. As beautiful as you are, someone who's here for a second chance deserves one." You nod in reply, smiling in gratitude. That night, when you slept in your hotel room, after years of getting nightmares about Gojo, you finally dreamed of a certain restaurant owner who was slowly calming the storm in you.

Four years had passed since the first time you met Bruno Bucciarati and during that time, you'd learned a lot about him. Over the years, you'd learned that he had a harsh childhood, that his parents had divorced, and that he stayed with his father. You'd also learned the reason he had sheer prejudice against drug dealing was especially that his father caught two gangsters dealing with drugs on his boat and he was shot seven times as a result, dying years later due to complications from the gunshot wounds. What was worse was that the very mafia, whose protection he was planning on undertaking from those gangsters, was the one responsible for dealing the drugs that cost his father’s life. So, he later resolved to overthrow the mafia not by joining them, but from afar. Bruno confided in you that Giorno had joined the mafia with the same objective in mind, and that is how they bonded, although Bruno would tell Giorno to be careful from time to time.

Initially, you didn’t stop missing Gojo, not even for a minute. However, certain words from a former salaryman would keep popping up in your mind: “if you don’t break up with him, his parents are capable of disowning and disposing of him, quietly and quickly. You don’t want that, do you?” This causes you to be unable to sleep many nights. However, hanging out with Bruno’s team greatly helped you by providing you with the necessary environment you needed to survive in Italy. The addition of Trish Una, the daughter of the boss Giorno was working for, made you feel quite relieved as you found someone with whom you could confide. Sure, the pink-haired girl clad in black and hot pink with mathematical designs on her skirt seemed very obnoxious, rude, and spoiled at first, but you later found out that it was a front that she maintained because she never knew how to make friends.

With your similar music tastes, one of your favorite artists being Spice Girls, you two got closer and she later got to know about your history with Gojo. “It is truly sad that it had to come to this,” Trish said, “but let’s say he still had feelings for you, and you called it off with him. He must be thinking that you’re happy now, and he must be choosing to move on. I believe so should you.” You nodded, and Trish continued, “besides, I think Mr. Bruno seems to have a thing for you,” causing you to giggle in response. Then you write later in your daily journal that you were choosing to let Gojo go just for the sake of his safety and happiness.

As time passed by in the four years, you’d bonded with Bruno. You would dance with Mista, Narancia, and Fugo, causing Bruno to smile whenever you smiled. Abbacchio would share the stories of when he was a police officer and you’d bond with them sharing the memories of you teaching Itadori, Fushiguro, and Nobara, and how you missed them. Sometimes, you and Bruno would have deep conversations on your views of life, crime, people, faith, basically everything under the Sun.

Those moments turned into getaways when Bruno was too tired to deal with the people at the restaurant or the restaurant itself. You could see it in his eyes that he needed to sleep. So, there’d be days where he’d just nap on your lap for hours with Abbacchio taking over the reins. During this time, Bruno got you an apartment near the university where you could go and teach and come back safely, while you were unaware that the members of his team, his friends were secretly looking into the information that you provided about Gojo.

Bruno, was in reality, a part of the mafia gang, Passione, along with everyone else. He was especially one of the upcoming caporegimes with his team, responsible for protecting their assigned territory and collecting the protection money from the restaurant and their port of operations. Narancia would use his remote-controlled plane, Aerosmith, to watch over you and check if certain people were coming after you, while Mista kept improving his shooting skills with his gun, Sex Pistols. Abbacchio kept a stock of cassette tapes and recorders for interrogation, while Fugo and Giorno were devising ways to interrogate should Gojo show up using methods like Purple Haze and Gold Experience.

Amongst the number of things that you were doing for him, he noticed that you were slowly healing from the wounds of the past, the smiles on your face now displaying a genuine smile that was far brighter than he’d ever seen. One day, after two years of your friendship with him, while you were teaching in the class, you get a knock on your door and notice that a delivery man came to deliver this bouquet of your favorite flowers to you. When you open the card and see that it was from Bruno, causing you to blush. That was when Bruno knocks on your door, and says, “Hey,” and walks towards you. You then remember the times when he started to become excessively concerned about you and would giggle a tad bit harder at your jokes. He then said, “Giorno and Abbacchio convinced me to confess to you, else they’d take you away from me,” causing you and your students to giggle. “(Y/N),” he then says, holding your hands, “Would it be a problem if you went out with me?” You shake your head in disagreement and say, “No, I don’t think so.” Then, you two hug each other and once you both come out of the hug, he cups your cheeks and kisses your forehead, causing the whole class to erupt in cheers and both of you chuckling at each other.

It'd been two years since you and Bruno started dating and four years since you two met. You were slowly moved by his character, whenever he was compassionate to those around him, whenever he would take care of the residents of the area where Libeccio was. As a boyfriend, he was very gentle, intentional, and giving. Your intimate moments were full of passion and adoration, and he never brought work home. Yeah, Bruno moved in with you around that time, and you were actually considering saying the L-word to him. However, whenever you did, Gojo's face would materialize. You kept thinking to yourself as to why Gojo never left your subconscious.

One day, in the kitchen, while you were cooking something, you felt someone kiss your cheek and heard a "Y/N-chan" in the air. Your mind was wandering because you were confused, but when you came to your senses, the water that was boiling was about to spill, causing you to flinch. Bruno ran towards you and closed the stove, enveloping you in his arms. "Oh my god, (Y/N), I am so sorry. Are you okay? You don't look like it..." As kind and caring Bruno was, your mind did not stop thinking of Gojo, but you were not going to tell him that.

You ended up confiding in Trish, who said, "I know what you could do. On the fourth anniversary of Libeccio, say that you love him, despite Gojo’s image popping up. That way, you can truly be able to let go of him, because you have someone else. Bruno is a gentleman, and I don’t want you to lose him.” You nodded nervously, wondering if Mista was right about number four bringing bad luck.

