#sp idol au

[mye-chi]

HI INCREDIBLY IMPORTANT QUESTION what splatoon weapon do you think each aphverse character would wield

[amakumos]

CUPID’S CORNER — four ; gimme chocolate

because he’s a little shit, nishimura riki sends a totally embarrassing confession about you to “cupid’s corner”, a twitter account that posts anonymous confessions from decelis academy students. but when that joke confession suddenly makes a bunch of people confess to you on cupid’s corner (for real this time!) riki finds that he’s jealous — and oh… he can’t believe it took him a fake confession to realise that he’s crazily in love with you.

four － gimme chocolate! previous ☆ next ♡ masterlist

author's note. just cried cuz RIKURYU WORLD CHAMPIONS FOR PAIRS... men's sp is after this and i am fearful. anyways is y/n jealous we'll never know (you will)

CUPID'S CORNER! a riki smau. genre: smau, crack, fluff, idol au pairing: non-idol! riki x non-idol! reader warnings: swearing, ignore timestamps taglist is CLOSED!

[e-adlirez]

In the Shattered Pacifist AU, what happened that made Violet leave the academy?

Oh she didn't leave the academy-- she got kicked out :)

Context below the cut :D

(also for the record this version of SP!Vi is uh, not exactly canon to the main SP universe? It's kind of an angst AU thing for myself-maybe, an edgelord McGee AU where the angst is shoved to the max, y'know? Not necessarily canon, but it is something)

TW: blackmail, manipulation, defamation

So as we all know SP!Thea is... SP!Thea, being very sketchy and all that, and we know that she has five very intelligent, very curious, and very nosy children she's adopted and mentored for a while <3

Sooo in this scenario, through some sketchiness and extra work and research, SP!Vi found out about the Stilton fam's sketchiness, particularly Thea's, and went to confront her about it.

It does not go well, and Thea ends up blackmailing her into silence, basically threatening to ruin her reputation to hell and back if she dares say a word to anyone about what happened.

Now, Vi for me is the type of person who would think of a million possible situations for something and a million possible actions, and uh she just had her hero ruined for her forever, more or less. So what do?

She could stay silent, bite back, or tell the girls anyway, trusting them enough to be able to keep a secret, which if their history is anything to go off of, they a hundred percent can be trusted.

So she tells the girls and asks them to keep this a secret, and the girls... they dunno what to do :D they just got told by one of their closest friends that their mentor and idol is a bad person-- like-- what do you say to that :D

Now the girls are torn between keeping their promise to keep it a secret, or to ask Thea what the hell is going on. Now the girls at this point have been seeing little tensions bubbling up between the two. They dunno what the hell happened, but something clearly happened for things to get this way, and they're being caught in the crossfire, and now they... kinda have to choose a side. In this scenario, the girls turn to ask Thea about what the hell is going on between her and Vi, and if they can maybe hear both sides of the argument because holy crap Vi made some insane allegations like "being a negligent parent", among a loooootttt of others.

SP!Thea being SP!Thea and knowing what Vi did (because who else would've snitched right) then fulfills the promise she made where she ruins the living crap out of Violet's reputation, and that brings us to the present.

She's now expelled from the academy, deported to and stuck in NMC, and she doesn't have anything besides what she was able to carry with her.

Oh and uh, now everyone and their mother in Mouse Island hates her, due to that one article published by the Rodent's Gazette about a star student of Mouseford potentially soliciting Cat Head to attempt taking Thea's life that one time. There's no real evidence to dispel or prove this rumor (and thus no real reason for the NMC police department to get involved), but eh, it's from the Rodent's Gazette and we all know how legit the Rodent's Gazette is, so it's good as fact. You can say just enough and twist the timeline of events just enough for the people to believe what you want them to believe, especially if you are able to call up the name of a reputed source. Who cares if it's from the gossip column that was only added in the Gazette very recently and was its debut article, right? The Gazette's the ol' reliable! You can always trust the Rodent's Gazette to spit cold, hard facts!

So you may be wondering, "where are the Thea Sisters and Vi's family in all this?"

And to that I say they're mostly fine. Ever since Vi's expulsion and the publish of the article, they've been trying their damndest to contact her, but strangely enough she's not responding. She's never online on any of her social medias, she doesn't respond to texts, messages or emails, and when you try to call her, your phone just says immediately that the number cannot be reached. Strange...

[fountainpenguin]

130 Reasons Why I'm Fairy Trash

🖤 Off the Rails Collection - Smaller FOP AUs

(August 2016 - Ongoing)

“Hey! Hey! Hey, do you mind? Watch the skin! Did your mother spend so much time writing books on how to raise a kid with bad manners, she forgot to tell you not to bathe your genies? My vest is tetrahydrochloride-wash only. Hey, if this is how you greet your guests, I’d hate to be around when you greet your enemies.” “Did- Did you just say ‘genie’? Like… You mean like the magical kind of genie?” “Ha! Heck no! I mean like the non-magical kind of genie. The cloud was all smoke and mirrors for the tourists, and I’m speaking to you right now from behind the curtain in the land of Oz.”

- A variety of tones, but likely some Angst, Fluff, & Drama

- I don't often write for these AUs because I'd like to wrap up existing projects, but if you see something that interests you, you're welcome to send Asks about it! I have a lot to say even if I haven't posted 'fics

Summary

Works that don't fall under the Cloudlands AU umbrella, and instead belong to less-written-for AUs. Swing by to sample random tastes, just for fun!

Potential for any rating, but these works are most likely G and T

Read these works on AO3

130 Sums | Full 130 Prompt Series (AO3) | Other Arcs

#ridwork guides - All my AU guides (for all my fandoms)

#130 arc guides - More posts like this

More Fairly OddParents 'fics

Only notable AUs have AU guides, but you can ask about warnings or worldbuilding if you like.

AUs at a Glance:

- Reedfilter Rules - A pixie named Thirty-Seven flirts his way up the corporate ladder to seize the Head Pixie position. Meanwhile, the Anti-Cosmo struggles to pick a ruling partner. They're also raising a kid together. Fewer animal instincts, messy fae lore! - Little Imperfections - Pixies with extra eusocial insect biology... H.P. is a figurehead whose life consists of staying home to birth and raise many pixie babies. Sanderson is his caretaker who might be a little too interested in "music" and "fun" for his own good. H.P. is captivated by his stories of "raves..." whatever those are. - A New Wish - Many works related to A New Wish (and New Wish AUs) will likely find their way here. I anticipate a separate polished series that follows a consistent canon, but Off the Rails will hold random one-offs that don't fit there. - King Me - Anti-Wanda was raised in royalty. Anti-Cosmo is some scrub who ran away to Pixie World when he was young. H.P. is desperate to set his two BFFs up. Anti-Cosmo has conversion disorder and can't fly because "it's illogical." Anti-Wanda makes many innuendos. - Pivotverse - Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Wanda are especially cruel towards their son (along with other world tweaks). In Cloudlands AU, this is the alt universe Foop ended up in after "Playdate of Doom" - A.J.'s Puzzles - Timmy considers A.J., not Chester, his best friend during "Fairy Idol," so Norm goes to college with A.J. The multi-chapter for this AU is titled Pulling Your Puzzles Apart after lyrics from the Coldplay song "The Scientist" (It's fully outlined and partly drafted; just haven't gotten around to finishing it) - Red and Gold - A study of Gary and Betty in a world where they meet at the Learnatorium and become close friends as teens, as opposed to their Cloudlands AU lives where they were raised together by the Pixies from age 8 (which I write about in a 'fic called Pink and Gray). Gary still lives with his mom in this AU, which... if you know anything about her, is Very Bad News. - Dust to Dust - My ChalkZone crossover AU, akin to Jimmy-Timmy Power Hour, but with Rudy and friends! I outlined a multi-chapter in 2016 to decide if it was worth writing and I wasn't captivated by it, but it might be fun to write snippets now and then. I still have a WIP of Rudy and H.P. arguing over Rudy being "too busy" to file universal paperwork, haha. - Nicktoons Unite - At the time of making this post, I'm not familiar with Nicktoons Unite, but you never know. - Other FOP Spin-Offs - Works for the Grow Up Timmy Turner & Fairly Odder series, if I ever write anything for them. Ex: Timmy as a fairy, or a Turner family reunion told through Viv or Roy's eyes. And who knows what else!

