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kleem-o · 10 months

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Choose me her: Gojo x reader

part 2

a/n: since y'all really like the first one i'll give it to u guys since i love y'all. warning! theres smut here. here's part 1

"I-I can't, I fucking lover her"

Gojo hunches over as he vomits on a nearby bush in the park. "You're pathetic" Nanami sighs frustrated, as he pinches the bridge of his nose. "Come on man, you can't keep being like this." Geto says as he pats Gojo's back. It has been weeks since you and Gojo fought, and Gojo did not hear a single word from you. You blocked him on all social media accounts, even Facebook. So what did he do? He drank and drank. He would often call up the boys to go get a drink at a pub, and the few first times Nanami and Geto were okay with it, they were comforting their friend after all, but after the 10nth time, it became ridiculous. "I-ugh I gotta call her." Gojo was a mess. He was loudly crying like a little kid, longing for you. He took out his phone, and upon turning it on it was already at your contact. "Man-tsk! come on stop it!" Geto took the phone away from Gojo, hoping to stop whatever mess he'll make that would make matters worse. He took a glance at Gojo's phone and the sight was..

Wed, June 14 at 9:13 PM Hi baby I'm very very sorry. Please believe me I really didn't mean what I said Y/N. Can you please come home? Can we please talk? I'm sorry baby I really am. I love you.

Wed, June 14 at 10:02 PM Y/N?

Wed, June 14 at 10:25 PM Y/N baby its getting real late now. Where are you? I'll come pick you up. Please answer baby its not safe out. I love you.

Wed, June 14 10:46 PM Y/N please pick up the phone, where are you?? Are you okay?? Please answer babe

Wed, June 15 1:09 AM Hii baby I heard from Shoko you were at your parents' house. Lets talk soon okay? Goodnight. Sweetdreams. I love you.

Before Geto could read more of the endless messages of 'I love yous' and 'I'm sorry' and 'Come home', Gojo snatched his phone back and immediately called you. Of course only for it to be added to the countless missed calls he made. This made the man cry harder as his two friends helplessly watched. "Why don't you just go to her house then?" Nanami pointedly asked. "Obviously I already thought of that! I did and when I went there she wasn't there anymore, so I went to her apartment, but I think she told the landlady not to let me in the building.." Gojo kept his head down, too ashamed at everything that happened. All of this was his fault after all. If he listened to you none of this would have happened. "Okay, look. Drinking to kill your liver isn't helping anyone, you don't even like alcohol! Go talk to her. Stay in front of her building or something! We'll try our best to help you-" "We??" "-yes, WE will help you" Geto looked at Nanami with a furrowed brow, there was no way he was letting Nanami escape. "But for now, lets just go home. You're too wasted to talk to anyone anyway." Nanami says. The two drove Gojo home.

Gojo's apartment was silent, too silent. He misses the way you would greet him when he got home, the way you would kiss him. He misses hugging you from behind as you cook, and he misses how you would bite his arm as he does the dishes. He misses all the silly things, all the things that reminded him of you. As he got to his bed he knew that a killer headache would welcome him in the morning, and you weren't there to cuddle it all away. He thinks of you as he lies down on the cold big, was the bed always this big, bed. He hugs the pillow that you always used, and closed his eyes wishing it was you.

Gojo woke up to the smell of bacons. He blinked then quickly ran to the kitchen "Y/N?!" He was shocked to see not you, but his best friend? What was she doing here? "Oh! You're awake, here I made us breakfast." She says as she sets the bacon down on the table. "Umm.. What are you doing here?" Gojo remained standing away from her as she says "Well I heard that you got crazy wasted last night, so I came here! Not even a thank you??" She giggles but Gojo remained serious as he rubs the back of his neck "Look, Y/N and I got in a fight and- I think we should establish some boundaries." The girl looked at him shocked, like she was offended "Satoru I am your best friend. Who cares what that bitch thinks?? You guys are bound to break up anyway, besides" She went closer to Gojo and hugged his arm "you got me anyway" Gojo's blood ran cold. He was beyond disgusted not just by what she was saying, but by the fact that he never knew how she felt and that you were right. Gojo immediately threw her arm off in anger. He couldn't believe this. He felt betrayed. And oh how he wishes he could turn back time, he really fucked up this time. "What the fuck?? First of all fuck you for calling my girlfriend a bitch. Who the fuck do you think you are?? You think you're special?? Well you're not. Don't even think to compare yourself with Y/N. I don't fucking like you and I don't want to ever see you again" The girl ran out of his apartment crying in embarrassment. Gojo had to talk to you.

He drove fast to your apartment. And as if luck was on his side today, he saw you just about to enter the building. He quickly ran to you, catching your wrist gently. "Wait! Y/N." You looked at him as he tried to catch his breath. "Please, can we talk?"

You led him to your apartment, and as soon as the door closed, he hugged you tightly from behind "Please Y/N- I'm so sorry for everything that happened. It was entirely my fault and you were right, I was being an asshole for not listening to you. I'm sorry I made you feel that way, there's no excuse for what I did. But I promise I'll change, I- I'll never make the same mistakes again! I know this might be a lot but I hope you can give me another chance-" You burst out giggling "Satoru! Wait I- haha! stop! I'm ticklish!!" Gojo was so confused as to why you were laughing but then he realized he was subconsciously rubbing your sides, something that was so natural to the both of you "Oh! I'm sorry baby."

You and Gojo had a long serious talk that day, about how you felt, how sorry he was, and how he'll change for the better. It was a day full of crying, and to your surprise Gojo was crying even more than you, that you had to wipe his tears while he rests his head on your chest like a little puppy. Gojo made it a point for you to tell him everything, all the frustrations you had, and things you wished were better. You both established that communication is key.

"Are we okay now baby?"

"Hmmm.. I don't know... I think you're missing something though.."

"Okay just tell me babe, hm?"

"I didn't get any kisses"

The moment you said that Gojo's heart felt very warm, he felt home. He immediately tackled you on the couch with kisses on your cheek, neck, and lips. Your apartment was now filled with giggles, chuckles, and relief. You both had pizza delivered to your apartment, and after eating dinner you both are cuddled in your bed, him spooning you, arms wrapped around your waist, while you and him watch random tiktok videos on your phone. It was comforting. A few giggles here and there. Your back was against his chest and you shifted a bit to get more comfortable, unbeknownst to you, you rubbed your ass snug against his length.

Gojo noticed this, and now he was super aware of his surroundings. You smelled so good, just freshly out of the shower, you were so soft his hands began rubbing at your sides, up and down getting dangerously low to your ass, and high to your breast. He was getting hard, and subconsciously humping our ass. "I can feel you, you know" Gojo was taken aback, maybe this was too soon after your fight. "Oh sorry I-" He was cut off by your lips on his. He licked your bottom lip, asking for access in which you opened your mouth and deepened the kiss. His tongue caressed yours, as spit began dripping on both of your chins. The make out was getting too heated, and although he was a bit embarrassed by being hard rock just by a kiss, he got on top of you as he started to dry hump you. You felt him smirk in the kiss as he felt your pussy getting wet. He pulled away from the kiss, a line of saliva connecting the both of you "My pretty baby getting so wet for me, so good for me" He removed your top and circled your nipple with his tongue before sucking it gently, rolling it in between his lips. You were mewling and Gojo felt your hips grinding, your pussy hungry for relief. He removed your shorts as he sucked on your nipple, and traced your slit with his fingers, teasing you "Fuck you're so wet baby, such a good slut for me, yeah?" You were now moaning, wanting more of his touch "Ye-Yes please baby I want-I need it please. I missed you."