It was the fourth anniversary of the opening of Libeccio. Everyone was excited and came in their best attires. Abbacchio wore a navy suit with green laces, Fugo wore a red suit with a black tie and strawberries, Giorno wore a blue suit with red ladybug brooches, and Narancia, Mista, and Bruno wore their usual outfits but they were well maintained. You wore a black off-shoulder gown with a diamond-studded belt. As everyone was enjoying the party, Bruno clinked his glass with a spoon, garnering everyone’s attention. “Everyone, I thank you all for coming. When Abbacchio and I started this restaurant, it was with this goal in mind: to serve all of you with the best Italian food Naples has to offer, and thankfully, we’ve had our best sales this year,” he started speaking, encouraging everyone to applaud in thunderous roars.

“We even included a small classroom here so that the kids can study, thanks to my dear girlfriend, (F/N) (L/N).” Everyone cheered for the two of you this time, while Bruno placed a chaste kiss on your lips, and he said, “I love you, (Y/N).” As you were about to say, “I love you too,” you noticed the presence of a certain silhouette. You then continued stuttering, “you too. Excuse me, I’ll be right back.” As you ran to the entrance, the silhouette now took the form of a silver-haired, blue-eyed, and shades-wearing man who smirked at you, saying “Y/N-chan!” Your breathing hitched, and your mouth gaped open, as you cried out loud, “Satoru!”

You were in the staff room, preparing your schedule for the week when you heard a couple of shrill voices screeching from outside the door, “It’s Satoru Gojo! The heir to the Gojo Industries! He’s going to be teaching here.” You rolled your eyes as you couldn’t be bothered about him. It was common knowledge that Gojo hailed from an influential family who wanted him to be an heir to their company. This was something that you’d heard often, but what you didn’t know and had learned about it recently, was that he did not want to listen to his parent's wishes. Defiant by nature, he supposedly cuts off ties with his family, studies at Tokyo University with Suguru Geto and Shoko Ieiri, become a top student, gains a master's and a doctorate in Economics, and takes up a job as an Economics professor in Tokyo University.

He then knocks on the door and calls out to you, “Hello there, beautiful!” You were disturbed from whatever you were doing and turned to talk down to him, but then you saw his eyes. His cerulean blue eyes. They really were blue, like no other. As you shook your head to bring you back to the present, you said, "I know you are new here, but could you please act professionally? You can't expect to be around women all the time." Gojo replied with a chuckle. As he leans forward to whisper in your ear, he says, "I know I can't expect anything, but I don't care how many women latch onto me, L/N-san. It's the only one I'm interested in." He smirks and chuckles as you widen your eyes at him, saying, "Have a good day, professor." You then roll your eyes at him.

The next few months would include both of you trying to bond, but Gojo’s nonchalant nature kept irking you constantly, which got him excited. Your banter was known to everyone, and everyone suspected a potential romance brewing. So, one day, You and Gojo were deciding to take additional classes for a couple of students. As you were about to leave the staff room, you opened the door to find it bolted. You banged on the door, asking people to let you out, but to no avail. You then check the time and it was past 9 PM. Reality dawned upon you. You and Gojo were stuck together. He immediately got excited at the idea.

“Come on, Y/N-chan! This will be fun, we can play truth or dare by ourselves.” You roll your eyes at him, and say, “It’s L/N-san to you, and how do you even know about my name?” He got into a thinking posture and said, “Oh, I think you were talking to Shoko the other day and that’s how I found out.” You were about to charge at him when he held you by your wrists and said, “come on, Y/N–chan. I know you secretly have a thing for me.” You scowled at him, only for him to lean towards you and kiss you. You had been kissed a couple of times before, but his kiss was full of passion and desire, yearning to be combusted. You may not have felt something for him, but you definitely wanted to get it out of your system. So, it was safe to say that you had your first time with him that night, over and over, and over again.

You two then began a six-month tryst of being friends with benefits and that’s when you learned that Gojo used to feel lonely at the top. Material wealth never brought him happiness, his parents made him feel worthless, but when he started teaching Itadori, Fushiguro, and Kugisaki, that’s when he felt like he belonged here. There were days where you were so tired of being treated like crap by the university that you’d dash into Gojo’s apartment and spent your day with him: you didn’t have sex, but you talked.

You even bonded with Suguru Geto and Dr. Shoko Ieiri, who were fellow professors in sports management and medicine respectively, and they helped you feel better in every way. One day, after you were done being intimate, Gojo looks at you and tells you, “Y/N-chan, thank you. For listening to me when no one else did, for helping me transition well, and for showing me that I am capable of falling in love.” You throw a small smile at him and say, “So, you finally fell for me, huh?” You chuckled but he did not move an inch. He nodded in agreement without speaking a word, causing you to be shocked. “Y/N-chan, will you be my girlfriend?” You nodded and charged forward to kiss him.

The next few years with Satoru went by like a breeze as you two only focused on your teaching jobs, your students, your friends, and each other. While the sex was on a whole another level, your relationship with Satoru had gotten deeper. He was a fan of excessive PDA so whenever he’d come to you, he’d either give you an Eskimo kiss, or a kiss on the temple or on your lips, just to piss the students off. It became obvious to everyone that you two were in love and couldn't be happier about it. What you two were unaware of, however, was the fact that Kento Nanami, the Gojo family’s trained assassin was lurking around in the shadows, analyzing the both of you.