Read these works on AO3

"'That's not healthy,' they said, 'to live in your head,' but it hurts a lot less to me ... It's a little bit cliché, but I love it anyway!" (x)

[foxymoxynoona]

The Secret Song Series Masterlist

All banners and lines by @awrkive

Summary: Jungkook lost his heart pretty much as soon as he saw Sasha Prazdnikova in Little Bean coffee shop, and hers didn't actually wait much longer. But life as a world-famous idol isn't easy, and life as an idol's girlfriend might be even worse, especially when Sasha already has her own stressful career and her own personal demons from a painful childhood of abuse and trauma. Their love and admiration for each other are clear, but is it enough to hold them together through the years? How can a relationship survive when your love story has to be sung through secret songs?

Idol AU Jungkook x Russian-American OC Includes other members x other OC relationships as well

WHOLE SERIES CW: explicit sex, alcohol, drugs, hard drug use, serious mental health issues, unhealthy coping mechanisms, references to self harm/suicide, references to/healing after child abuse and sex trafficking, anxiety, depression, PTSD, infertility, poverty, queerness and identity, unhealthy past relationships, abusive parents, alcoholism & addiction in loved ones, STDs, pregnancy scare, childbirth complications, harassment (sexual and non-sexual), celebrity scandal, enlistment

Explicit sex over the course of the series includes but is not limited to: first time, oral sex, vaginal sex w/o condoms, anal sex, tons of cum, semi-public sex, public sex, masturbation, marathon sex, explicit photos & videos, failed sex, period sex, drunk sex, porn consumption, hand jobs and fingering, one night stands, sex toys, sex under the influence of drugs and alcohol

This story DOES NOT include: depictions of graphic sexual assault, dub-con, depictions of suicide or self harm, scenes involving underage sex, or graphic excessive violence

Summary: Nothing has been normal for Jungkook since he moved to Seoul to become a trainee as a boy, and yet noticing a beautiful girl in a coffee shop is the most normal thing a young man can do. Asking her out, super normal. Falling in love, totally normal. Everything about Sasha makes him feel normal and important, and yet nothing can ever be truly normal when your relationship has to be secret.

CW: explicit sex, first time sex, virgin Jungkook, mature language, alcohol, references to drug use, past sexual abuse, noona kink, panic attacks, anxiety, PTSD, sexual harassment, physical assault

Read the full story on AO3 - Complete - 536k words

Summary: Tour has ended but life only moves faster as Jungkook prepares for another album and Sasha gets exciting new career opportunities she just can’t say no to. What seems so pure and strong on summer vacation struggles under the onslaught of external pressures, internal demons, and missed connections. How can they ever find stability together when both their lives are so full of churn? And if the currents do tear them apart, how will they find their way back to each other?

AN: The fluff gets fluffier, the angst gets angstier, everyone will suffer, and if you’re looking for a simple idolverse AU, this isn’t it, as mental health issues for both Sasha and Jungkook really take the stage in this story and it's much angstier than Little Bean. But I promise happiness after the storm!

CW: Explicit sex, mature language, depression, anxiety, panic attacks, major angst, terrible decisions, reckless behavior, STDs, drug use, anal sex, semi-public sex, casual sex, oral sex, unprotected sex, unhealthy coping mechanisms, disordered eating, weight talk

Read the whole story on AO3 - Complete - 711k words

Book 3, 4, and 5 still to come...

JJK & SP: The B-Sides

One-shots, drabbles, Tumblr answers, etc that relate to Jungkook and/or Sasha

Read all on AO3 | Read on Tumblr: - Please Tell Me This Isn’t Why You Woke Me Up - I Have Secrets You Don’t Know About - Would you still love me if I was a worm? - JK and the perilla leaf - JK gets a Harley

RM: Mono to Stereo

Vignettes, one shots, notes, drabbles, song lyrics, whatever gets scratched on the notepad of Kim Namjoon's life in a fit of muse. Out of place, out of time, seemingly unconnected, when strung together, they tell the story of a search for purpose, an unearthing of identity, the growth of a man who finds himself suddenly too close to the sun.

There IS an overarching plot but the path is not direct and "chapters" are not in chronological order.

Read all on AO3 | Read on Tumblr: - Camp Hookups - September 2020 - A Breakup - June 2019

V: The Man

One-shots, drabbles, Tumblr answers, etc. that relate to Taehyung in this universe.

Read all on AO3 | Read on Tumblr: - Against A Tree

more to come <3 <3 <3

[haeryna]

The way I just binges your satosugu idol au at 4am- I am SOBBING IN TBE BEST WAY POSSIBLE IM SO EXCITED FOR TBE NEXT CHAPTER I LOVR IT SP MUCH🙏🙏🙏

NAUUUR NOT THE FOUR AM GET SOME SLEEP OMG 😭😭 I'LL TRY MY HARDEST I PROMISE !!! once spring break starts i pray

school is so rude for no reason,,,gimme my degree already bruh

[miichae]

We Meet Again.

SUMMARY - Y/N Chae-won and Mina were an inseparable trio from kindergarten to the end of junior school. Until the day when Mina’s parents decided to move back to Japan for business. On the day of freshmen orientation Y/N and Chaewon meets their best friend once again after 5 long years of no communication.

FEATURING - Chae-won from le sserafim, Mina from twice 

GENRE - college au, best friends, fluff

WARNINGS - mentions of hitting BUT in a friendly manner 

WORD COUNT - 2k

NOTE - this is all fiction! This has nothing to do with any idols irl! + reblogs/likes/comments are greatly appreciated! 

AUTHOR’S NOTE - we wrote this dedicated to our username which is a mesh of Chae-won from le sserafim and Mina from twice! We wanted our username to include both of our favorite idols so miichae was born! We hope you guys enjoyed this !! 

As long as Y/N could remember Chae-won and Mina were her rides or die. They formed an extraordinary bond since the first day of kindergarten when little Mina and little Chae-won were fighting over a doll, little Y/N walked over to them and decided to share her dolls with the girls.

From that point forward, they told each other their deepest secrets and their loyalty to each other was beyond the universe. Until one day when Mina’s parents announced they would be leaving for Japan due to business.

This meant they only had the rest of junior school left together. The three spent every moment together cherishing the fun memories they created with each other. The girls had sleepovers, played at the playground, made sand castles at the beach, and graduated together. On the day of their graduation, they walked down the stage hand in hand for their graduation ceremony.

The most memorable moment Y/N remembered was the night before Mina’s departure, the girls were laying on the soft grass looking up at the stars and telling each other jokes. Chae-won sat up and held out both her pinky fingers toward the group, “Let's promise to keep in contact and always remember these moments.” Y/N giggled and nodded while holding pinkies with her friends.

Chae-won cried the most at the airport, dropping Mina off. The girls hugged each other tightly before waving Mina off, watching her disappear into the boarding gates. Since then Chae-won and Y/N became closer than before as they lost contact with Mina within five months of her being away. 

“HURRY UP Y/N WE’RE GONNA BE LATE FOR OUR ORIENTATION!!” Chae-won grabs the covers off you, pulling you down onto the cold ground.

“Okay okay, I'm up geez. We're not gonna be late and even if we are it won't be the end of the world” Y/N exclaimed while rubbing her drowsy eyes.

Chae-won had a thing for being punctual, whereas you were not. You slowly pick yourself up from the floor and make your way to the bathroom to get ready.

After what felt like forever in Chae-won’s eyes you finally come out of the bathroom all dressed up in your favorite pair of jeans and a crop top you stole from Chae-won.

“Okay, I'm ready. We can head out now.” Chae-won smiles enthusiastically as she grabs a hold of your arm, dragging you out of the dorm.

“Took you only like ten minutes!” Chae-won says in a sarcastic tone as she drags you down the halls, racing to get to the auditorium as she hoped it wasn’t too packed yet. 

You guys make it to the auditorium both out of breath as you two search the area for empty seats next to each other. ”Over there..” You whisper to Chae-won before pulling her over to the seats near the back of the auditorium.

Chae-won pinches Y/N’s arm as she leans over and whispers into your ear, “We would have gotten somewhere near the front if it wasn’t for you.”

You were about to respond but the person, who you assumed was the president, began to talk, cutting you off. He starts going on a rant about the school and other stuff you did not care about which became evident to Chae-won as she glanced at you and noticed you zoning out. 

You glanced around the room before spotting an oddly familiar figure in the distance, you lean forward and squint your eyes. Your mind starts to wander, trying to think who this person could be before you let out a half whisper half shout, “OHMYGOD!!”

The sudden outburst had students giving you weird glances as to why you were being loud “Chae! Look!” You began pushing and pulling Chae-won’s arm.