"I missed you too" Gojo rubbed fast circles on your clit, making your back arch and mouth turn into an "o", Gojo swore you looked like a goddess. He went down on you getting a good look at your pussy, how wet- how delicious it was. He licked up and down your slit, making you squirm so much that he had to hold your legs around his head. He licked your throbbing clit before taking it in and sucking and gently nibbling on it, making you scream in pleasure "Ah-! B-baby, right there-fuck! Feels so good baby!" Gojo kept licking and sucking your clit as his finger entered you. You let out a gasp as you moan when he rubbed your sweet spot, adding another finger in to give you more pleasure. "Baby-'Toru wait! I-I'm close! ah- nng! I'm cumming I'm cumming I'm cummin-!" You arched your back as you spasmed, your orgasm bringing you to heaven as you grind, fucking yourself on his tongue. Gojo felt like cumming seeing you like that, he could tell that his boxer was stained with his precum. He hurriedly removed his clothes, wanting to enter you now. His big cock hit his tummy as he removed his pants, head red and twitching dripping with precum. You spread your legs wider for him, arms reaching out as you say "Daddy please fuck me."

Gojo lost control and had only one thought, he wanted to cum in you. You both gasp as he pushed his cock in your pussy, walls hugging his cock tightly. He thrusted, hips bucking wildly as you moan out in pleasure, eyes rolling at the back of your head while your tongue lolled out your mouth. Gojo felt his cock twitching at the sight of your fucked out face, though he wasn't any better. His eyes were also rolling at the back of his head at the feeling of your wet tight hole. The bed was creaking and hitting the wall with how fast his pace was, but neither of you care. All you and Gojo could think about was each other in this moment. He kissed and sucked on your neck as you grip on his hair, legs locking on his hips. The lewd wet sound of skin slapping made you both feel very hot. "A-aah! D-daddy I'm I- ahh-! Baby p-please" "I know baby I-fuck-I know baby. Cum for me, cum for daddy, yeah?" He slipped his hands between the two of you and began to rub your clit fast. This pushed you over the edge and you came hard. Walls tightening and throbbing, Gojo was close to cumming too as he felt his balls rise. " I'm cumming baby- Fuck! I'm cumming-take it- take it all!" He raised your legs close to your chest, bending you as his cock hardened even more and twitched, letting out ropes of cum in your pussy. Gojo groaned as he came, eyes rolled to the back of his head while he let out breathy moans. He lay on top of you as he finished, both of you trying to catch your breath. He kissed you on the lips as you played with his hair. You both knew you had to clean up, you were both covered in sweat and slick, and so was the bed sheets. But you were both too tired to move, you guys had tomorrow after all right? With this comforting thought you both drift off to sleep, with Gojo's arms wrapped around your waist as he nuzzles your neck, and your hand resting on his hand while the other on his back.

You both slept peacefully, feeling content, complete.

a/n: hope y'all enjoyed i wasn't really planning on doing this but i had fun lol

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theamberfist · 9 days

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How I Met Her Mother | Part 2 | Tighnari x Reader

Romantic: Tighnari x Collei's Parent! Reader

Description: When Collei and the traveler discover Tighnari's feelings for her adoptive parent, they make it their mission to get them on a date together through a (maybe unnecessarily) elaborate plan.

(Notes: none) (gender neutral reader) (reader is Collei's adoptive parent) (Part 2 of How I Met Her Mother)

Read Part 1 here!

I didn’t plan to do multiple parts originally but @4o3ok3id you ask and you shall receive! <3

Since you'd moved back to Gandharva Ville, you'd been extremely stressed. Between your work as a doctor, helping your daughter with her own health issues, and trying your best not to inconvenience any of the forest rangers, things could be a lot. However, more recently, you'd started to notice a few of those worries easing, as if someone had been lightening the load on your shoulders.

And, of course, that someone happened to be Tighnari; your close friend from back during your Akadamiya days. You didn't think he was aware of the fact that you'd noticed, but you had. He was always offering to take in some of your extra patients since he had some medical expertise himself, even after you'd essentially become Gandharva Ville's personal doctor. He kept you as updated as possible on Collei's condition so you wouldn't be left worrying in the dark, he let her rest in his own hut on her off-but-not-life-threatening days so you wouldn't have to see it, and the amount of times he'd brought over dinner for the two of you due to having 'made too much for himself' so you wouldn't have to worry about cooking was becoming too much to count.

You were extremely touched by it and always tried your best to repay him for his kind acts, though he rarely ever accepted anything, claiming he 'was just doing his job as head forest ranger.'

You weren't the only one that had started to notice his abnormal kindness towards you and your daughter, though.

"He brought you guys dinner again?!" Paimon exclaimed a little too loudly as she, Collei, and Aether crouched behind some bushes by your house. "That's, like, the third time since we've been visiting!"

"I know," Collei replied, "Master Tighnari is very kind, and I think he can tell how stressed they are. I just wish I could do something to help them too; I hope I don't make them worry too much..." Aether could see the green haired girl starting to look sad and immediately tried to come up with a way to cheer her up. Luckily, though, Paimon seemed to have that covered.

"Collei!" She exclaimed, flying a little closer to the girl while still staying far back enough that she wouldn't accidentally touch her and make her uncomfortable, "Do you realize what this means?!" She got loud again and, momentarily, the rustling in your kitchen nearby stopped. All three of them froze but after a second it continued as you went back to preparing the dinner the forest ranger had brought; seemingly deciding not to investigate the loud noises outside.

Aether shushed the little flying girl as Collei frowned slightly. "...No?" Paimon looked exasperated.

"Do you?!" She asked, turning to the blonde traveler, who shrugged. "Ugh!' Paimon exclaimed, "Isn't it obvious? Tighnari has feelings for Collei's parent! You two are both clueless."

"He...Does?" Collei asked, looking a little confused but the longer she though about it, the more she had to admit that it did add up. Even before you'd adopted her when she was little, there had seemed to be something going on between you two that was different from your friendship with Cyno or anyone else.

"Of course he does!" Paimon replied, "You should have seen the look on his face when he told us how they'd met, Collei! Paimon can't believe she didn't realize it at the time but it all makes sense now!" Beside her, Aether couldn't help but nod in agreement; she had a point.

"...I guess that would explain why he always does so much to help," Collei admitted finally, "And why he seems so much less strict around us than the rest of Gandharva Ville. I always thought it was just because they'd graduated together, but Cyno was in their class too and Master Tighnari is even stricter towards him than anyone here!"

"Exactly!" Paimon exclaimed. This revelation put a smile on Collei's face. After all, you and Tighnari had to be two of her favorite people in the whole world. You'd taken her in when she had nothing; a scared child that was recovering from having the remains of a god essentially exorcised from her body. You were young yourself at the time, and yet you'd agreed to raise her as your own without a second thought.

And then there was Tighnari; the man that had taken her on as a student the second she'd shown an interest in plants and basic level of competence. He'd helped make her who she was today; taught her to fight, empowered her when she felt like she couldn't ever be strong again. He'd even helped stave off the symptoms of her Eleazar alongside you.

The idea of the two of you potentially entering a relationship- or better yet, getting married- made her grin widely. She already saw Tighnari like a second parent with all that he'd taught her, even if she would never be brave enough to tell him that to his face. Having you both as her official parents would be a dream come true, and if it would make you happy, she'd support it without a doubt.

"I hope Master Tighnari tells them about his feelings soon!" She exclaimed excitedly now, "I'm sure they feel the same!"

"Knowing that guy, I wouldn't count on it." Paimon replied with a sigh. But then she seemed to get an idea because she suddenly turned and eyed Aether in a way only a scheming Paimon could. He gave her a 'what are you thinking?' kind of look but she just turned back to Collei. "What if we help them out?" She suggested, making him raise an eyebrow, "There's no way someone like Tighnari would confess to your parent; and especially not if he feels like they're already stressed. But if we nudge them along, maybe we could help them finally admit their feelings!"

There was a pause as Collei seemed to process this. On the one hand, as your daughter, she wanted you to be happy and not have to worry about her so much despite her illness. On the other, she knew it might be wrong to get involved in the situation when it really wasn't her place. After all, it was possible her mentor had his reasons for not admitting his feelings to you yet.