Satoru has met your family and they liked him, often comparing you to him, filling the atmosphere with laughter galore. However whenever he was asked to introduce his family, he always brushed it off and he never introduced you to them, ‘cause when they did find out, Satoru was called for by his parents, who said that he had to come back to the company and that the university and you were spoiling him, however, he did not budge. You begged him about this issue and asked him, “what is the matter, Satoru? What are you not telling me?” He said, “growing up, my family was always rude to me, always mistreated me, abused me. And I’m supposed to act like it’s all okay? Y/N-chan, the Gojo Industries is actually a front, in reality, they trade drugs to different countries in the world. My parents want me to head the company and take over the trade. I don’t want to. I’m scared…”

Once he did tell you of his familial history, you heard a loud bang on the door. Nanami and Kiyotaka Ijichi broke into your apartment and while Nanami grabbed hold of you, Ijichi grabbed hold of Gojo and started mauling him. While you’re flailing your legs in the air and crying out “Satoru,” Nanami covers your mouth as he drags you into a room, muffling your screams. You could hear a myriad of punches on the other side of the door. Fear grips hold of you, with you feeling like your heart jumping out of the ribcage, sweat profusely escaping down all over, and your breathing being staggered.

The moment Nanami loosens his grip on your mouth, you scream out, “Satoru,” until the blond-haired, blue shirt, beige trousers and green tie-clad man covers your mouth tightly and whispers in your ear while clicking his tongue, “Tch, tch, tch. Did you really think Ijichi will stop? Just because he looks weak, that doesn’t mean that he isn’t a trained assassin. He very much is, just like I am. And I, Kento Nanami, come to bear news from Gojo’s family. Since they can’t get him married to any other person to further advance the control of the trade, because he’s dating you, you have to be the one to call it off. If you don’t break up with Satoru, if you don’t break up with him, his parents are capable of disowning and disposing of him, quietly and quickly. You don’t want that, do you?” This sent shivers down your spine, as your memories with Gojo flash before your eyes. He didn’t deserve to be involved in the midst of nefarious activities. All he wanted was to start a new life.

You nod your head in agreement, causing him to walk out of the room along with you, only for you to find Gojo’s face battered and bruised but smiling at you and then hugging him. Nanami and Ijichi escape, leading you to call Shoko and Suguru to the rescue. While Shoko was tending to Gojo’s bruises, you tell Suguru everything. “Suguru, I don’t know what to do. I love him, but…” He puts his hand on your shoulder, saying, “I know you do, Y/N, but, I have heard of Nanami. He never misses a mark, he always shoots at the target with 100% accuracy.” You glared at Suguru, surprised by what he just revealed to you. “Then, are you saying that I should call it off with him, huh? Where do I run off to?” Suguru then holds your shoulders and says, “wherever you feel you’ll be at peace, because trust me, Nanami will not stop chasing after you until you’re done with Gojo for sure.”

You then turn to Gojo, who is still recovering, and tell him, “We need to talk.” With Shoko and Suguru being witnesses to a beautiful relationship that has to forcefully break down, you tell Gojo this is too much for you and you need to break up. Gojo surprisingly nods in agreement, all the four of you embracing and crying in response. Later, you pack your bags and Suguru helps you book tickets to Italy and you leave the apartment, notwithstanding the fact that you were oblivious to Gojo’s silent sobs and his emotional spirit crumbling behind you.

In the present, you saw a man in a black full sleeve shirt, white trousers, and black shades. With his silver hair, this blue-eyed man immediately caught your attention. “Satoru,” you stutter, “what are you doing here?” He smiled at you, and said, “I came here for you.” You widen your eyes in confusion, “how come?” Exhaling, Gojo says, “I know the truth. About why you broke off with me, (Y/N)-chan. I’m not someone that needs to be saved. I can protect myself. So, with Suguru’s help, I looked into the routes that my parent’s company takes to trade drugs and it turns out that it supplies drugs to Italy. The gang’s name is…”

Your mouth gapes wide open, “Passione. Wait, does that mean…” That’s when you hear Bruno call out to you, and he sees Gojo. “Y/N,” he says softly, causing you to look at him bewildered. “What is going on, Bruno? What are you not telling me?” Sighing, Bruno fesses up. “Y/N, all of us, excluding Trish and including Giorno, are a part of Passione. I found out about Gojo, through one of the routes that his family company takes for trading. I’m in this organization to bring it down, along with Giorno.”

Hearing this causes you to look at both Gojo and Bruno with your face turning pale as you feel dizzy. You were unsure on whose hands to put your life in, causing you to lose your balance. As you are able to faint, you hear clangor around you as you steadied yourself and opened your eyes to see that Gojo has been shot. You turn in the direction of the gunshot to see Mista with his hands up and his pistol in his hand. “No, Y/N, I did not shoot on purpose, he made me do it,” pointing in the direction of what looked like Nanami appearing from the shadows.

You then realized that Nanami never stopped keeping tabs on either you or Gojo. You scream “Satoru,” as you run to him while Abbacchio and Fugo run to catch Nanami. When you see Gojo in a bloodied state as four bullets hit him, memories of your relationship flashes before your eyes. You start sobbing and crying, telling Gojo, “babe, it will be okay, please don’t die on me, please, please” and you swat Bruno’s hand off of you, screaming, “don’t touch me, liar,” as Bruno looks at the whole thing in shock. You were now sure that love definitely had a way of coming around and knocking you down, and you would never feel the same again.

© Shyna 2022

Did y’all think I’ll finish the story here? Hehehe. Not yet, friends. There’s a saying that goes in Hindi, “picture abhi baaki hai mere dost,” (there’s still the movie left, my friend), so if y’all want a part two for this, then this has to be reblogged and liked and commented on. Hehe. <33

Until then, have a good weekend ❤️

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Red Son - Sitcom AU

Finally able to think about someone other than Sun Wukong or Macaque in this au, props to me!

Humor aside- I've been thinking of nothing but Red boyo so y'all get spur of the moment things about him for sitcom, though I can't promise it to be angst free- enjoy!