She looks at you with an annoyed face as more people started glancing at you guys, “Oh my god Y/N what is it?” Chae-won whispered as quietly as she could, waiting for you to answer.

“Look over there, does she not look like Mina?!” You exclaimed in a not-so-quiet whisper gaining annoyed and judgeful stares.

You point towards the middle left of the room as Chae-won follows your finger and looks closely to see if it was Mina. To her shock, the girl turned her head to the side talking to a small group of students and revealing the mole on her nose. Chae-won gasped softly in shock.

“OH MY GOSH IT IS HER” You yelled as you stood from the chair, knocking it down in the process.

The entire audience was now staring at you. Chae-won picked up your chair and pulled you down while apologizing profusely to everyone else. The president on the stage goes back to speaking, gaining everyone's attention back to him.

Chae-won pokes her long nails into your leg, whispering into your ear, “You are ruining our reputation, people are judging us already. So zip it now so you don’t make it worse and have people thinking we are weirdos.” Chae-won sighed as you rolled your eyes, guilt settling in the pit of your stomach for causing a scene.��

The executive was the last person to finish a speech. People started to get up from their seats and flood out the front doors. You get up from your seat quickly and grab Chae-won’s arm, following the crowd toward the exit of the auditorium hoping to get away from the boring atmosphere. As soon as you guys entered the football field, you looked around in awe at the different tables for clubs. The school even had a whole row line of tables where food and drinks were set up.

You turn your head back to Chae-won, reaching out to grab her other hand and begin shaking them gently, “Hey look I'm sorry for causing that huge scene but I just got excited that Mina is here. I mean we haven't seen or talked to her in like 5 years.”

Chae-won laughed before shaking your hands more, “I know, it’s okay. We should go look for her.” You nod eagerly, and the both of you head off to look for Mina. 

After about thirty minutes of searching around the crowd, Chae-won spotted her laughing with a group of friends. Mina’s unique facial features made her look like a goddess, making her stand out in the group.

You wipe your hands against your pants as you look at Chae-won, "Wow, she has a lot of friends. Should we wait or-”

Chae-won cuts you off by grabbing your hand and speed-walking her way over to the group with you tagging along, almost tripping over your own feet.

One of the guys noticed you two coming towards them, “Does anyone know those girls..” He says with confusion forming on his face, the rest of the group turns their heads to see two girls approach them.

“Heyyy umm… M-mina can we talk for a second…” You say in a nervous tone, slightly stumbling over your words. Mina takes a double take at you girls before excusing herself from the group, guiding you guys over to a shaded tree. 

You look at Mina with awe as you speak up to clear the silence that was surrounding you three. “Soo… Mina, You got a boyfriend?”

Chae-won slaps your arm at the horrible attempt to start a conversation, “Ignore her, she’s become an idiot ever since you left.”

Chae-won takes a step closer to Mina before engulfing her in a tight hug, allowing Mina to wrap her arms around Chaewon. You tear up slightly before throwing yourself at the two girls.

“OHMYGOD MINA I MISSED YOU SO MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA,” You say dramatically, pulling away from the hug.

Mina laughs at your outburst, “I missed you guys just as equally. I'm actually heading back to the dorms, do you wanna tag along?”

Chae-won nods quickly before grabbing your hand and Mina's, “Let’s go!!” She says loudly with you cheering in the background.

mini time skip to Mina's dorm

“Come in guys, you can sit anywhere you like, I'm glad we finally get to reunite," Mina says as she closes the door. Chae-won made herself comfortable on the couch while you wandered around the dorm.

“Do you get this entire place to yourself? No roommates?!” You exclaimed while looking over your shoulder at Mina.

She hums in response while plopping down next to Chae-won, “How have you girls been though?”

You skip over and plop down next to Mina, laying your body down across her legs. “I've been great, I don't know about Chae-won. She’s always hitting me and name-calling m-”

Chae-won pinches your arm to silence you, “I do not hit her. She just needs to get straightened up a bit.”

Mina throws her head back, laughter flowing out from her. The three of you guys get lost in conversation, laughing and joking around just like the old times. 

It was midnight, and Mina spoke up softly while playing with your hair, “You know I missed this, talking to you guys and having fun. It’s been a while since I was able to be carefree.”

You smile and sit up straight, “Well we go to the same college and live in the same building so let’s hang out more often.”

Chae-won nods in agreement, “Yeah for once I agree with her, We can go out tomorrow for some coffee or something.” Chaewon says in an eager tone.

Mina claps her hands together and nods, “Alright why don’t you girls head back to your dorms and we hang out tomorrow afternoon.”

You jump up from the couch and do a little dance out of excitement that you guys were going to hang out like old times, “Okay!! Let's go Chae-won!” You skip over to the door, putting on your shoes while Chaewon and Mina slowly make their way to the door.

“Y/N go on ahead, I want to speak to Chae-won for a second,” Mina says while she pulls you into a tight hug before letting you go, you hum in response. “Okay, I'm gonna run over to the dorm anyways, I need to shower.” Chae-won nods before the two watch you rush out of the room.

“What did you need to talk to me about Mina?” Chae-won looks over at Mina with concern all over her face, causing the other girl to giggle slightly.

“Oh it’s nothing bad, I just wanted to give you and Y/N a gift I had for you guys while I was staying in Japan. I just didn't want her to drop it, you know how y/n is.” Chae-won laughs and nods in agreement as she reaches for the bag Mina quickly grabbed from the cabinet near the kitchen.

“Yeah that's a good idea considering how clumsy she has become,” Chae-won says as she steps outside the dorm, already having put her shoes on.

“I'll add you to our group chat once I get to the dorm and then we can set up a plan for tomorrow,” Chae-won says with a smile on her face while she opens the door to head off. The two hug each other once last time before Chae-won walks away with the bag in her hand. 

mini time skip to the next day at the university park.   

“Do you think she forgot,” You asked in an upset tone as you stare at Chae-won, crossing your arms in a childish manner.

“Don't overthink it I think she just is running a bit late,” the older girl says as she pats your back in to comfort you, and before you know it Mina comes rushing over to you guys with panic all over her face.

“I'm sorry guys! I woke up super late an-” You cut Mina off with a hug, squishing her in between your arms.

“Don’t sweat it, we are glad you made it anyways!” Chae-won hums from below as you let go of Mina, settling back down onto the blanket crisscrossed. Mina plops down between you two and grabs a drink from her back, gulping it down.

“Slow down Mina, the water isn’t gonna run away from you,” Chae-won giggles as she pats Mina's knee.

“So Minaaa~,” You say in a song-like voice, “How are you~”

Mina puts the cap cover back on her bottle, “I'm good, I had a blast last night with you girls. We should hang out more.”

“Only if it's yours! Our place is a huge mess because of Y/N.''

You playfully smack Chae-won’s arm laughing, “It is not, well maybe a little..” You sheepily say while digging into your bag, pulling out a container filled with sandwiches.

“So I woke up really early today, preparing some of my amazing sandwiches for us to eat.” You open it and hand out a sandwich to the other girls, “I remember how you liked your favorite sandwiches, so I made it the same way Mina.”

She smiles at you gently before taking the sandwich from you, pulling the wrap off of it, and taking a bite, her eyes opening wide as she covers her mouth. “This is sooo good.” You smile brightly digging into your sandwich as well.

Time passed by quickly in the midst of all the fun you girls were having. Chae-won speaks up after the laughing fit Mina and You were having, “Should we watch the stars like old times” Chae-won suggested.

"Duh! Don't even need to ask me twice!" You say giggling while you plop down onto the blankets, your friends following after you.

The three of you laying down beside each other as you look up into the sky watching the stars and pointing out the different zodiac signs you guys saw. The memory of when you were younger and in the exact same position brought back a lot of happy memories you hold so dearly. Making you tear up slightly for being able to unite with your best friend again.

"Are you crying Y/N?" Chae-won pokes your side as you slap her hand away, denying it. The rest of the night was spent in Mina's dorm with laughter, tears, and promises to be with each other forever.

[gamerbearmira]

I just had a crazy and kinda weird au idea. What if the Housebroken half animal grandkids somehow ended in the world of Splatoon after the Return of the Mamalians event, and nixed the fuzzy oosze and sanitized ooze from octo expansion and created more beings like them, taking refugee in a Cave Forest and calling themselves Animalians, and The grandkids would become their leaders and the idols, especially Isa and Dolores since those two remind me of the squid sisters? And they spy on both Squids and Octoling and even befriend some of them and go to the Squid city in disguise and become fans of The Squid Sisters, Off The Hook, and Deep Cut? And dream of a world of peace between species?