...Unfortunately for Tighnari, though, the first reason won out in her mind and she finally nodded at Paimon. "Alright," she said with a wide, excited grin. "Let's do it. Do you have a plan?"

"You bet Paimon does!" The little pixie exclaimed, motioning for her and the traveler to follow.

Aether couldn't help but feel he'd regret being involved with this later.

..........

"And that's why all of you should take on a little extra work today!" Paimon explained, concluding her longer-than-necessary presentation. The huge group of forest rangers, whom she'd dragged out of their rooms in the dead of night to convince, all looked at her with dead expressions. Beside her, Collei seemed to get a little nervous at the silence.

"Please." She added kindly. The rangers blinked and another silence followed before one raised his hand.

"If we agree will you let us go back to sleep?"

"Yes!" Paimon chirped, making the whole group cheer, "...Quietly!" They immediately silenced their joy before retreating to their rooms to get a few more hours of sleep before the sun would rise. Luckily, Tighnari hadn't been scheduled for any night patrol this evening so if they kept silent enough, he wouldn't realize the entirety of Gandharva Ville had been brought out for a meeting without him.

"I think that went well," Collei smiled as she turned to the pixie and the traveler. Paimon nodded.

"You think they'll follow through with it?" Aether asked. He didn't seem doubtful, though; just curious.

"I do!" Collei replied, "And don't worry, I'll take on some extra work too. Between all of us forest rangers, we should be able to give Tighnari a lot less worry about!"

"Which lets us continue with the next phase of our plan..." Paimon grinned evilly despite the actual act she was doing, which was very selfless.

"Before then, though, we should get some rest." Collei told them, "I'll meet you in the morning for breakfast, where we can continue with the next part of our plan!" They both nodded at that before the group split up and went their separate ways.

What they didn't seem to realize, though, was that their conversation had been overheard by someone whose lips tugged into a grin.

..........

The next morning, Paimon, Collei, and the traveler met bright and early for breakfast. There, they went over their plan while also not-so-casually observing Tighnari from afar as he went about his morning. The other rangers hadn't taken on much of their extra work yet, considering the day had just barely gotten started, but it seemed like the lead ranger was already becoming surprised by just how little he actually needed to get done.

He'd already checked back with one of his patients to find Collei had taken care of them before he could and that one of the nearby withering zones he'd planned on clearing today was already gone.

Things were going perfectly so far, and as soon as the group finished their breakfast, they bid one another goodbye before going their separate ways. Collei needed to do her actual job as a forest ranger trainee, and so it was the traveler and Paimon's turn to put some of this plan in motion.

They headed out to the nearest withering zone, which happened to be not far from your medical tent, and made sure they would be nearby if anyone got injured.

When a few rangers inevitably did and started heading for your tent, Aether immediately got in their way.

"You can't see Y/n!" Paimon exclaimed dramatically, "They're- uh, completely full! Yep! No more patients for them today; you'd better let him teleport you to see a doctor in Liyue Harbor instead." She pointed to Aether, who quickly nodded in agreement. The rangers exchanged glances among themselves but after a moment, seemed to decide the two were trustworthy because they nodded and allowed the traveler to make use of his teleport waypoints in order to take them for medical attention.

"And here I thought Y/n could never turn away patients," one of the rangers commented, "They must be beyond swamped right now! I hope they're alright."

"We should let Master Tighnari know not to send anyone else their way when we get the chance." Another agreed.

"No!" Paimon exclaimed, surprising them both. She immediately stiffened and pulled herself together, "Paimon means...We'll tell Tighnari for you! So don't worry about it!" Again, after a moment of deliberation, the rangers nodded before disappearing with Aether. The little pixie sighed in relief. If they told Tighnari not to send anyone for your medical attention, he would either suspect something was up and go talk to you about it or get worried about you and also go talk to you about it. They couldn't have that; not until they were ready for you two to meet up later.

"Paimon just hopes Y/n won't be upset we sent their patients to Baizhu," the girl said to herself, knowing the Liyue doctor was something of a rival to you. There was no animosity there; just a bit of friendly banter, but it was enough for you not to want Gandharva Ville's people going to him over you.

When Aether returned from teleporting the injured rangers to the harbor, he held up a thumbs up for the pixie, who nodded in relief that it had worked. They'd likely have to do this many more times today, of course; forest rangers tended to get hurt very often. But at least this meant there were two more they wouldn't need to worry about, which was better than nothing.

After all, if they wanted you two to have time for one another later, they needed to make sure both you and Tighnari had free work schedules for the day.

..........

"Master Tighnari!" Collei called, knowing the fox-eared forest ranger wouldn't be busy at the moment, thanks to her and the others' plan. She found said ranger near his hut, where he appeared to be cooking yet another meal that would make way too many servings for someone living alone to eat. When the green haired girl arrived, he immediately looked up at her.

"Collei, is there something you need?" He asked, clearly feeling a little awkward about being caught doing something so unproductive by his own trainee. What he didn't know was that she'd planned it that way.

"We're out of bandages and Padisarah's." Collei informed her mentor, "And we have a patient with a wound that could really use both over at the medical tent." It wasn't totally true; she had no idea if a patient at your tent required those things. But since both the bandages and the herb were resources they went through the quickest, it was a lie Tighnari would believe and take seriously, which he did.

"I see," he replied, glancing at the food he was still cooking, "Let Y/n know I'll head out to pick some more up today, and not to worry." He knew you too well, and had this been a real situation, Collei knew you would have called him a life-saver like you always did. She smiled, nodding with relief.

"Okay!" She told him and then went to head for the medical tent, only to pause on the way, "Would you like me to come with you to help? I know we usually buy our supplies in bulk so it could be difficult getting everything back here without a sumpter beast." Tighnari paused for a moment, remembering that the last of the sumpter beasts had been taken out that morning for other tasks (something Collei and the others had had nothing to do with but appreciated anyway).

"Yes, I suppose that would be a big help..." He decided finally, "Thank you, Collei. We'll head out in a few minutes, but please go let Y/n know first." She nodded before running off.

Tighnari had specifically given himself extra time not only because you needed to be informed if your daughter left Gandharva Ville but also so he could finish the food he'd been preparing to give you and her for lunch. Once it was finished, he took it from the cooking pot and wrapped it so it would stay fresh until he could give it to you, which would likely be later in the evening than he'd planned.

Collei returned a few minutes later, having actually let you know she'd be leaving but not the real reason why. Then the two of them were on their way after Tighnari checked one more time that he had no other pressing work to get done. Of course, he didn't.

Their walk to Sumeru City was quick and uneventful, and soon enough, they were in the market shopping for bandages, Padisarah's, and another item Tighnari wasn't yet aware of.

"Master Tighnari, look!" Collei exclaimed, pointing to a formal suit that was on display at one of the clothing shops. She'd seemed so excited about it that he had to come over but was surprised now to see what exactly she'd been pointing at.

"A...Suit?"

"Isn't it beautiful?" She asked, aware of how strange she sounded, considering she'd never showed any interest in men's formal wear before. "It reminds me of this story my parent told me once." At this, the forest ranger's fox ears perked a bit.

"Oh?" He asked, silently urging her to continue.

"After their graduation from the Akademiya, they got invited to attend a party in Fontaine," Collei explained, "When they attended, their date wore a purple suit, but it clashed with the outfit they'd picked and made them look awful together." The story she was telling was real, though you hadn't been nearly as dramatic when you'd told it as she currently was. "They broke up after that, but they always say he should have worn green like this suit because it goes with all their clothes."

With that, she turned and walked off as if she'd finally found the Padisarah's they'd been looking for. Planting the seed of an idea in Tighnari's head would hopefully be enough and she needed to be out of the way so he didn't feel any judgement when acting on it.