Is either high honors or principal's list in terms of grades (somewhere between 85-95 is his average)

He is so stressed all the time, my guy needs to chill

Gives himself his more homework in hopes of becoming better

Puts most of his self worth into getting good grades similarly to how he does in the show with schemes

Rich boy/girl, not necessarily the spoiled kind but definitely was a little entitled at the beginning

Has a curfew

Parents are the type to blow up her phone when their even just a few minutes late to coming home

Mk and Mei add him instantly to a group chat when they first meet

Says it's to communicate about their project without needing to be in first but it's mostly used to send memes, much to Reds dismay

They grow to find comfort in the group chat when she's having trouble with his parents

Gender fluid because ofc

Has a lot of books comprising of many different genres

Textbooks through the years, books they got to use for projects, a lot of ones on mechanics and engineering as well as just general science stuff

Is a big science nerd!

Mostly a big fan of chemistry and physics

Swk is still his uncle like in jttw but the ties between the bull family and wukong are complicated (talk about it in another post since it isn't red related)

Pif and dbk are still not good parents in this(at least until what would s3 of the au), I don't want to completely rewrite them since I want this to be close to lmk canon

I'm just going to have them be a tiny bit different

They are very strict to red and belittles him when he gets even a bit lower grade than expected

Red is very uncomfortable being touched by them like in the show

Mac is also kinda his uncle but they only briefly met when she was really young

Sucks at most art things, when they have to do an art project they tend to do something with mechanics

After she started hanging out with Mei and mk more frequently, and not just for school projects, he would try to find ways to show they were worthy of being their friend

Doing a lot of favors whenever they needed help with something, asking if they needed something fixed, using his allowance to buy them gifts or food as a way to convince em to let her stay

Is a stickler for rules and regulations

Will call someone out if they cheat at monopoly, will have them restart an entire game because someone broke a rule

Comes over to mks house whenever they hang out, the trio rarely go to red's or meis house

Mei and him confide in each other about their strict parents

Is one of the few people in the group to have a fashion sense

They got the pretty genes your honor

Gets acne breakouts from being overly stressed

Has multiple pairs of glasses in her bag incase they forget their usual pair at home

Is the type to go to sleep at seven or eight at night and wake up at like five in the morning

Is solely a tea drinker and refuses to drink coffee

Believed for the longest time that coffee stunts your growth

Has a full skin care routine

Puts hot sauce or something spicy in pretty much everything

Hates most cold foods

Literally heater

High pain tolerance

Very picky and tends to stays to a lot of their safe foods

Has MK and Mei's favorite and least favorite food memorized

Has said foods ready at her house when they're planned to visit

Will comment on how childish a show is, watches ironically to make fun of it in more detail, them finds them self hyper fixating on the show

The one that brings the shopping list to the store

Once mac gets redeemed, is thankful to have another person with a brain cell to converse with

Tutors mk sometimes

Struggles with basic money math but is able to do complex calculus in her sleep

Has given their two friends a scare because they went on a book reading binge and was too hyperfocused to answer their texts for a week

Phone background and home screen remains whatever the default was when he got the phone, doesn't see the importance of changing it

Until Mei stole their phone and changed everything, it was something he liked but still

Has one thing from every hyper fixation she's had in a box in their closet

Even though he's a heater, puts on thicker/warmer clothes at the briefest sign of fall or winter

She needs to set an example for the rest

Sandy's pets love them in the colder months, especially the cats

Owns both the girl's and boy's uniform for his school

Somehow extremely hated and liked at the school

Is far sighted(can see things that are far away) and has astigmatism

Can only sleep when their body is a plank and doesn't move in her sleep

Can cook since he gets left alone at home quite a bit

Is oldest out of the trio

Tw for the next few///

Hits self when frustrated or really angry

Picks at skin until they bleed

Has forgotten to eat or sleep for days because they were trying to perfect a project

[mariiilume]

Lil sneak peak of Restart!lmk au

Premise:

When Nuwa collects Mk for his sacrifice, he ultimately rebels, refusing to see his friends destroyed and ‘reset’ as new beings. They are all fighters, he won’t loose them like this. But in his efforts to use the color stones to save his world, he’s only able to successfully steal one: The green stone (Meis stone). Nuwa is forced to recreate the new cycle without the green stone, creating a broken and unstable cycle, a cycle where Mk was never ‘born’. Mk is imprisoned in an in between limbo of the past cycle and the new cycle while his friends live their life without knowledge of him ever existing. Except for one particular green stone dragon girl… Mei. Mei has been having visions or memories of a strange boy she’s never met since she was young, they’ve only gotten worse in recent years as she watches her world fall victim to chaos and corruption. With Mks family all split off, and the world fallen into corruption with Mei being his only connection to the real world, Mks fears of his past mistakes begin to catch up to him.

Or in short: Mk refuses Nuwas cycle and steals the green stone aka Meis stone. However before he can steal the other stones, Nuwa restarts the cycle and Mk is imprisoned, forcing everyone to relive a world where Mk never existed and chaos leaks in. Everyone fights to survive, living a world without the great monkie kid… well all but Mei, who must try and find Mk and gather the rest of her forgotten friends back together.

Would anyone be interested in a discord roleplay server to help me branch out the plot 👁️👁️

You’d have to follow some lore guide lines but it’s mainly to help me brain Storm! You’d be able to apply for main characters etc etc

[jaeyleo]

How about 7 with the puppet pink au? >:3c -A

"Will you hug me?"

tws: none ! lmk if i need to change that though!

. . .

"Sit."

Numb fingers pull out the kitchen chair, and Pink does as he is told. He always has, he always will, he always has, he always will. Part of him just wishes it was still Pseudo who was giving the commands.