THAT WOULD BE SO COOL‼️‼️‼️ I remember someone, I think an anon, mentioned something about the grandkids possibly being Splatoon idols?? Like the Cool Sisters and Warm siblings were their own group and th adults were something of a referee/di etc etc. REGARDLESS. I need to brush up on the Sp,Aton story, because despite never playing any of the games, I still loved the story modes. But yeah, Animalians, very cool 👹👹 Maybe they do concerts in Squid City and eventually get the other idols to do concerts in their city??? Idk <33

[timmywhisperer]

listened to that i forgive you/snow halation mashup again & now im thinking about sp idol au . i have never watched love live

[pooptrucks]

IDOL X GREASY FAN AU MWEHEHE 👹

[ask-kenny-boi]

in the rock band, raven (stan) Who are the other members? the gothic boys (henrietta, michael, peter, Firkle) or the other friends? and what does butters do there is kendoll friend in this au xD

[tokkis-lemonade]

My friend made this Idol AU and I LOVE IT SO FAR <3 ;w;

Commisions are still open! info at: tokkislemonade@gmail.com

[renjunsbabygirl]

i could be a better boyfriend than him: huang renjun smut

pairing: soft!renjun to possessive!renjun x fem!toxic!reader (non-idol au).

warnings: mentions of toxic relationship, cheating, brief choking, spitting, hair pulling, anal play, creampie, unprotected sex. not proofread. lowercase intended.

disclaimer: i am not glorifying cheating or a toxic relationship. this is purely fictional and i do not portray renjun nor the reader to be these type of people. this was requested, purely for entertainment. thank you and please enjoy!

"he fucking pisses me off," you angrily mutter as you wrap your hands around renjun's neck; continuing to bounce on his cock.

renjun moans closing his eye from bliss. he has a death grip on your hips as if saying don't stop.

you knew cheating on your boyfriend wasn't right, but when he pisses you off, your morals fly out the window and you don't care about your actions.

"what did he-," he moans mid sentence when he felt your walls clench around him. "what did he do?" he breathlessly ask.

you pause to flip down on your back. renjun wastes no time to get in between your legs. he carelessly wraps them around his slim waist and easily thrusts back into you. a low moan escapes your mouth as he fills you back up; not wasting a second to continue to pound into your pussy.

"he said i couldn't," you bring your hand down to rub circles on your clit. "-couldn't do anything right and he's only with me because i'm a fantastic fuck."

"i mean, he's not entirely wrong," renjun pants leaning down to capture your lips. you kiss him back, grabbing his chin with the hand you were rubbing your clit with. you lick his lips and he gladly opened his mouth up to you. you swirl your tongue against his, exploring him.

with all the strength you could muster, you push yourself on top of him so now he's in kneeling position. you pull away from his lips, keeping your grip on his chin and his mouth wide open. he stares up at you confused until you lean down spitting in his mouth.

his eyes widen at your action. you clam his mouth shut, demanding him to swallow it.

with no hesitation, he swallows your saliva.

"good boy," you praise him. leaning down to kiss him once more. you slightly lift yourself off of him so he could sit in a more comfortable position. once he's readjusted, you line his cock back to your entrance, and slowly sink down onto him.

you both moan in unison. he grabs your hips once more and thrusts up inside of you. you hold his shoulders for dear life as he continues to pound up into your pussy. your breast bounce with each thrust, occasionally hitting his chin. without warning, he wraps his mouth around your nipple, making you moan out loudly.

"you'll make a great boyfriend, renjunnie," you said running your hands through his newly cut hair. he pulls away from your nipple, pushing your hair to the side, and nipping at your neck. he licked a stride across the sensitive skin before biting down on the wet flesh.

he felt possessive at the moment. getting angry at the thought of your piece of shit boyfriend. he knew for sure he could be a better boyfriend than him. and he's willing to prove that in any way, shape or form. he wanted you; needed you.

"yes," you moan throwing your head back in utter bliss. with renjun's rapid thrusting and him marking his territory, you were ready to cum at any moment.

he tugs your hair to make you look at him. "you're mine now," he said against your quivering lips. "do you understand me?"

"yes," you moan bouncing yourself on his cock again as you felt yourself nearing your orgasm. he didn't like the answer as he stop his thrust much to your dismay and gripped your chin as you did his earlier. "i said do you understand me?" he repeated his question more sternly now. you vigorously nod your head. "yes, renjun," you whimper, desperate for release.

"that's my good girl," he muttered capturing your lips again before returning to his previous job.

he lied down on his back, pulling you with him so you're chest to chest. he grabs your ass, spreading your cheeks apart, and slowly thrusting back into you. you gasp feeling his cock reach places that he couldn't reach in his prior positions. you bury your face in the crock of his neck, mewling as he starts to pick up pace.

"don't hide from me, honey," he said squeezing the soft flesh of your ass. "let me hear you."

he removes one hand from your ass to toy with your rim. your eyes squeeze shut at the euphoria he was giving to you. not even your boyfriend could make you feel this good.

your back arched and you slightly sat up, gripping the bed sheets beside his face. he gawked at the sight of your face scrunched up in pleasure and your jiggling breast above his face. he could cum to the thought of getting you off.

"i'm cumming," you whimpered reaching between your bodies and rubbing your clit.

"want you to cum first," renjun muttered. he stopped toying with your rim and cupped your chin again. pulling your face towards his, he placed a filthy, wet, tongue filled kiss on your swollen lips. "cum on me, honey."

your breath grew harder and shallow. you rubbed your clit faster and harsher. the knot in your belly snapped and you came gushing on his cock, crying out in pleasure of the best sex you've ever had.

renjun's mouth fell ajar at the feeling of your walls clamping down on his cock as you orgasmed. his thrust grew sloppy and not long after you, he cums; filling your insides with his fluid, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

you both lie there. panting. sweating. locked in each others embrace.

he thrust a few more times to ride out your highs. he rolls you over onto your back, still stuffed inside of you. he brushes his fingers over the hickey he made. mentally smiling in satisfactory. he looked down to where his cock was still inside of you. he rubbed your thighs before slowly pulling himself out of you. a small moan leaving your mouth at the sudden emptiness.

renjun gasped, feeling himself getting turned on once again from your mixed cum slowly oozing out of you. without hesitation, he runs his index and middle finger down your slit, collecting the wet fluid. he locked eyes with you, lifting his fingers to his mouth and sucking the juice right off.

"so delicious," he commented before collapsing beside you.

he pulled the blanket over you. he played with your hair and rubbed your arm until you eventually fell asleep. when he was certain you were in a deep slumber, he rose from his bed, pulling his clothes back on.

he grabbed his cap and the small hand knife he kept in his nightstand before quietly making his way out of his apartment complex in search of your shitty boyfriend.

did you think he was kidding when he said he would do anything to prove that he would be the better boyfriend?

[creekaesthetics-blog]

A Tweek x Craig school idol AU

BECAUSE WHY THE FUCK NOt?!? I can already imagine how it would go.. Tweek is gonna like become a school idol and Craig will fall in love with him instantly because hES SO CUTE AND SHIT OMGGGGGGGG I’m dying atm

[batneko]

Red Eye

zombiemask coffeeshop au! Mostly fluff, some heavy stuff implied in Zombieman’s past but he’s working on it. Amai is a popstar but not an idol. (implied kamabushi in the background)

words: 7225

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Every morning Zed woke up at 3 AM. Five days a week he actually got out of bed, showered, dressed, kicked last night's company out if needed, and made it to work by 3:45. He was usually just in time to accept the morning's order of baked goods, and would eat breakfast while he set up. The door was unlocked at 4. On the dot.

That was when the first barista was supposed to arrive too. Supposed to. Nobody but Zed really wanted the early early morning shift, and no matter how much of an early riser they were by nature, Zed had never met anyone who managed to drag themselves to work a minute before they were due.

It was often only a few minutes after that when the first customers began to trickle in. Before 5 there were quite a few people who technically hadn't been to bed yet - once it was even the person Zed had left twenty minutes before, which was fun. But there were at least a handful that were on their way to jobs that started almost as early, and their shop was the best available coffee that you didn't have to make yourself.

There were also “the upstairs people,” as everyone inevitably started calling them. The coffee shop was on the ground floor of an apartment building, and not a cheap one either. Zed had looked, once, tempted by the convenience of living right above his workplace, and he couldn't have afforded one of the apartments if he owned the shop. In fact, the actual owner had grandfathered into his lease and couldn't live there either.