She made sure to inspect the herbs for much longer than necessary before glancing back at her mentor, who happened to have an extra shopping bag in his arms now that hadn't been there before. The suit that had been on display was also gone now, making the green haired girl's smile widen. She bought the herbs they needed and then turned back to the head forest ranger, who looked at her expectantly.

"Ready to head back to Gandharva Ville?" He asked, "Y/n would never be upset with us for taking too long but I wouldn't put it past them to badmouth me to their patients in order to make them feel better."

"They always say having a common enemy is a big part of bedside manner," Collei giggled, "They need someone to blame for the patient's prolonged pain." Tighnari chuckled at that, shaking his head as he lead the way back towards the village.

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tehhyunie · 7 months

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(창빈,현진) changbin & hyunjin.. 7 minutes in heaven

...🐷🐰 (창빈) changbin!!

the both of you grunted as you felt your bodies being pressed against each other, the lack of space inside the closet being to blame.

changbin and you looked the other way, trying your hardest not to breathe in each other's faces. "uh well, ain't this awkward.." changbin joked, trying to ease the heavy tension in the air.

you nodded quietly as you leaned against the door, praying that someone will just open the door already.

just how did you get into this mess?

well, it all started with you being dared by your friend to stand inside the closet for seven minutes alone. you accepted the dare— thinking it was easy enough. i mean just stand in a closet, alone, for 7 minutes.

but oh boy were you wrong. you should have known it was suspicious when your friend randomly dared you to go into the janitor's closet for seven minutes with changbin nearby.

somehow your friends somehow pushed the almighty changbin and held the closet close, refusing to open it until the seven minutes were up. you tried yelling at them to open it but it was to no avail.

anyway, that was how you got yourself into this awkward position with your crush.

"um, sorry that my friends pushed you to this.. ugh i swear I'll kill them once I'm out of here.." you muttered an apology while looking down, failing to notice the smile creeping on his lips.

a cute snort escaped his lips making you raise your eyebrow at it.

"it's fine, plus it's not that bad being stuck with you."

you immediately looked up at him in shock, your ears already red. "i— uh. what do you mean by that?" you started fidgeting with your hands, trying to calm your flushing self down.

but it all went to waste as soon as changbin opened his mouth. "well, since i probably won't have another chance like this I'll just be honest. i really like you, yn. let me take you out sometime."

changbin's usual loud boisterous voice was surprisingly quiet, his tone gentle and loving. you could feel his true emotions.

you stared at him as if asking are you joking? to which he replied by only staring at you with his doting eyes. your eyes also bored back into his own as you try to conjure up a response.

you went into overdrive as the warm closet somehow turned into a sauna from how hard you were blushing. "i—uh i— um.. sure! would saturday work?" changbin nodded.

before any more conversation could start, the door suddenly opened— making you almost fall down head first but changbin's hand quickly sneaked its way onto your waist preventing you from falling down.

"see you at eight then, cutie" he helped you back on your feet and left you behind to process what the fuck just happened.

...🥟 (현진) hyunjin!!

your eyes darted everywhere except into his own, his eyes also following suit. you tried to push yourself as far back into the shelves behind you trying to make as much space between the two of you.

"you don't have to push yourself into the shelf, yknow?" your pupil blew wide as you apologized, retreating towards your original spot.

the both of you could feel each other hot breath's against each other, his breath fanning the crown of your head while yours on his chest.

just how did you get into this mess?

you, your friends, and a bunch of your classmates decided to play a silly game of seven minutes in heaven with each other. you could bet everyone was nervous about who they were gonna get stuck with.

one thing for sure was everyone wished that they could get stuck with hwang hyunjin, the class muse— and by some godly luck, you managed to get stuck with him.

you could tell a lot of people were jealous of you but they let it go, i mean it's just a friendly game between classmates.

god knows how nervous you are to be stuck in a room with him. i mean, people would fight for your spot right now.

"hey, you don't have to be so nervous... talk with me." hyunjin's smooth voice managed to ease you down a bit— your tense shoulder drooping a bit.

"yeah no sorry, it's just um.. awkward being stuck here with you!" you managed to squeak out a response, your voice higher than you intended. hyunjin laughed at this, easing the tense air.

without even realizing it, seven minutes passed by in a flash— the both of you doing nothing but chatting and getting to know each other inside that closet.

questions were bombarded your way to which you only replied with a we only chatted.

after the game ended and everyone headed their own ways, hyunjin called you over— earning looks from your friends.

you rolled your eyes at them and made your way towards hyunjin, a shy smile on your face. "um so.. i really enjoyed our time there." you also agreed, "yeah, i really got to know you a lot, hyunjin!"

"yeah so a new cafe just opened up nearby and i was wondering if you were free this saturday?"

dear god you feel like you could faint at this very moment. your ears immediately went red as you tried to remember your own schedule. "yep, I'm very much free! does three pm work?"

hyunjin's dimple made you go into overdrive as he winked at you.

"see you at three then, cutie."

should i make the rest of the members?

#tehhyunie writes!!#skz x reader #skz x gn reader #skz x male reader #kpop x reader #x male reader #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin x gn reader #hyunjin x male reader #changbin x reader #changbin x gn reader #changbin x male reader #yay new fic

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aquaquadrant · 3 months

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Deciding to live write (react) (?) this as I'm reading this new chapter (two parts WOW, double the angst) (so part one out of two, hope that's cool). If something happens my therapist WILL be hearing about you.

The title already I'm sobbing /pos

I HATE THE WATCHERS SO MUCH OMMMGGGGG, leave them aLONE

It's very Jimmy to not like crying, I love to see it. I love when fanfic writers don't like him crying, ty.

Tango :( The RANCH, it was THEIRS, my HEART These Watchers ugghhHHHH Jimmy immediately defending Tango, please nothing else happen to them, PLEASE

Every time the watchers speak, my want to punch them grows The explanation paragraph, ugh something about it, how Jimmy doesn't immediately try to blame Tango, or just understands it well. Just bjhebwg

Bdubs being so worried for Tango, please, JUST LET THEM BE HAPPY

JIMMY DEFENDING TANGO NUMBER TWO, hate me them

Watchers ugghhe

HERMITCRAFTING BEING HIS HOME UGH IM JUST POINTING OUT EVERY LITTLE DETAIL BECAUSE THEY'RE ALL SO

DELIGHTFUL, I LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE SO MUCH

Okay, therapy time <3 (yes I did actually read this before my therapy appointment, this was /srs and not /j)

Therapy break over, BACK TO ANGST

Awww, Jimmy not believing Tango is evil. Love to see it.

UH OH, NOT THE TIMMY ALLUSION

Nvm not alright, Watchers need to Watch their mouths

"Pity is a suitor that won’t take a hint, no matter how many times Jimmy turns it away." Is SO good???? Excuse me??? Pity x Jimmy real ship of the htp au?? /j

Maybe I hate the watchers more than I hate Atlas, hm.

I like that they all still keep an air of lighthearted-ness about, even with Tango in such critical condition, they still are friends :)

Jimmy being okay with a scar to the face if it means Tango doesn't have to unnecessarily respawn :( /pos

This description of Tango has me thinking about that kinda old drawing that lunarcrown did of Tango back when he was chained up. Like, it's literally the first post that shows up when clicking on the chronological timeline, yeah that one, it reminds me of that one.

UGGGHHHH THE HAND ON THE CHIN GETTING A RESPONSE, NO, BAD AQUA, BAD. SOMETHINGS ARE BETTER LEFT OFF IN THE ASKS RESPONSES

WATCHERS ARE NOT HELPING (x2)

Still love Jimmy calling for SOS, like yes, smart move. I wish we could've seen what it was like for the other DL to see chat and immediately go "oh shit ???" and then see the SOS and go "OH SHIT ???"