"Sit, sit, sit," Pink repeats, mumbling the word as a plate of breakfast is put in front of him. Toast, scrambled eggs, bacon. Orange juice. Sliced strawberries. Pseudo likes strawberries. Pseudo loves strawberries. Can I eat those first?

Henrik sits down across from him with a similar plate of food. Toast, scrambled eggs, bacon. Orange juice. Sliced strawberries. Pseudo likes strawberries too. Does Henrik know that? Pseudo loves strawberries. It was nice of him to put those on the plate.

"You can eat, Chase," Henrik says gently. Pink has only been staring at the strawberries. "It's okay.."

Pink looks up at Henrik and offers a small smile. Slowly, shy fingers come to pick a strawberry off the plate. Then, his eyes come to Henrik.

"This?"

Henrik tilts his head. "You..... you can eat whatever you want. You don't have to ask."

How many times has Henrik said that? It sounds familiar. A far away kind of familiar. His voice is always so gentle. Pink remembers it sounding a little different.

"You don't have to ask, you don't have to ask, you don't have to ask," Pink murmurs, and puts the strawberry in his mouth. It tastes like Denmark. It tastes like home. He reaches for another.

Henrik starts on his strawberries as well. He's learned so far, whatever he eats, Pink- no, no, Chase, will mimic. It's better to let his eggs get cold than to restart all that re-learned independence.

"Don't have to ask," Pink whispers again. It's an odd feeling, not having to ask. He's been Henrik's puppet for what, what, how long again? He doesn't remember. But Henrik does things differently than Pseudo. It's like Pink isn't a puppet at all. Maybe that's how Henrik likes it. They were friends once.

Pink picks up his fork, and stabs it into a scrambled egg. "Don't have to ask," he whispers to himself, again, again, keeping his eyes on Henrik. Why is the doctor holding his breath?

"Don't have to ask," Henrik whispers back, and the egg hits Pink's mouth.

Henrik stops eating his strawberries, and with a proud smile, stabs into his eggs as well.

"You're doing very good," Henrik tells him.

"I am?"

"You are."

Pink smiles bright, and eats more eggs. Henrik can't help but smile back.

Breakfast continues like this, and Pink grasps better and better that, really, he doesn't have to ask. It's strange, he's not used to it yet. But he will be, he will be, he will be. Henrik says he's doing good. Henrik is all Pink wants to look at. Henrik is kind and warm and familiar and far away. He remembers a time when they would laugh together, and Henrik would pinch Chase's arm for saying stupid things. What happened to that?

"Chase?" Henrik asks, concern in his eyes. "What's wrong?"

Pink's face is wet with tears. When did he start crying? Why did he? He can hear laughter in his head. Henrik's laughter. Chase's laughter.

Pink stares at his plate. Stares at Henrik. He remembers Henrik's hugs. When was the last time he was hugged?

"Chase?"

"Henrik?"

They sit in silence for a moment. Pink's tears flow harder, hitting the table.

"W- will... will you.. will you hug me?"

Henrik's heart breaks. Pink can see it in his eyes. He's done wrong already, hasn't he? He shouldn't remember Chase at all, yet all he can think about is the days he was silly and laughing and surrounded by so much love he couldn't breathe.

Henrik stands up, and walks to Chase's chair.

Pink cannot move.

The doctor's arms wrap around his frail body, holding tight. "It's okay," Henrik says. "Everything is going to be okay."

Pink sobs into Henrik's shoulder, and for the first time in two months, he holds the doctor back.

[inmyownlittlecorner5]

camp nanowrimo--july 2020 edition masterpost

it’s been a rough 2020 so far for everyone, and i am no exception. while i am aiming for the traditional 50k, i’ll be happy if i just get some words down in july. my plan is to draft only, except for the one-shot, which is for a challenge due near the end of the month. here are my projects:

libera nos a malo+ is my main project (unless it gets too dark for me to process in my current state of mind, in which case, lol, i’ll write something else). 

the major players:

miranda rose: an american witch and a bounty hunter with questionable taste in men. as she tries to profit off the chaos of the second wizarding war, and navigate an increasingly inconvenient relationship with one severus snape, she’ll be pushing her limits in every way.

severus snape: an english wizard, also an ass. torn between two masters, and between his love for the living miranda and the dead lily, severus may have trouble coming out of this war alive.

remus lupin: brilliant and kind, and working hard to ruin his own life because of his self-loathing, he and miranda have a dangerous mission to gain the allegiance of those werewolves who haven’t fallen prey to greyback’s promises of dominance.

isahak lal: an orphan boy with a mysterious past and an even more mysterious future.

i’m aiming for at least 25k words on this story.

a more perfect life+ is an everyone lives!au fluff summer beach read that i started to save my sanity back in april. the dark lord is dead, harry has several younger siblings, severus and regulus are friends with the marauders (well, most of them) and miranda rose has just come to england for the first time on the trail of a graphorn...and more adventure.

the major players:

miranda rose: still an american witch, still a bounty hunter, not expecting to find love on english shores--but happy to roll with it when she does.

severus snape: still an english wizard, still kind of an ass, stumbling into love for the first time since his teenage years.

eileen snape: severus’s mother, struggling with ptsd.

regulus black: severus’s closest friend (besides lily), knows what it’s like to be on both sides of the war.

lily potter: a little pushy, but a total sweetheart.

james potter: a big hearted man child.

sirius black: see above.

remus lupin: the only marauder who ever grew up.

peter pettigrew: newly released from azkaban, hoping to restart his life.

i’m planning for 20k words on this fic, or to the end of the story, whichever comes first.

untitled one-shot: this is for a 5k au challenge. i’ll be writing a what-if from petunia evans dursley’s point of view. one afternoon, while vernon is away at work, and little harry and dudley are driving petunia bananas, severus snape and minerva mcgonagall come to her with a curious offer. one might almost call it a bargain with the devil.