So you got relatively wealthy people strolling out of the lobby entrance, sometimes still in pajamas, and getting their usual. Every. Single. Day.

The good news was that the upstairs people weren't assholes about it. They seemed to consider the baristas more along the lines of building staff than personal servants. You didn't start beef with building staff because you might wake up one day and find out you've got no hot water and the super is “busy” for the next month.

But it could be surreal, especially for the new hires. Nobody started on the early early morning shift. Asking someone to work at 4 AM without full training was a good way to get baristas with burns on their hands. Most of the upstairs people weren't assholes, but they were oblivious to The Help in the way wealthy people were. They'd walk up to the counter and ask for something that wasn't on the menu, not noticing at all if the barista was new and staring at them in mute confusion.

Zed tried to keep an eye out for those situations. One, in particular, had become a new kind of routine. Even the established baristas deferred to Zed's expertise with this customer. And he liked that. He enjoyed being relied on. He enjoyed feeling appreciated, even if it was just by twenty-somethings with deer-in-headlights eyes as he took the to-go cup out of their hands.

Having someone who relied on him helped him to resist the urge to stop being reliable.

***

Bado was an idiot. Why did he think he could do this? Human beings were not meant to be awake before the sun, especially not to serve other human beings hot liquids. Why were they getting customers this early? And was that last lady in pajamas?

“I'm an idiot,” he muttered, after he'd messed up the pajama lady's order twice.

“No you're not,” Zed said, and when he said it you believed it. “She had a complicated one. Just write it down next time, no one will get upset.”

“They might,” Bado said.

“Okay, they might,” Zed conceded the point. “But that's what I'm for.” He patted Bado on the shoulder, and squinted out at the dark sidewalk. “I'm gonna go take a quick break. If you need me just yell.”

Bado nodded, and Zed disappeared into the back.

He liked Zed. Everyone liked Zed. Despite only being around thirty, the guy just radiated dad energy. And the good kind of dad, who called you “sport” and wanted to hear about your interests.

When he agreed to take the opening shift, to squeeze in a couple hours before school, he'd been taken aside and warned that Zed was great as long as you were mediocre. You just had to show up and try, a little, and he'd never get on your ass for stupid things. Like sitting, or eating, or being a couple minutes late.

But he was also warned that Zed was... erratic. He'd disappear for minutes at a time, he'd take phone calls, he'd squeeze in smoke breaks even though all he smoked was candy-flavored tobacco-free sugar water. He'd have weird exchanges with customers that you had to ignore because you definitely didn't want to know the truth.

But he was great. He worked three times as hard as anybody else, for barely more money than they made. If you trusted him, and were trustworthy in return, he would never ever let you down.

The next customer walked in, Bado forced a smile, and silently thanked the gods that at least this one was wearing pants. It was a young man who looked vaguely familiar. Maybe he'd been in on the weekend when Bado usually worked. He had one of those prettyboy faces that pissed Bado off, so he thought he would have remembered, but possibly not if it was busy.

“Good morning! What can I get started for you?”

The man looked a little disappointed. Wasn't that good enough? Could he tell Bado had to fake it extra-hard today?

“You'll have to write it down,” the man said.

“Uh... okay.”

Bado grabbed a cup and a sharpie, and waited.

“On paper,” the man said.

Bado frowned a little, he couldn't help it, but switched out for a notepad and a ballpoint pen.

“Okay,” the man said, and took a breath. “Sixteen ounce coffee, half teaspoon cinnamon, eighth teaspoon nutmeg, eighth powdered ginger, a dash of ground cloves, a dash of allspice, and a squeeze of lemon juice. And one packet of brown sugar.”

Bado wrote it as fast as he could, but already his eyes were glazing over and his writing turned into a scribble. The shop had a lot of seasonal recipes that called for all those spices, but there was a cheat sheet for those. Did other morning customers make long-ass requests like this? Was it a “secret menu” kind of deal where there wasn't really a secret menu and people just experimented at home? Why was there lemon in it?

“Okay...” Bado said. “Uh. Coming right up.”

The man said nothing, watching him, waiting.

“Oh! What name do you want me to write on the cup?”

They got busy in the afternoon, so they needed to do that kind of thing, though at the moment no one else was in the shop. Which was good, because this was going to take a while.

“Amai,” the man said, and Bado set the cup aside so he could start ringing him up – how did you charge for this? – when the name sunk in and Bado froze.

Amai. As in, Amai Mask? As in, that asshole who sang all the pop songs Bado kept getting stuck in his head because his sister loved them? The asshole that he was currently working extra shifts so he could buy tickets for? That Amai?

No wonder he looked familiar, he was on Zenko's homework binder.

“Oh, hey, good morning,” Zed's voice said from behind Bado.

Bado looked at him, hardly able to move from the shock. Fucking Amai Fucking Mask had just ordered the world's dumbest coffee from him, and Bado hadn't even recognized him. How was he supposed to make this now? What if he did it wrong? What if Zenko never forgave him for not calling her to come to the shop right now, screw sleep?

“I got this,” Zed said, plucking the list of ingredients from Bado's hand. “Just finish the transaction.”

“O- okay,” Bado said, hating himself for stammering.

Amai Mask looked like less of a mannequin in person. He looked exhausted, actually. Maybe he had to get up this early for hair and makeup, or dance rehearsal, or whatever famous people did.

“Doin' all right?” Zed asked as he worked on the order.

“Fine,” Amai said. He stuck his card in the reader as Bado rang him up. A wild thought entered Bado's head - if he had to sign the receipt that was like an autograph, right? No one would notice if one receipt went missing - but it was a debit and all he did was punch in some numbers.

Damn.

“What about you?” Amai asked.

Zed replied, “Eh, you know how it is. It's a Monday.”

“Mm,” Amai said, nodding.

Zed was reaching for the spice cabinet, and Bado decided to watch him. He wasn't looking at the note Bado had written so he must have the unholy concoction memorized.

To Bado's horror, he saw his boss completely ignore the actual customer order and grab the big jar of pumpkin spice. He added a heaping spoonful and a squirt of lemon and put the cup on the stirrer.

“It's not as cold today,” Zed said.

“No? That's good.”

He was making normal conversation. Normal boring small talk with international celebrity Amai Mask.

***

Most mornings – not all, sometimes days or weeks would pass without it – a particular customer would come in. Never at the same exact time, but nearly always in the first couple hours. He was always, always, dressed. No pajamas, or hoodies tossed over sweatpants. And he was always the best-looking person in the shop, which was maddening some mornings. Did he have to look that good? Every day? Before 6?

The customer's name was probably not Amai, though that was what he called himself. There had been something about the way he said it, three years ago when Zed first asked for something to write on the cup, as if it was a decision and not a statement. He'd been new to the building then and looked pleasantly surprised to find the coffee shop was open this early.

It had been over a month before he started making his custom order. And nearly three before Zed began ignoring it.

This was probably a bad thing. You should never serve someone anything other than what they ordered, because you didn't know their allergies and could kill somebody, and because the health inspector would shut you down for as little as mis-labeling a bottle. But Zed had been tired, and craving, and they were out of allspice and he thought... whatever, close enough, right? It was the same ingredients, more or less. Close e-fucking-nough.

And Amai loved it.

Loved it. Ordered it every time. He'd memorized the amounts he said, thinking that he'd finally gotten them right, and rattled them off in machine precision for the rest of the week while Zed ignored him and made his own recipe. Finally Zed told him he'd memorized it too so he could stop, but whenever Zed wasn't there to take the order he still recited them.

He was so proud of himself, how could Zed tell him the truth?

***

“How you doing?” Zed asked.

“You already asked that,” Amai said, which seemed like kind of a dick move to Bado.

“Yeah,” Zed said. He turned slightly, just enough to look Amai in the face. “And I'm asking again.”

“Fine,” he repeated. “It's... the usual.”

“Hm.”

Bado watched Zed pop a lid on the to-go cup, slip on a cardboard sleeve, then start to reach across the counter to put it within Amai's grasp. It wasn't his drink, Bado thought to himself. That wasn't his order.

“Oh, I almost forgot.”

Bado nearly sighed with relief. Zed must have been on auto-pilot and made the wrong thing. He'd toss it out and start over, not-

Zed reached under the counter and popped a foil-wrapped chocolate kiss on top of the cup, then passed it straight into Amai's hand.

Amai looked almost as confused as Bado felt. Why chocolate? He hadn't ordered it, and it wouldn't exactly go with the drink.