I love Impulse <3

Ooooo, getting some more cases of this fantasy (racism? Bigotry? Bad stuff) worldbuilding

"I don’t believe that just being from there would automatically make someone evil." Nature vs nurture <3 Maybe all Bravo needed was two minutes with Impulse god DAMN

Sleepy time <3

Okay, don't like the Watchers, but the "Round two!" was funny, I'll give em that

"(You cannot sleep, there are monsters nearby.)" I- I- STOP I CAN'T LAUGH BUT OMFG

Rancher :((((((

HIS RANCHER

Let me at these Watchers, LET ME AT EM

Ugh, disassociation. As someone who's dealt with this during panic attacks, it totally tracks and breaks my heart :(

These Watchers gotTA BACK OFF, LEAVE TANGO ALONE GOD DAMN

No way Tango is tryna pull the "I'm fine" card rn, AFTER ALL THAT LMAO

Jimmy is very pretty TO ME

The collar dampening Tango's fire, metaphorically and literally, is just ugh. What's more is Jimmy likes Tango's fire, he likes the warmth Tango produces physically, and he likes the sparks of creativity and burning passion of Tango's metaphorically. And they took it away! Both ways to Sunday!!!

Na because crying on someone is such an intimate gesture. To let your heart pour out of you, no one does that to just anyone. What makes this even more important is how Jimmy cried on Tango's shoulder last chapter, and now Tango's crying on Jimmy's shoulder this chapter. They are each other's soulmate, they are their each other's ranchers. They are so important to one another and soo ughguew

Not gonna cuss this Watcher out, I'll let this sweet dreams comment slide for now.

Oooo, a peak into how they reacted to everyone joining. AND we get a look at Atlas' full username <3 Love it.

Wait Tyrannicide and Phantonym joined too?? Huh, thought as scientists they would've stayed behind. Cool to know!

I can see now why you needed all those usernames lol.

JOEL THIS IS NOT THE TIME TO LAUGH DAMNIT

Hmmm, love Scar immediately jumping into action. Oop and ofc the two scientists head out first lmao

ATLAS, WHEN I CATCH YOU ATLAS, NOT BIGB NOOOO

ATLAS, WHEN I CATCH YOU ATLAS, NOT PEARL NOOOOO

Actually really funny that ATLAS got the most kills from the Hels cast. Like, damn, pop off???? Man did more work than the ppl hired to actually do the dirty work lmao.

Wonder how difficult it was to keep up with all the names, who died then got back in, who killed who, etc.

Oop, Jimmy also noting Atlas is smarter than the average bear.

This whole paragraph talking about Bravo, yes Jimmy, drag that man. Loving how he immediately is like "dude is just like a hels player" and scoffing at the nerve of Bravo to claim to be his actual soulmate. Yes.

Head in hands, Watchers about to catch these hands.

Tango immediately wanting to get this all over with hurts. Damn, wonder if he just wants to get it over with cause he thinks they all want him gone.

"I mean, everyone knows I’m a vicious monster but I don’t have to look it, right?" UGH, Aqua you're lucky I already did my therapy time BEFORE this part, UGGGHHHHHH. I need to go back rq just to tell her this god DAMN

Welp, on to act two! Thank you so much for the wonderful reading material :)

TLDR: I hate the Watchers with a burning passion.

-🍌

what’s this?? a DETAILED LIVE BLOG of my writing for ME to read??? don’t mind if i do…

ok first off, thank you SO MUCH for taking the time to write down ur thoughts and share them with me. it’s truly one of the greatest joys of being an author, and the closest i can get to experiencing my writing as if i wasn’t the one who wrote it. NOW let’s get into it…

the overarching watcher hate is so justified and hilarious, they really just exist to be the most obnoxious and toxic livestream chat ever. at least, the ones who hang around jimmy are LMAO

AHA i’m glad u liked the part abt jimmy not liking to cry, i’ve been told he’s got a bit of a prideful streak in other series that didn’t come thru as much in his double life run, so that was a little nod to it.

the ranch could not escape its destiny of being tragically burned down 🫡

(omg the therapy appointment interlude. i remember when i’ve had to pause while reading a fic to address real life business and now someone’s doing that for MY writing…. :’))) i hope the appt went well!)

this chapter was a lovely opportunity to really show jimmy stepping up for tango, with both verbal and physical reassurance. he may not know everything abt the hels situation but he knows he loves tango <3

AND YEAH YEAH THAT FIRST ART MEL DID. definitely throwing back to that w tango’s disassociated state and the collar. nice catch ;0

the chin-hand response was another throw back to old mel art, isn’t that fuuuun? ;000

IMPULSE WAS THE MVP OF THIS CHAPTER 💪😤👏

ok the watchers do get their funny moments in here and there HAH

phantonym and tyrannicide did come along! they might be scientists, but they’re as nasty as any hels player (dr l8r_h8r did, in fact, stay home to monitor the portal. he’s kinda over the whole ‘violence’ nonsense.) tango actually targeted them first bc of their lab coats.

and YUP i got a lotta good username ideas from those suggestions. and it WAS very difficult to keep track of them all thru the chat backlog. i don’t know how long i spent going thru each player’s sequence of events, one by one, JUST to make sure i hadn’t forgotten to have someone die for the last time, or show up again without a new join message.

and unfortunately for jimmy he made the classic error of “typo in the group chat.” joel did what he had to 🫡 (buuuut once he saw how serious the situation was, he decided not to push it anymore)

atlas is a clever bastard and i love that yall love to hate him 🙏 he saw a virtual ocean of wolves storming down the hill and was like “ok clearly i’m not dealing with that, so let’s see where my efforts can be better spent.” the hired grunts don’t possess that kind of critical thought 🎻

i’m SO glad you enjoyed it!! thank you again for this lovely feedback <3

#hels to pay au #HTP ask

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bleujae · 1 year

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•°•✿𝕄𝕪 ℂ𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕖✿•°•

✿ Summary: Jungwon, do you feel the pain now?

✿ Pairing: Jungwon x fem!reader

✿ Genre: fluff

✿ Word count: 2.4K

✿ Warnings: i don't think there's any....? *let me know if there's anything I should add ^^*

"I won't stop getting butterflies"

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Siyeon took her glasses off for a bit to rub her eyes. Her eyes hurt and felt like they were being strained from her long hours of coding. She had a big final project in two days in one of her coding classes and she already wanted it to end.

She usually wore contacts on a daily basis but on the weekends, she usually stuck to her large thick-framed black glasses. Especially on a day like today, she was too lazy to get ready in the morning so she chucked on her glasses and stayed in her comfy clothes.

She put her glasses back on and fully sat back up; however, as soon as she did, she slumped back. She blankly stared at her computer screen that she’s been staring at for the past two days. She sighed as she wished that the coding would all magically be completed so she didn’t need to stay in front of the computer for another set of long hours.

She’s already done everything she could today to refresh her mind. She called Jungwon for over an hour as she complained how tired she was, she took a walk around her apartment complex and she just took another walk two hours ago to a nearby convenience store to eat spicy ramen to destress her mind. When she was stressed and overworked, she found that spicy food cleared her mind a lot and made her feel a bit more refreshed than before. But now she had nothing else to do. She didn’t feel like going out of her apartment and she knew she couldn’t call Jungwon. Enhypen’s world tour was coming and the members were in the practice room day and night to prepare for it.

She groaned out as she laid her head on one arm rest and hung her legs over the other with her fluffy blanket on top of her face.

“Ugh I don’t wanna be doing any of this.” She grumbled to herself, her voice being muffled by the blanket.

She shot up from her seat when she suddenly heard the doorbell ring. She tilted her head, wondering if she had ordered anything recently.

She hesitantly stood up from her chair and walked over to the front door. When she looked at her little screen that was connected to the camera outside, she saw a girl that was maybe her age with a flower bouquet.

Still confused, she opened the door. “Hello?”

The girl gave her a bright smile and that’s when Siyeon saw that she was in some kind of uniform and had a helmet sitting next to the feet of the girl.

“Hello! I’m from Blume Flower Shop. We received an order and got the instructions from that person that we should deliver this lovely flower bouquet to you. You’re Yoon Siyeon, no?”