the major players:

petunia evans dursley: a bitter housewife saddled with two unruly children. how much is she willing to risk to escape at least part of her prison?

minerva mcgonagall: a stately scottish witch who’s had quite enough of albus’s bs.

severus snape: he doesn’t like this. at all.

i’ll be aiming for 5k or less on this fic, as that is the challenge word limit.

hit me up with your questions, send me good vibes, lmk if you want a writing buddy! happy nano!

update: day 1+

update: day 10+

[gamerwoo]

Hyunjin: Insta-Scared

Anonymous asked: I stumbled upon a horror movie add on insta last week at night, it scared me so much that I almost got a panic attack and since I think about it everytime before going to sleep. Would that be ok to request something with Hyunjin, like maybe him comforting his SO because they're scared and ending up staying with them at night. Just soft comfort fluff with crushing hugs and kisses. Also, if the SO could be afab and non-binary it would be perfect but don't feel forced to. Ily 💕🌟- Night Anon

Characters: Hyunjin x non-binary!reader (featuring Minho and Felix)

Genre/warnings: idol au, drabble-y, fluff w only slight angst

Word count: 1,034

Summary: Minho thought he’d be funny pulling a ‘prank’ on you while you were staying over at the dorms and now your anxiety is through the roof. But that’s okay because you have Hyunjin: the self-proclaimed World’s Best Boyfriend.

a/n: I didn’t have this looked over because I wanted to post it asap so if I did fuck up and accidentally included the wrong pronouns or anything lmk so I can fix it :]

“_____!” Minho called as you walked through the living room to get to the kitchen for some water before you went to bed. You were already in your pajamas -- just some shorts with one of Hyunjin’s sweatshirts that he let you borrow -- and ready to sleep, but you paused to see what Minho wanted anyway. “C’mere!”

You sighed but trudged over anyway. You figured it would be quick since it was just Felix and him giggling at his phone, so hopefully it was just something he wanted to show you really fast. 

“What?” you groaned, leaning over the arm of the couch to see what he wanted.

“Hang on, it’s restarting,” Minho giggled, keeping the screen of his phone out of your sight before he tapped on the volume and turned it toward you.

It was a video on Instagram, and it seemed pretty harmless. It started off as some silent film-esque comedy sketch with a lot of over-the-top acting. You didn’t really understand what was going on, and you weren’t sure if you would ever catch on since Minho and Felix -- well, any of the boys -- tended to laugh at just about anything.

As the video started to come to an end, you were getting a little impatient. You still didn’t get what was so funny about the video, and you really just wanted to go to sleep.

“Minho, I don’t-- HOLY FUCK!”

You stumbled backwards, falling on your butt on the floor as a screamer suddenly flashed on the screen. Minho and Felix lost it, laughing so hard they were falling all over each other and clutching their stomachs. You, however, were clutching your heart and trying not to completely lose it right there in the middle of the dorms. But your anxiety was spiked and you couldn’t get your breathing to go back to normal.

“_____, it was just a joke,” Minho giggled, not realizing that you were much more affected by the prank than he thought you’d be. “Do you want help up?”

But you didn’t answer -- you couldn’t answer. You were just stuck sitting on the floor, unable to move or say anything. All you could do was try your best to not hyperventilate, but all you could think about was that demonic face that was now burned into your retinas when you closed your eyes.

“Hey _____?” Felix’s voice was softer as he studied you, looking at you with concern. “You alright?”

The sound of your fall and the shriek you’d let out caused the rest of the members to wander out of their rooms to see what had happened -- including your boyfriend. All of them had gone into the living room, looking for answers. But all they saw was you on the floor, and Minho and Felix staring at you with a mix of confusion, worry, and panic.

Behind you, you heard Hyunjin’s voice ask, “Why is _____ on the floor?”

“Minho scared them,” Felix was quick to put all the blame on the older boy who just looked at him and whined out a “hey”.

Hyunjin walked around to the front of you, crouching down to study you, “_____? Love, are you okay?”

You managed to shake your head no in jerky movements.

Hyunjin sighed, wanting nothing more than to scold the two boys for scaring you this badly, but he knew he had to calm you down before things got any worse. So instead of going off on his members, he helped you up from the floor and slowly walked you back to his room, going at a pace that you could manage. He kept one arm around your waist protectively and another held your hand, giving it reassuring squeezes as he rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb.

“It’s okay,” he kept quietly telling you, “I’m here; you’re okay.”

When he finally got you into the bedroom, he softly kicked the door closed before he managed to get you to sit down on the bed. He gently tugged you to sit up toward the headboard before he grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around you, then wrapping his arms around all of that.

“Shh, it’s alright,” he cooed over your shaky breaths, resting his cheek on the top of your head. “Focus on breathing, yeah? In and out like this, remember?”

Hyunjin had become somewhat of an expert when it came to any panic attacks you had. He knew just how to breathe with you, what you liked and didn’t like when you got like this, and he had all the patience in the world. He looked at you while he breathed, counting how many seconds he went in, how many he held, and how many he breathed out.

“You’re doing really well, baby,” he praised in between every few breaths.

When you’d calmed your breathing down enough, Hyunjin got up to get you some water -- what you originally went out to get, anyway. When he came back, he noticed you were still shaky, but he was just happy you at least seemed to be coming back to your normal head space. You didn’t look as pale and horrified, and you just looked more grounded.

“Minho and Felix feel really bad,” he told you quietly as he climbed in bed beside you again, handing you the bottle of water. “They both said they’re sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you said just above a whisper before taking a sip from the bottle.

“Do you feel a little better?”

You shrugged before nodding a little bit.

“Do you need anything else?”