But then Bado glanced at the cash register and noted the date. He'd almost forgotten, even though his sister had left out her gift to him on the breakfast table. Amai looked around, seeming to take in the red construction paper hearts that had already been taped up for a week.

“Oh,” Amai said.

Zed grinned at him, silently.

Amai pocketed the candy and took a sip of his drink. He said nothing about the taste, but he started to turn blotchy and red on his face and neck. Was it an allergic reaction?

“Th- thank you,” Amai said, actually stuttering his words.

Zed kept grinning.

And then Bado realized, poised to call emergency services if Amai stopped breathing, that it wasn't a rash. He was blushing.

Amai Mask was an ugly blusher.

***

There were other things about Amai that caught Zed's attention. Familiar things. Erratic behavior, fluctuations in weight, bad sleep habits, dark circles and hollow cheeks that he tried – almost successfully – to hide with cosmetics.

It was summer when Zed saw the needle marks. Shorter sleeves.

Amai had been gone for weeks, over a month, and he looked as bad as Zed had ever seen him. If you didn't know him you'd never notice, but he looked like he'd just come off a stint at the hospital. Or... something else.

Zed debated about it for a few days. It was none of his business, and it would probably make things awkward no matter what, but if he hadn't known people cared about him when he was destroying himself he never would have stopped.

So he slipped a business card under the sleeve of Amai's cup. Stuck out just enough that he would feel the corners beneath his fingers. Maybe it would help. Maybe it wouldn't. Maybe Zed would never see him again.

What happened was that Amai came back ten minutes later, slapped the card on the counter, and exclaimed, “What the hell is this?”

It was subtle, the text was small, but still very clearly printed.

“Let's go outside,” Zed said.

“What the hell is this?”

Zed scooped up the card. “I will tell you outside.” He turned and announced to the staring barista (they often stared when Amai came in, for some reason. Sure he was gorgeous, but they saw lots of attractive rich people in the building), “I'm taking a break.”

The barista nodded.

He didn't bother to take off his apron, just slipped around the counter and grabbed Amai by the forearm. Zed realized – a moment too late – that this may have been a mistake. You weren't supposed to put hands on an unruly customer. But Amai barely reacted to it, just let himself be dragged out of the shop and around the corner. Either no one had ever done this to him and he was stunned… or he was used to being manhandled and didn't care. Zed wasn't sure which answer was worse.

Once they were deep enough in the alley Amai shook his hand free and smoothed his shirt back into shape, before pointing theatrically at the card in Zed's hand.

“What the hell is-”

“Yeah yeah, I heard you.” Zed held the card out, waiting for Amai to take it back. “Narc Anon.”

“I know what-”

“Narcotics Anonymous.”

“I know what it says,” Amai hissed, head darting around to check for witnesses. He was the one confronting Zed in his place of work, now he was afraid of being overheard? “Why did you give it to me?”

“Honestly? Because I thought you needed it.”

“Fuck you,” Amai blurted. His mouth snapped shut, as if he hadn't meant to say it.

“Well not now,” Zed said.

His mouth worked silently for a moment, red blotches starting to appear on his cheeks. Zed couldn't tell if it was embarrassment or anger.

“I don't!” Amai said through clenched teeth. “I do not- I have never- I'm not on drugs!”

“Okay,” Zed said.

“Do you think that every famous person must be abusing narcotics to get where they are? I've worked sixteen-hour days for two years to-”

“You're famous?” Zed said. He tilted his head as Amai flapped his lips in silence once again. “Are you one of those internet people?”

“What?”

“Because I can't keep up with all that. My age has a three in front of it.”

“No!” Amai exclaimed. Then added, looking away, “Not anymore.”

“Oh, so-”

“You didn't know?”

“Know what?”

“Who I am?”

“No?” Zed tilted his head the other way. “Should I?”

“I have three songs in the top forty right now!”

“Oh you're a singer?” Zed said, brightly. “That's nice.”

“Nice?”

“Isn't it?”

Amai stared at him.

“It is not that weird that I haven't heard of you.”

Amai let out a wordless grumble, and tugged at his bangs. “I suppose not, if you don't pay attention to modern music. At all.”

“I don't.”

“But then why did you-” He gestured at the card, still held in Zed's hand. “Why did you think I needed that?”

Zed shrugged. “A lot of little things. But the big one was the track marks on your arms.”

Amai looked down at himself, tugged one sleeve lower. The injuries had healed while Zed was working up the nerve to do anything, but the fact that Amai knew which arm he meant said a lot.

“You were gone for a few weeks before that,” Zed said, keeping his voice as neutral as possible. He didn't want Amai to think this was judgment. “I figured you were on a bender.”

“Tour,” Amai muttered. “I was on tour. Which you would know if you paid attention.”

“Okay. And you needed to keep your energy up for performing?”

“I needed to get it back,” Amai said. “But not- not the way you think! I heard that vitamin IVs were good for jetlag and exhaustion.” He sounded bitter as he added, “It didn't help.”

It was not the weirdest thing Zed had heard about rich people doing. And Amai's reactions didn't feel like he was hiding anything...

“So the reason you're tired all the time and you don't stick to a schedule is you're always performing?”

“Mm, fairly often.” Amai tugged at his bangs again. “You can tell I'm tired?”

“Maybe only because I see you so much.” Zed felt his brow furrow. “Is that why your weight changes too?”

“My what?”

“Sometimes you look really skinny but then you gain it back. Hey, if you've got food issues I can get a card for that too. We all meet at the same place.”

“No,” Amai said firmly, glaring. “I do not have food issues. I'm just...” He sighed. “Gangly, by nature. It takes a lot of effort to maintain my muscles and sometimes I don't have time.”

'Gangly' was not how Zed would have put it. He had long legs, but they were proportional, and his shoulders were broad even without muscular arms to balance them. But then maybe he'd been working out since he was a teenager and never realized how adulthood filled him out.

“I know what you mean,” Zed said, instead of what he was thinking. “I go to the gym three or four times a week.”

“Mm, and it pays off,” Amai said, absently. His eyes flicked up and down over Zed's body.

Well. That was interesting.

“Okay, so, let me get something straight.” Zed tucked the card into his pocket, leaning over until he was in Amai's personal space. “If you're not on drugs, that means you're so overworked and stressed out that it's taking a physical toll on your body. Right?”

Amai's adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. “It's fine.”

“Is it?”

“I'm still getting established. It won't be like this forever.”

“You said you've got three songs in the top forty, that's not established?”

“No,” Amai said. “It can all disappear in an instant.”

Zed frowned. “How long until it won't? How long do you have to keep doing this to yourself?”

“I... I don't...” He pressed his lips together for a moment, thoughtful. “Ten years. If I stick it out that long, I'll have loyal enough fans that they'll forgive anything I do except sexual harassment or murder.”

Zed laughed, and Amai jerked as if startled. “Looking like you do, I think they'd forgive one murder.”

“Maybe,” Amai said, with a wry smile.

“You sure you can make it that long?”

“Yes,” Amai said, casually. Like that one didn't even need to think about. “This is all I want to do. It's all I've ever wanted.”

“Well, uh, just don't start relying on any substances to keep you going, okay?” Zed said, and awkwardly patted Amai on the shoulder. “Trust me on this.”

“I... I won't.”

As if a spell were broken, they both seemed to suddenly become aware of the situation. Of two grown men who barely knew each other, arguing a moment earlier, standing close enough to touch...

Zed cleared his throat and took a step back. “I'm gonna get back to work.”

“Right. Yes.”

“See you tomorrow?”

“Mm.”

With a nod, Zed left him alone.

***

The next month passed slowly for Bado. Working most mornings, sleepwalking through school, screaming at his computer every time he saw the ticket prices rise again.

He felt like that poor asshole eternally rolling the rock up the hill or whatever. Every time he saved up enough money, he had to keep saving up more money. It would never end, and the deadline was getting closer and closer. If he didn't get those tickets when he'd already hinted at it...

If he let Zenko down...

She'd probably forgive him. Which was even worse.

It was another Monday morning, and Bado had been awake for all of half an hour. He made coffee on autopilot, used to it by now, even the upstairs people with their weirdo orders. He was stifling another yawn when a familiar head of blue hair walked in.

Bado turned to call to Zed, before he remembered, and started punching in the order. “Yo,” he said. “Usual?”

“Is Zed here?” Amai asked. He was wearing a jacket, though he'd come in from the lobby and hadn't been outside, and holding it closed with one hand. Was he in a hurry or something? His order wasn't quick.