“Yeah, I am.” Siyeon said, receiving the bouquet. “Who is it from?”

“I’m sure you’ll know when you read the custom they wrote. It’s on the side of the bouquet if you want to read it.” The delivery girl responded, giving her one last smile. “Have a nice day!”

Siyeon tilted her head before closing the door. She inspected the flowers to distinguish what they were when a small card that was tied around the bouquet with a thin golden string caught her eyes. She opened the card and immediately a smile formed on her lips.

I know you’re working really hard. I know you can do it!

I hope these pretty pink tulip flowers will cheer you up.

Hwaiting, love~ <3

-Wonie

It felt weird that a small note could trigger automatic giggles coming out of her mouth but she couldn’t help it. There were always moments where she felt herself falling in love with her boyfriend all over again. It was always those small moments. Moments like these where flowers can be seen as such simple gestures. But the fact that he thought of this when he had a whole world tour to prepare for made her heart melt.

“Gosh I love him.”

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“Ja- let’s take a fifteen minute break!” The Enhypen boys cheered when their choreographer announced a short break, most of them falling down to the ground right on their spots.

Jungwon took out his phone and saw that he had a message from Siyeon. It was a picture of the bouquet that he had sent and she had put a heart emoji after that while thanking him.

“Ay ay Jungwonie is smiling at his phone again.” Heeseung announced to the whole practice room.

“I’m guessing she got the flowers?” Jay asked, making the younger male nod.

“It seemed that she really liked them.” Jungwon said, looking at the picture and text with a wide smile painted on his lips.

“Yeah it does. She posted it in her story too.” Sunoo waved his phone around, showing everyone her instagram story which made Jungwon smile even more.

“Aiyo- look how whipped he is.” Jake cooed. “How are you going to manage to be away from her for so long during world tour.”

“Ha…I don’t know…” Jungwon trailed off. “I’m gonna miss her so much.”

“Aye look, he’s so whipped.” Riki pointed out, making Jungwon’s cheeks become red.

“Ayo we obviously already knew that.” Of course Sunghoon would be the one to add fuel to fire instead of extinguishing it from the situation.

“Shut up…” Jungwon mumbled, turning his back on his members which only made the sounds of the laughter increase.

“You’re going to go visit her after practice, right?” Jay asked, receiving a nod from the wavy hair male.

“Mhm…I’m planning to get some snacks before going to see her. And bring the polaroid camera to show her. She’s always talked about having a polaroid camera between us so we can take cute pictures.” Jungwon pointed to the baby blue bag on the chairs that contained the small gift.

“Ja! Let’s get back to work!” The boys groaned as their choreographer came back into the room, clapping his hands to get the boys up on their feets again.

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I’m never going to finish this.

Siyeon groaned as she thrashed in her computer chair. She slipped her hands between her eyes and her glasses and whined at the lack of motivation she had. Her big black headphones were still covering her ears as she reached for her phone to play a different song.

“Maybe playing a more upbeat song will motivate me more.” She mumbled for herself. Her fingers automatically typed ENHYPEN in the spotify search bar and played their most recent song. She smiled as Future Perfect blasted in her headphones and she cracked her fingers before getting back to work.

With the music blasting through her ears, she didn’t hear the small beeps that were emitted from her front door which indicated there was someone putting in the code and entering the apartment. She most definitely couldn’t hear the small sound of footsteps softly padding to her room and the small squeaks that were made from the soft push on the door.

She let out a small squeak when she felt someone hugging her from behind, burying their face in her hair but she calmed down when she could smell a familiar scent.

“Wonie!” She squealed out. She turned around and immediately gave the male a hug, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and bringing him close to her.

“Hey, love.” He chuckled as he brushed his hands through her hair and patted her back with her other hand.

They finally broke the hug and Siyeon was beyond happy to see her boyfriend’s face again. Especially after a long day of coding.

But Jungwon had his head tilted to the side like a cute little puppy and his eyes had a slight hint of confusion.

“Is something up?” She subconsciously pushed her glasses that were falling down her nose and that’s when it dawned on her.

Jungwon had never seen her glasses before.

Ever.

Siyeon gasped and buried her face into her thick blanket, afraid of what Jungwon would say with her glasses. To her, she looked nicer when she had her contacts in. She hated when people saw her with her without her contacts. That was one of the reasons she loved working at home. So she wouldn’t have to bother putting in contacts every morning to go to the library or a cafe. Rather she would just put on her glasses in the morning and spend the whole day not having to go through the pain of putting in and taking out her contacts.

And that’s why she felt absolutely mortified when she didn’t even realize that she had her glasses on in front of Jungwon.

She whined as she felt Jungwon tug on her blanket.

“Love, why are you hiding your face like that??” Jungwon questioned, trying to pry the blanket off her face.

“I don’t want you to see me with glasses.” Siyeon whined, refusing to let go of the blanket.

“But you look so cute.”

“No I don’t!” She exclaimed, her voice being muffled in the fabric of the fluffy blanket. “I wish I could look cute like those nerdy girls with the circle glasses but because my prescription is so high, my eyes look weird with my big glasses!”

The little tug of war game went on for quite a bit but unfortunately, Jungwon was stronger than her and was able to pry the blanket out of her grasp.

Before Siyeon could cover her face with her hands, Jungwon held her wrists and took his sweet time staring into her face.

“You look adorable with glasses. And I didn’t even think you could look cuter.” Jungwon cooed at the sight of his girlfriend, feeling the same butterflies he felt every time he would just look at her.

He couldn’t understand why she hated herself with glasses. The big framed glasses made his girlfriend look even smaller and cuter than she already did, if that was even possible. Especially with the comfy clothes that she was wearing she looked so endearing, he just wanted to put her in his pocket and carry her around.

“Really?” Jungwon felt like he was melting when he saw her look up but because her glasses were falling down, she was looking at him through the top of her glasses.

“Really. Now finish up the remainder of your project. I brought snacks for us and we can cuddle afterwards.” Jungwon gave her a slight peck and walked out of the room.

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Jungwon forgot that polaroid cameras could make sound when he took a picture. He internally panicked when he captured a picture of his girlfriend sitting on her computer chair with both of her legs up on the chair and focusing on her computer. And of course with her cute glasses. His eyes widened when Siyeon turned around.

“Did you just take a picture of me?”

“Uh- No?” Jungwon hid the polaroid camera behind him, along with the polaroid picture itself.

“I heard the click and the polaroid film coming out.” Sieyon narrowed her eyes as she lunged out of her chair and to Jungwon.

“Ah ah ah love.” Jungwon yelped as he put the polaroid camera and the film above his head, trying to protect it.

“Throw it out!” She whined as she jumped up to get the camera but mostly the picture.

“But you look so cute.” Jungwon pouted while he still tried to protect his camera and picture.

“I probably don’t!” She whined more as she jumped up, not realizing that she was pushing both of them closer to her bed.

“Got it!” She yelped as she was able to get the picture before Jungwon tripped and fell into her bed with her falling on top of him.

“HA! I got i-” She got cut off when she realized what position they had ended up in. She felt her cheeks become crimson red as she looked away.

Jungwon took the advantage to snatch the picture out of her hands.

“H-hey!”

Siyenn tried to take the picture back when she realized that it was out of her hands but Jungwon quickly placed a peck on her lips, shutting her up.

He fished his phone out of his back pocket and took off his phone case and put the picture in his phone case.

She gasped. “Jungwon, you have a clear phone case! What if people see?”

He shrugged as he put his phone back into his pocket. “I’ll put a pop socket on it or stickers to cover it partially. But I’m keeping it there so I can boast about my cute girlfriend.”

She blushed again as he cooed at her red cheeks and hugged her tightly, pecking her nose in an endearing way.

“My cutie.”