You moved your hands from under the blankets to wrap your arms around Hyunjin’s waist. He chuckled, moving his arms to embrace you and pull you into his chest, placing his chin on the top of your head.

“I know it was scary,” he began softly, leaning his head down to press sweet kisses to both your cheeks, “but I’m here to protect you, okay?”

“Thanks, Hyunjin,” you said, your words muffled against his shirt.

“Anything for you, baby,” he smiled, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

“I love you.”

“I love you even more.”

[written-rebellion]

Perfect Distractions

A/N: Late to post again, sorry!! 

There are a few Tagalog words in here, but none of real consequence. Lmk if anyone would be interested in a translation? I can put that into the A/N’s for the next, and subsequent, chapters.

As you might have guessed, I’m Filipino myself, living in Canada! Write what you know, y’know? I’m also pretty nervous about inserting my OCs into the story, I’ve never done that in a fanfic before, so please be gentle? I really hope you like them LOL

Claire stole something of Jamie’s, Jamie freaks out over a Wi-Fi signal, and as always, all the facts of this fanfic are contrived specifically to make fluffy university/modern-day au scenarios. Please let me know what you think!

Part One: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] | Part Two: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] | Part Three: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Four: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Five: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] | Part Six: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Seven: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Eight: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] | Part Nine: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] | Part Ten: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Eleven: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2]

Part Eleven: Six Weeks | Chapter 3

James Fraser had never been tortured but – as he relayed to John and watched his roommate nearly roll his eyes out of their sockets – the hours after Claire’s plane departed were the slowest, oddest form of delayed anxiety he’d ever experienced.

The honest truth was he was fine for the first few hours. He even went to bed with reasonable peace, though that might’ve been because of the bone-deep exhaustion from steeling the insistent urge to lift her over his shoulder and stroll right out of the airport.

It wasn’t until he’d lost signal walking from his last evening class to the dorms that his carefully constructed walls started crumbling around him. Numbers spun madly in his head, trying to calculate her arrival time and the time difference all at once. He ended up sprinting back to his building and bursting into the room, sweaty and frantically searching for a Wi-Fi connection.

Connected, and no missed calls.

He fell hard onto his bed, grateful that John wasn’t in the room to see him like this. It was burden enough on Jamie’s own soul, he’d hate to burden John anymore than he already did.

He closed his eyes and willed himself to sleep, the only tried and tested way to make the days move faster.

Hours later, the buzzing in his hand jolted him awake. He scrambled out of bed, checking if John had waken up as he hastily made his way out the door.

Shaking fingers, slow from sleep, unlocked his phone and the sight of her had him slumping back against the wall, sliding his back down until he was sitting on the hallway floor.

“Mo graidgh.”

Hair tied back in a high ponytail, which was novel and made her look like she was about to wash her face. Her eyes were drooping slightly, looking as tired as he was, but she smiled at the sight of him.

“Jamie, how—” She stopped to frown. “Shit, what time is it there? Do you—Did I wake you?”

“Doesna matter, mo chridhe. How are ye? Have ye settled? How is it there?”

Her smile returned, no doubt amused at his pressing eagerness.

“It’s bloody boiling,” she laughed, hair swishing behind her like a personal tail.

Dhia, her laugh crashed against him, washing away any lasting exhaustion from the past days in its wake.

“Ye’ll come back to me all bronzed, lass.” He was already imagining the heat radiating off her typically cool skin.

He’d have to reacquaint himself with the planes and valleys of her body.

“Burnt more like!” Press his fingers to her skin and see the lasting imprint. “God, getting off the plane was like a blowtorch to the face.”

That snapped him out of his wee plans to laugh.

“Best get used to it, lass, or it’ll be a rough 40 days.”

“It’s certainly not Scotland, and the humidity is murder on my hair.”

“But…?” He raised an eyebrow at her, gently routing her thoughts to their intended destination. Her answering smile thanked him for knowing her so well.

“But damn me if it isn’t gorgeous here.”

He grinned, watching her animatedly describe the various places she’d seen… in the travel magazine on the plane.

Silly wee thing.

Intramuros. Boracay. Names of places she’d asked the flight attendant to help her pronounce. He let his mind wander over the sights she painted for him as his eyes wandered over her face and hands as she spoke, assessing and cataloguing to inform his dreams later on.

“Hang on—”

He’d stopped her halfway through a description of the young woman who’d offered to host her during the trip.

“What?” She blinked, brows furrowing at the quiver in Jamie’s lip 

“What uh, what shirt are ye wearin’, Sassenach?”

“Hmm?” She peered down. “It’s a school shirt.”

“Aye,” Jamie nodded solemnly. “And is it yours?”

The corner of her mouth quirked up as she caught on.

“I go to the university, don’t I? I should have a university shirt.”

“Mm, and do ye often buy shirts three sizes too big, mo nighean donn?”

“Maybe,” she shrugged. “Or maybe I saw it just lying there in the corner of my room while I was packing.

“Ye didna seem to have much problem wi’ it when ye tore it off my back, mo chridhe.”

Christ, how he longed to wipe that smirk off her lips with his own. But in an instant, it softened as she bent her head and absently rubbed her cheek against the shoulder.

“It smells like you,” she muttered.

“Oh.” His heart slammed against his chest before stopping completely. “Oh, mo graidgh.”

He could feel the tension run down his arm, fighting the urge to reach up and stroke her cheek as if he could somehow melt through the screen and across the continent to pull her close to him.

“Then that’s my gift to ye, Sassenach,” he croaked, swallowing down buckets full of trembling emotion. “So ye can feel me holdin’ ye, even though I canna at the moment.”

Her cheeks tinted pink and, grainy as it was on his phone screen, it was enough to restart his heart. He could feel the slow and sure thump pulsing through him as if assuring him he could make it another day.