“No,” Bado said, turning the card reader around.

“No?” Amai repeated. His hand clutched his jacket a little tighter. “It's Monday.”

“Yeah.”

“He's always here on Mondays!”

“Not today,” Bado said. Only because he knew Amai was Zed's friend, he explained, “His kid had a weekend thing, so Zed took an extra day off.”

“But... but...” Tucked beneath his coat, Bado thought he saw a corner of shiny paper.

Wait a minute. Was it Zed's birthday? If he was taking his birthday off, wouldn't he just say so? If he wanted to in the first place. Bado was pretty sure once the fun birthdays were over with, most adults stopped caring so much.

What was today, anyway? March 14th, right? Was it-

It was White Day. One month after Valentine's Day.

“Oh,” Bado said out loud, and Amai's eyes narrowed at him. Was he wearing eyeshadow? “Uh... You can always leave it here for him.”

“No.”

“Just bring it tomorrow then.”

“It's not the same,” Amai muttered. “It would look like-” He stopped, and glared at Bado.

It would look like it meant a lot to Amai, but since it obviously did, was that such a bad thing? Even Bado could tell Zed liked him back.

“He's really not going to be here today?” Amai asked, almost pleadingly, like Bado could do someth-

Wait a second.

Wait a goddamn second.

Bado glanced around, making sure the manager filling in was still setting up in the back (Zed did it so often that nobody else was as fast as him), then leaned forward. Amai copied him, until they met in the middle of the counter and could whisper comfortably.

“Zed usually comes in Monday evenings, to order the week's supplies.”

Amai's eyes lit up. “When?”

“I don't know, but it's only for twenty minutes.”

Amai gritted his teeth and leaned back again. “I'm not going to sit around here all evening waiting. People would see me.”

“No, but I can.” Bado grinned. “If you make it worth my while.”

Amai gave him a sneer of utter disgust. If Bado wasn't used to getting those from girls, he'd be a little bit insulted. “How much?” Amai asked.

He didn't like it but he was still willing to pay. Oof. Dude had it bad. Bado was almost tempted to tell him he didn't have to try so hard.

Almost.

Bado shook his head. “I want tickets to your show on March 26th.”

“That show's sold out,” Amai said, without even pausing to think. He had that shit memorized?

“I fuckin' know it's sold out,” Bado said. “Why do you think I'm still working here before school?”

“Before- How old are you?”

“Not important,” Bado said. “My sister is turning ten on the 26th, you just happen to be her favorite singer and having a concert that day, this kind of perfect shit is never going to happen again.”

“It's sold out. There's no tickets!”

“I know they save some for the talent!”

Amai's eyes darted around. “I don't... I haven't...”

“And if they don't, you buy 'em from the damn scalpers. That's what I'm trying to save up for now, but I don't think I'm gonna make it.”

Amai bared his teeth and practically spat, “Scalpers!” as if they were the scum of the earth. Hell, Bado kind of felt the same right now

“I don't wanna, but I don't have a choice unless you help me. Unless we help each other.”

Bado watched Amai grind his teeth for a few seconds. If he didn't make up his mind soon, the manager was going to come back and wonder why Bado was taking so long to take an order.

Or maybe not, if he knew Amai.

“What is your proposal?”

Fancy-talking asshole. “Gimme your number-”

“No.”

“-and after school I'll sit here and do my homework for a couple hours. When Zed comes in, I text you right away, you 'just happen,'” Bado did finger quotes, “to pop in because you 'almost forgot,'” quotes again, “to give him his present. What a wacky coincidence,” he spread his hands and twiddled his fingers.

“Stop doing things with your hands.”

“Get me those tickets and you'll never have to talk to me again.”

Amai's lips were closed but Bado could see his jaw working, like he was still grinding his teeth. Didn't rich people spend a lot to get their teeth whitened? He wouldn't want to damage those.

“I'm not giving you a thing until I've seen Zed face-to-face. Today.”

“Fine,” Bado said.

“And give me the money you saved.”

“What?” Bado exclaimed. “That's mine!”

“You're buying the tickets with me as an intermediary, otherwise this is just blackmail.”

“It's a quiddy-quo!”

“Quid-pro-quo.”

“I'm doing you a favor helping you stalk my boss, and you're-”

“I am not a stalker!”

Bado heard the last footstep before the manager reached the front of the shop, and quickly started punching random numbers in the register. He didn't look up, but from the corner of his eye he saw Amai's face snap into polite neutrality.

“Good morning,” the manager greeted Amai.

“Morning,” Amai replied.

It took a couple tries to undo what Bado had done and enter the order properly, but he finally got it situated. While he was focused on that, he noticed Amai take a pen out of his pocket and write something on a napkin. When Bado indicated the card reader, Amai handed him cash instead. And the napkin. With a phone number written on it.

Bado pocketed the napkin, made the terrible terrible drink, and as he handed it to Amai he whispered, “We got a deal?”

“Text me when he arrives, I'll text you my PayApp.”

“Fuck you,” Bado said. “Deal.”

The manager looked confused, but as soon as Amai left they got another upstairs person who wanted three caramel lattes for some reason, and they both forgot about it.

In fact Bado almost forgot about it entirely, focused on school and keeping his friends liking him when he still refused to get them free coffee. When they invited him to hang out for a little while, he came close to saying yes. His mouth was open. He'd made a “yu” sound. But at the very last second he remembered, and shook his head.

“I gotta do a thing. Extra work, for my sister's present.”

The gang at work were surprised to see Bado, but he said he'd decided to try studying at a cafe, like trendy people. Nobody seemed to buy it until he actually got his books out and got down to it.

It was kind of nice. Just the right amount of distractions. And since Bado wasn't a real customer nobody had to worry about keeping their polite faces on when he was the only one left in the shop. Mizuki kept bringing him iced tea, and turned out to be surprisingly good at math.

“You have to know these things for shotput,” she said, sounding so wise that Bado nodded even though he didn't understand.

It was around five in the evening when Zed arrived. He was stifling a yawn when he walked through the door, which would have been a good cover if Bado hadn't knocked half his shit over when he dove for his phone.

“Hey,” Zed said, watching him with a worried wrinkle between his eyebrows. “Doin' all right there?”

“Yep!” Bado said, glad he'd thought to enter Amai's number earlier, and doubly glad he was an expert in texting without looking. Thank god for years of doing it in class.

-hes here- he sent.

“How are you?” Bado asked. “Have fun with your son at the thing?”

-im stalling him-

“The field trip? Yeah,” Zed said. “I've never been a chaperone before, so I'm really glad I got to do it.”

“Did you go somewhere cool, or was it boring for an adult?”

“Nah, it was pretty cool. One of those museums where they let you touch all the stuff.”

“That's awesome,” Bado said. “I remember from when I was a kid. Was it the science one or the creativity one?”

“The science one,” Zed said. “Isamu even got to go on stage to demonstrate inertia.”

“Cool! How?”

“I didn't get it but there was a bike tire involved.”

Bado nodded, too fast, making himself a little dizzy. Zed took another step toward the back of the cafe. “Oh, hey, so uh-”

“Sorry,” Zed said, raising a hand. “I want to talk but I've got to get the ordering done quick. I'm exhausted.”

“From, uh, from the museum?”

“From chasing sixty ten-year-olds around the museum.”

“Oh... right... Fair.”

Shit, he was walking away. Bado couldn't stall him anymore without looking like an asshole. If Amai was anywhere other than upstairs it could take him time just to get here. If he didn't make it...

Hell, if Zed started to leave before Amai made it, Bado would just tell him the truth.

Bado downed the rest of his tea and started packing up his books, barely remembering to check his phone. No replies. By the time he was done there was still no sign of Amai, and Zed was tucked away in the cafe's pantry, out of reach.

Nothing to do but wait.

Five minutes passed. Ten. Mizuki was giving Bado confused glances and Bado had no answers.

Zed emerged, yawning again, with the evening manager behind him. They were looking at a tablet and talking about cup sleeves, debating on how long they could keep using the ones with hearts before it got weird. Zed appeared to be on the side of “forever.”

“It's still White Day!” Mizuki said as they passed her by. “So, for at least the rest of today.”

“See?” Zed said, gesturing at her.

“We're not going to use eighty cup sleeves by the end of today.”

“Which is exactly why we shouldn't stop tomorrow.”

They all looked at the door reflexively when it opened. Bado quickly pulled his eyes back down, but he couldn't resist another glance up. At Zed.

His face had lit up, all traces of fatigue gone.