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*Pink tulips are known for meaning affection, caring, good wishes, and love. Cheerful pink tulips symbolize well wishes, care, and affection. That means they’re the perfect gift for someone who is feeling a bit under the weather or going through a hard time. They’re also a good choice when you want to congratulate someone on a job well done* :D

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brownieracha · 1 year

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Cat café

pairing: Felix x reader

wc: 2.5K

genre: fluff

content warnings: none

a/n: this is my first fic so be nice please :)

(ty @georgenootfound for beta reading this ily)

“Oops sorry,” I try looking up from the floor to see who I’ve run into. Literally. All my things are on the floor. Kneeling on the floor next to me I see a young blond man collecting everything that’s spread everywhere.

“Oh! don’t worry” he hands me my last things “I wasn’t looking, it’s totally my fault.”

I finish shoving all my stuff inside the tote bag. I turn back to thank him, but. Wow.

The first thing I can notice is that he looks like an angel. He’s smiling down at me with a charming look in his face. His hair is blond and slightly pushed back, and I can’t help but notice the little freckles decorating his pale skin.

Fuck I love freckles.

“I’m Felix by the way” he scratches the back of his head nervously. Could he get any cuter? “Again, sorry for bumping into you” his deep voice snaps me out of my trance.

I introduce myself back.

There’s not a day that has gone by since that accident. I have not stopped thinking about that Felix. At this point, I don’t even think I can stop.

Thinking about his perfectly styled blonde hair or his tiny freckles decorating his face. The color of his eyes. The way he smiled at me before introducing himself. But the one thing that kept me awake at night was his voice. That deep voice would make anyone feel things they’ve never felt before. How someone who looks so angelic could sound so devilish?

With those thoughts on my mind (always on my mind. I can’t stop), I started the day. Just like every other day, I get ready for work and leave my flat, not forgetting to say goodbye to my cat. On my way to work I stop on a shop nearby to buy some stuff for my little fluff ball. I was wandering through the corridors in the pet shop when I bump into someone.

Again. Can anyone ever look where they’re going?

“Sor-“ I start to apologize to the stranger when, to my surprise I realize who it is. This couldn’t be real, not again. “Oh-”

“Hi Felix” I look up at him before looking down at the floor. God, my shoes really need some cleaning. I chose the worst day to wear these – did it have to be in front of him? I laugh nervously, a little embarrassed. What are the chances?

“Oh hey, didn’t see you there…again” I feel my cheeks going red “It seems like we can’t meet in a normal way.” He chuckles.

“Oh, I wish we could,” I mumble, still looking down at my shoes.

“What was that?” I look up immediately. Stupid, why did I have to say that out loud? I feel my cheeks heating up more- if that’s even possible. I bet I look like a fucking tomato. Crap.

“Huh?” Huh? That’s all I can say? God. I wish I could function like a normal human being. “I didn’t say anything” ugh.

“Are you sure?” A devilish smile paints his face “are you sure you didn’t say anything?” he tilts his head.

Damn. I wish I could disappear.

Instantly.

I don’t know what to say, so I stay silent. I look back down, too embarrassed to keep eye contact.

He grins. “Me too, by the way.”

And with that he turns around and walks away. It takes me a few seconds to process everything that happened.

Wait. Did he just-? I might have just lost an opportunity to hang out with the nicest guy I’ve ever met.

I try to forget about it and continue with my day. But I can’t. I keep thinking about him all day long. Even when I need to be concentrating at work.

“… and it’s the third order you’ve got wrong.” My coworker’s voice brings me back from my daydreaming. “Are you okay?”

“I’m sorry girl but I don’t know where my mind is today.” Lies, lies, lies. I know exactly where it is – but I’m not about to tell her where. “I guess it’s one of those days” I laugh and go back front to avoid any more questions.

A couple of weeks go by, and my life goes back to normal. No more weird run-ins with handsome guys. God, I wish I could see him again.

“... he is really handsome.” I hear my two coworkers giggling while I’m getting ready to start my shift.

I roll my eyes, smiling a little. I work hard every day because I need the money to make my dream come true: opening my own bakery. Sometimes they don’t do the perfect job and I must jump in and do it myself, mostly because they get distracted by boys. But I understand them, I also was 18 once. Sometimes I feel old even though I’m only 23.

I finish tying my apron and go up front to start my shift.

“Hi, welcome to Fruity Paradise, what can I get for-” I shut up as soon as I look up from the screen. This can’t be true. What were the possibilities that Felix is here, at my job, and I’m the one taking his order. I hear my coworkers giggling behind me.

“Oh, hey again” he smiles. “I would like a mango smoothie, please”

I keep staring at his face, he’s more handsome than what I remember. He runs a hand through his blonde hair while he keeps smiling. It takes me a second to stop staring at him and place his order on the screen. I pick the glass and turn back to start making his smoothie.

I can feel someone’s eyes on me, so I turn back around. Unsurprisingly, he’s looking at me – unsurprisingly, I still feel myself jump when our gazes meet. I quickly turn back around, my heart at my throat.

I’m finishing pouring the mix into the blender when one of my coworkers comes next to me.

“He can’t keep his eyes off you, do you know him?” I hum.

“He’s so handsome, right?” my other coworker joins us. Awesome.

I rush to finish Felix’s order; I don’t want to explain why or how I know him.

I hand him his order and when I do, our hands touch. He smiles toothily.

“I was wondering, actually-,” something seems to get stuck on his throat and he coughs.

His freckles stand out against the blooming pink of his cheeks. He’s so cute it makes me a little light-headed - my heart races thinking that maybe I’m not the only one who’s nervous “would you like to go on a date with me?”

What?

“Oh-” I laugh nervously. Can I, for once, not turn into a ball of nerves? I take a deep breath, trying to calm down. “Yes, I would like to go on a date with you” I look down and notice that my apron has a dirty spot on it. Okay, well.

He hands me his phone with the contacts app open, and I add my number into his phone.

“I’ll text you, so that you can save my number back” and with that he goes to a table to drink his smoothie.

I smile at him and get back to serve the next costumer in line.

An hour later I see Felix leaving but I don’t even have time to say goodbye to him. Today seems like one of the busiest days we’ve had this week. I keep making smoothies until it’s close time.

Checking my phone on my way home I see that Felix has already texted me.

Felix: Hi :)

Felix: It’s Felix

I add his number back before replying.

Me: Hii!

Felix: are you still working?

Me: no! I’m omw home :)

Felix: nice!! Get home safely :)

I catch myself smiling at my phone. He’s so nice. I put my earphones on and listen to my favorite playlist on the way home. Once I arrive home, I say hello to Patches jr. and to my roommate. I go into the kitchen to bake something.

“Hey! You seem really happy today” my roommate hugs me. “Did something happen at work?”

I stay silent for a second, thinking about what to say. Should I lie right now? This thing feels too new - too fragile - to talk about. And frankly, I’m a little embarrassed ever since I saw how dumb my face looks when I think; let alone talk about Felix.

But he’s been my best friend since forever… I can’t make something up. He would know I’m lying right away.

“Are you going to tell me, or I will have to guess?” he looks at me without letting go of the hug.

“Mmm…” I grimace at myself. “Maybe I’ve met someone…”

He gasps.

“No!”

In the end, I tell him everything that has happened with Felix and how I feel about it. I really can’t keep anything from him, we tell each other everything. He’s the only one I can trust this much.

“So, you’re going on a date with him” he sounds more excited than me. “We need to get you the cutest outfit ASAP.”

“Chill, I still don’t know when or what are we going to do” I laugh at his excitement. “But if that means going shopping, it’s the perfect excuse”

The next morning, I wake up later than usual. I don’t have to go to work today so I decide to clean up the apartment. Since Jisung is working today I can blast my music to get myself in the mood of cleaning.

Two hours later I finish with everything and check my phone. To my surprise, Felix has texted me. I feel myself start to smile as soon as I see his name pop up on my screen - see? Disgusting.

Felix: about the date… when are you free?