Or week.

Or six.

“I love ye, mo nighean donn.”

“I love you too,” she said, face suddenly straightening out. “You should sleep, love.”

His face straightened too.

“Nay, mo chridhe,” he replied hastily. “I want to keep talkin’ to ye and—”

“I’ll call again, Jamie,” she chuckled. “But you have class in the morning.”

“But—”

“Sleep, love,” she said softly. The mere sound of her voice was seemingly pulling him into dreams, if only because in dreams he could wrap his arms around her and hold her close.

His eyelids drooped, and the white noise of the fluorescents above buzzed in his ear so distractingly that he couldn’t make out Claire admonishing him for sleeping in the middle of the hallway.

All he heard, above the noise and the deep pull of Dream-Claire’s arms, was his Claire – laughing incredulously at him – as she bade him good night.

---

“Who’s that?”

Claire’s shoulders shot up, turning quickly to the door of her room only to see a small 7-year-old girl in some sort of school uniform poking her head into the frame. Her face, cheeks filled with lasting baby fat, was screwed up in question.

“Ay, Angie, leave Miss Claire alone, ah?”

Appearing at the door as well was the slim figure of Claire’s gracious host, Rose, yanking at the collar of her younger sister’s white shirt.

Angie – Angelica, as she’d been introduced earlier – squirmed out of her sister’s grasp and stumbled towards the bed where Claire was sitting.

Claire smiled, endeared.

“It’s quite alright, I don’t mind.”

The young girl giggled.

“You talk funny, Miss!”

“You should hear my boyfriend then,” she shot back with a wide grin.

“Is that him?” Small hands pointed to Claire’s new lock screen – a beautiful candid shot from Ian of her and Jamie laughing together in the snow at Lallybroch.

“Ikaw talaga,” Rose sighed, muttering to herself and shaking her head as she walked over. “You have school, and Claire needs to sleep.”

“He’s handsome,” Angie chirped, turning to her sister. “See Ate? Parang Prince Charming!”

That was enough for Claire to laugh, sending Angie into a stronger fit of giggles.

“That makes you the prinsesa, Ate Claire!”

Rose rolled her eyes, but smiled anyway.

“Cute naman.” She nodded at Claire. “And his hair.”

Natural redheads would likely be a shock, Claire thought. So far, she’d only seen shades of brown and black – with the occasional dye job – around town. Rose’s hair was streaked with highlights, which brought out her younger features, but was just as dark a brown as Claire’s.

And she was young, likely Claire’s age or just a bit younger. She lived alone with her sister and – Claire had learned – often housed international students, acting as both host and guide to earn money.

Next door, Joe was set up in a similar household, and Claire hoped he was settling in well.

“Okay,” Rose said with a clap of her hands, getting Angie’s attention. “You have school and Ate Claire has to rest.”

“But—”

A pointed look from her sister had Angie puffing out her cheeks and dragging her feet to the door.

“Sleep if you can. Dinner will be done when you wake up,” Rose said, ushering Angie out with an apologetic wave to Claire.

“Thank you, really,” Claire replied with a humble incline of the head. “I do appreciate it.”

“Ay, it’s nothing.”

Claire waved them off with a smile, watching the light from the hallway narrow against the wood floor until the room dimmed, dark curtains drawn so she could sleep.

In the dark, despite the sun and heat outside, she pressed herself into the mattress and pulled the thin blanket over her. The whirring from the electric fan covered her sigh as she coiled her arms around her waist, pulling her legs up to her chest.

The heat wafting over her skin was new. The smell of detergent lingering on the fresh sheets was different.

But the smell on her shirt, and the imagined arms around her…

That was home.

[End of Part Eleven]

Read Part Twelve

[aeroplaneblues]

a while ago you drew winry as mei from bnha and you mentioned that you might make a whole au? (which would be awesome and you should definitely do it sometime) so which characters do you think ed, al, ling, etc. would be?

dfhysha  OK LISTEN IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS FOR WEEKS THANKS ANON, i love this au seriously thanks, here the tl;dr:

More info of these under the cut!!

ED: metal touch, he can transform anything into metal the consistency of it depends of the object he uses to turn metal. ALSO he can turn part of his body metal as well (only one leg and one arm). He learned this when his quirk manifested and accidentally turned Al metal when they were kids. (reason why he uses gloves and aesthetics).

WINRY: quirk scan, a quirk that scans quirks! With it she can see what is it, lacks and improve it with support items. Its a more health care type of quirk so it goes with her parents’ career. She went to UA with the boys to help them out :>

AL: metal armor, like tetsutetsu! But instead his quirk comes from the iron of his blood not the food, the other difference is that he can create like metal joints from his body (like his armor). His quirk manifested the a few minutes before ed “accidentally turned metal”.

LING: regeneration, like a nomu (or like.. greed) BUT this one is depending on FOOD as much food he eats the quicker he can regenerate, basically food is his fuel. He takes the shape of the ultimate shield and that’s when he can regenerate not as human tho.

MUSTANG oxygen control, wait i didnt said a fire type quirk?? how dare i WELL he can create a spark snapping his fingers which have the texture of a match and control the density of the oxygen which allows the different intensity of the  flames. that means his flames can turn blue like dabi’s :>

RIZA: time freeze, i’ll let my friend leah ( @sophielostandfound ) take this one “like the combat system from transistor! time stops and you plan out all your moves to get max effectiveness, and then restarts and it all plays out!” pretty cool huh? she probably uses it more for saving mustang’s ass :D

MEI CHANG: telepathy, i think leah and I said she would be able to control the movements of the cat i mean panda whosmt grows 50 meters or so to fight!

and that is it, at least from all i’ve thought about, but if you or anyone else has some quirk headcanon for them LMK i really want to know what people think haha plus this was fun *v*