“Hey!” Zed said. “I didn't know you were a night coffee person.”

Amai was smiling, the first one Bado had ever seen him give. His hair was a little messed up, but on him it looked like it was on purpose. Only the blotchy flush on his neck gave away that he'd been running.

“Only sometimes,” he said.

“One sec, I'll make your-”

“Don't bother,” Amai said. “I was going to leave this for you, but since you're here...” He pulled the package from his coat, still in a brown paper bag.

Zed took a step forward, meeting Amai out on the floor, while the other manager occupied himself with the tablet. “You got me something? Why?”

Amai's smile faltered. “I... it's... in return. White Day.”

“But I didn't-” Zed blinked. “You got me a return gift for that? It wasn't like I put any effort in.”

“I didn't either,” Amai said. He sounded honest, but Bado would bet all his ticket money that it was a lie. “I just happened to see this and remembered I owed you. That's all.”

Zed started digging into his present. “I wouldn't say you owed- Whoa.”

It looked expensive even from where Bado was sitting. An immaculate pile of gold-foil-wrapped balls, on top of a heart-shaped base made of chocolate, and the whole thing tied up in gold-ribboned plastic.

“Is this all for me?” Zed exclaimed.

“I suppose you could share it, if you-”

“Oh hell no, I'm not sharing with anyone.” Zed grinned at Amai. “Thank you. You didn't have to do this.”

“It was nothing, really.”

“Well I appreciate it. Thanks.” He smiled, warm and genuine, and chuffed Amai on the shoulder with his knuckles. “Thank you, Amai.”

He was blushing so hard that Bado felt embarrassed for him.

“You're welcome.”

“See you tomorrow, huh? Probably with a sugar buzz.”

“Mm.”

Amai turned and walked out, looking dazed, and Zed went right back to arguing with the other manager as if he hadn't just flirted outrageously with an international celebrity in front of all of them. The man was unreal.

Bado's phone buzzed, and finally there was a reply from Amai. A link. Which turned out to be a request for money from that PayApp thing, because Bado had almost forgotten for a second what a dick Amai was. But at least it was only asking for general admission price. Bado had saved up more than that, he could still afford to get Zenko a concert t-shirt or some-

As soon as the transaction went through, Bado jumped to his feet and cried out. The three adults behind the counter all turned to look at him in concern, but Bado grabbed his bag and started backing up toward the door without explaining.

“Gotta go. Uh. I don't need to work before school anymore. Later!”

He took off running as soon as he hit the sidewalk. Screw surprises, if Zenko didn't know about this before her birthday she might be so shocked she passed out.

In his hand, the screen with the tickets still sat on his phone. VIP access, backstage passes, autograph session, the works. He didn't notice the next message Amai sent him until he was already home and Zenko had been screaming for several minutes.

-Don't read too far into this. These are the kinds of tickets they reserve for the talent.-

And, a few seconds later,

-Thank you.-

***

Meetings were Monday afternoon. Every Monday afternoon for Zed, though they didn't need to be. Routine helped. Familiar faces helped. And after Isamu went back to his mom's for the school week, there was always a mood crash that Zed knew he needed more than his own willpower to get through. If it wasn't for meetings it would have to be something else, and Monday was kind of a slow day when it came to finding a hookup.

Last week he'd had to skip it, because of Isamu's field trip, and he'd been planning on going Tuesday instead. But then Amai showed up with that package of expensive chocolate, and Zed forgot to feel bad for days.

It wasn't the chocolate – or at least not just the chocolate, which was fantastic – somehow Zed had started to look forward to Amai's visits. To brighten when he saw him, and miss him when he was gone. It was a lot of pressure to put on a customer, but Zed wasn't stupid. He saw the way Amai looked at him.

The question was whether he should do anything about it.

The next meeting passed as usual, which wasn't a bad thing. Familiarity. Routine. He could admit it wasn't a bad week, for once. And afterward, when half the group stepped outside to smoke, Zed joined them.

There was nothing but sugar water in his vape pen, but having something to do with his hands and his mouth was always a help. He'd only given up tobacco because he knew he couldn't stop himself from chain-smoking, and “not killing himself” had been one of his goals getting clean.

Zed made himself comfortable leaning against the wall near one of the guys he'd chatted with before. He called himself Bushi, which might not be his real name, but Zed was hardly one to judge.

“Hey,” he said, and Bushi looked at him without turning his head. He was a vaper too, but he stuck to plain tobacco. “Can I talk to you about something?”

“I guess,” Bushi said. “Not with the group?”

“It's not related. Exactly.”

“Why me then?”

“Your girlfriend's one of those internet people, right?”

Bushi took a drag off his vape pen and let out a heavy sigh. “She's a 'beauty and lifestyle vlogger.'”

“Oh... kay.”

“I know.”

“Well uh... There's this guy I've known for a few years now. He's in a similar business.” Bushi waited for him to continue, but Zed had to figure out what, exactly, he wanted to ask. “He's younger, and incredibly handsome, but he's into me. And I uh. Well.”

Bushi said nothing, but raised his eyebrows.

“Just wondering if it's worth it, I guess.”

The corner of Bushi's mouth turned up. “Oh yes. Absolutely.”

Already a little of the weight on Zed's shoulders eased. “Do you ever feel like you're dragging her down? It's not that I think I'm not good enough, just that I know he could do better.”

“I used to,” Bushi said. “Before we got together. But that kind of bullshit goes away once you see they need you just as much as you need them.”

Zed sucked on his vape. It was one thing to hear it, it was another to believe it. “I doubt that.”

“Trust me. It doesn't matter what this guy does, all people are just people. You really like this guy? You want him to be happy? The best thing you can do for him is give him what he wants.”

“Huh,” Zed said. He snapped the cap back on his vape and pushed off from the wall. “Food for thought. Thanks, Bushi.”

“Yeah yeah. Don't tell me if this guy's another makeup guru because I don't want to have to pretend to fight you.”

“I won't.”

Zed thought about it overnight. He thought about it as he opened the shop. He thought about it as he looked over the rest of the month's schedule to make sure Bado wasn't still on for weekday mornings.

And then Amai came in for his morning coffee and Zed stopped thinking.

“You busy today?” he asked.

“Always,” Amai said, his voice dry.

“Taking breaks?”

“More or less.”

“It's still cold today, so bring layers.”

Zed saw Amai roll his eyes as he turned to hand him his finished drink. He didn't seem to notice when Zed grabbed a pen.

“I'm aware of the weather, believe me. Humidity is my arch-nemesis.”

Zed smiled and passed the cup to him. “I'll hang up some rain dolls for you.”

“Honestly? I'll take any help I can get.”

Amai took a sip of his drink, eyes closing in pleasure. God, if Zed could make him look like that any other way...

“Thank you,” he said.

“Happy to do it. Really.”

Amai walked out, back into the lobby and toward the elevators. If he didn't notice until he got up to his apartment Zed wouldn't know how he reacted until he got a call... or didn't.

And then he paused, not quite out of sight if you leaned across the counter (which Zed had) but far enough that his face was hidden by the wall. Zed could see his arm holding the cup raised as if he'd been about to drink but hadn't quite made it. He must have seen it. Zed's phone number written across the recyclable travel lid.

Amai took a step back, and his eyes were wide as they met Zed's through the window.

Zed smiled.

Amai turned bright red and he gave Zed a nod, then he walked two steps out of sight and Zed could hear his shoes slap on the tiles in the lobby as he ran the last few feet.

Out of curiosity, Zed checked the clock on the digital cash register. Sure enough, less than a minute later he phone buzzed in his pocket. One text, two letters.

-Hi-

He didn't have to think twice before he replied,

-I get off at 11-

[spacepatrolhana]

have u made designs/do u have concepts for the main cast (besides yu) in your age swap au?

I wrote a bit of yosuke before i deleted it, but hes the manager of junes now

yukiko owns amagi inn

i was thinking of making chie another cop there, (since she is a little while after) but im not sure

naoto is a traveling detective, probably will go to inaba later on to help solve the case (since they did not have a shadow to face, they will still present as a man)

kanji will be a part of his family's yarn shop, since he couldnt face his shadow he's a bit more aggressive. But im thinking of making him soften up later and he becomes another resource for stuff like sp charms for the tv world for them

rise is still an idol, but goes to inaba for a short while (im thinking of her also being thrown into the tv but not facing her shadow)

teddie, i have no idea, he gets replaced by the fox (WHICH I KEEP FORGETTING ABT) so i would guess he helps out at the shrine occasionally