Me: I’m free this Saturday! is that okay for you? :)

Felix: sure :)

Felix: I was thinking about going to Whisker of Expresso, what do you think?

I look up the place he’s suggesting for the date. Is a cat café!

Me: a cat café?! Sign me up!

We decide to meet there on Saturday. I should update Jisung on the plans and go out to buy that “cutest outfit” he kept mentioning last night.

The day of the date arrives, and I’m a ball of nerves. I’ve been getting ready for an hour now and I still can’t decide what to wear. Jisung and I went to the mall and bought more than one outfit option - which was a bad idea, because now I need to decide.

“I’m not going!” I say after the fourth outfit change.

Jisung rolls his eyes. “You looked amazing in the last outfit, and the one before that…” I shoot a death glare his way and go back inside my room.

Jisung prides himself in knowing me better than anyone else in the world - and he’s right. I suppose, though, that even best friends have their limits. I heave a sigh, pouting to myself a little.

My room is a mess of clothes right now (I can’t even see the bit of floor that separates my bed from the wardrobe). After a few more agonizing minutes, I decide that I’m going to wear a pair of bootcut jeans and a white, long sleeve top that has a heart cut out in the middle of it (the first outfit I tried on) (I hope Jisung is conveniently in the bathroom when I leave. He’s going to yell at me).

For my shoes I go with my favorite platform boots. And, of course, my tote bag.

I arrive at the cat café 10 minutes earlier than we’ve decided to meet and I decide to wait outside for Felix. I’m looking at my phone when I feel someone tap my shoulder.

“Hey!” I look up to find Felix right next to me. “You look really nice. I like your makeup.”

“Oh! Hi!” I smile at him “Thank you! You look good too” I return the compliment.

We head inside the café, and the first thing I notice inside is the beautiful decoration. Well, apart from the cats, obviously, but I feel like that one was a given. On the walls there’s film posters, but instead of the actors they’ve changed it to cats. The tables are small, and instead of chairs, people are sitting on soft-looking puffs, making it easier for the cats to approach them and hang out with them.

We walk to one of the tables and sit down on the puffs. As soon as we sit down, a cat approaches us.

“Oh, hello baby!” I immediately go to pet him. I spend a couple of minutes petting and “talking” to the cat.

“I’m starting to get a bit jealous” Felix says laughing.

“Sorry” I also laugh. “I really like cats”

“I was joking” he adds, still smiling a little. “I get it, I like them too. So, how was your day?”

We start having a small talk about our day while more cats approach us. After a couple of minutes, we get our coffees and the cake we’ve ordered.

“Wow, this velvet cake is amazing!”

“Cat and cake enthusiast?” he laughs. “If it’s that good, can I try it?” he takes a small bite when I nod.

“Oh, velvet cake has always been my favorite cake, it’s kind of my comfort cake” I confess “I bake it whenever I’m feeling sad”

“You bake?”

“Yes! I am in fact a certificated baker. My dream is to open my own bakery” I explain. “it’s been my dream since I was a child and I’m working hard to accomplish it”

“That’s so cool! You have to let me try one of your desserts sometime” he looks at me and we maintain eye contact for longer than I expected. I get so nervous I have to look down, petting the cat that has been sitting on my lap.

“Uh- yeah, of course!” I reply still looking at the cat.

Get yourself together.

“So, what do you do for a living?” I look back at him. When I do I see that he has his phone pointing at me. “What are you doing?” I laugh.

“Oh, you looked so cute while petting the cat that I had to take a photo” he shows me his phone. “I- I’ll delete. Sorry” he blushes.

“Oh! I do look good! Don’t delete” I laugh “but you have to send me the photo” I wink.

We keep looking at each other and I can’t help but look at his lips. This time I don’t look away and I lean closer to him. His hand comes close to my face, and he places a strand of my hair behind my ear. Then he starts caressing my cheek while he leans closer to me. So, I close the space between us, pressing our lips together. His other hand comes at my face, and I interlace my fingers behind his neck.

In that moment I knew this was the first of many dates.

#felix x reader #felix fic #stray kids fic #felix fluff #skz fluff #skz fic

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perfectpaperbluebirds · 1 year

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I am formally here to request 💊📎 for Shmolly? ~KB

Thanks, KB!

Prompts:

💊 coughs & colds

📎 working through the holidays

Fandom/OCs: Shane & Molly

Title: Let Your Heart Be Light

Words: 1445

Inspiration: Read an answered ask about more of Shane & Molly's backstories here

Author’s comments: Shane and Molly finally told me how they met! And why they haven't let me write a Christmas fic for them yet 😉 Because they met while working on Christmas Day! Here's the story:

Even on Christmas Day, the ER was busy, and that was just fine with RN Molly. That was why she had picked up this shift, after all, because she needed to be busy. Holidays had not gotten one bit easier in the ten years since her dad died, and rather than mope around home, she wanted to keep her mind occupied. For her, working the ER was the perfect way to spend the holidays.

The wintry weather and holiday stress had apparently hit their city with a vengeance, because it seemed like all the patients they were seeing had coughs and colds on top of whatever else they had come in for. Molly was thankful for her mask and gloves even more than usual as people sniffled and coughed on or around her, but the risk of contagion here was the definition of an occupational hazard.

Things were going smoothly overall, though. The competent senior residents running the ER today had things well in hand. She hadn't really gotten to know any of the residents well yet, having just started here a month or so ago, but she knew many of them on sight. Today's docs were bitchy brunette, skyscraper with glasses, and blond jock. Of course she made sure to refer to them as doctors Schmidt, Del Rosa, and Mitchell when talking to the patients. Whatever their names were, they had been trained well and were running a tight ship, and that was all that mattered in the ER.

Time moved quickly, and before Molly knew it, ten of the twelve hours in her shift had passed. Around the ten hour mark she seized the opportunity to make a supply run, wanting to get a bit of a breather, and took a shortcut through the hospital's back hallways to the storage closets. As she walked past an inconspicuous door, she was startled to a stop at the sound of a series of wet sneezes coming from behind it. She backed up a few paces, her curiosity getting the better of her, and hesitantly knocked.

"Umb… cumb ind?" came a croaking voice from within.

Molly pulled the door open to reveal “blond jock” doctor, red-faced and watery-eyed, holding a tissue to his nose. He gave her an awkward wave.

"Oh, Doctor Mitchell! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to… barge in, I guess. I just wanted to make sure you weren't a rogue patient or something."

"Ndo, ndo, you had every right to chegck. Idt's pretty stupid to be hidi'g ind a closet sndeezi'g. Seemed like the best place adt the time, though."

With a final gurgling nose blow, he shoved the tissue in his pocket and stepped out, applying hand sanitizer immediately from the nearby station, giving her a sheepish smile. "Sorry you had to see thadt ndastiness."

She couldn't help but laugh a little. "It's okay. I have a hunch it was more unpleasant for you."

"Just mbaybe." He laughed too, then sighed, which turned into a pitiful cough. "Ugh. Sorry again. I can't waidt for this shift to be over. Usually I love the ER, budt nodt today."

"I can see why. Looks like the doctor has become the patient."

He groaned good-naturedly. "I guess you can only gedt sndeezed on so mbany times before idt's you doi'g the sndeezi'g. Idt's so embarrassi'g. Everyone is either grossed oudt or teasi'g mbe."

"Well hopefully you can go home and rest for a few days when you’re done here," she said, taking a few steps in the direction she was originally heading before he had sidetracked her. Dr. Mitchell was cute, but it was weird to be making small talk with the doctor in the hallway when they both had patients to see.

"Yeah, I wish I could. Thadt would be ndice." A miserable look crossed his face, and for a second he looked so boyish and forlorn that Molly's heart went out to him.

"Can I… at least get you a coffee or something, doctor? I know how much it sucks being sick at work."

"I would actually really appreciate thadt. Kinda starti'g to feel like I've been hidt by a trugck, and I've still godt two hours to go," he croaked.

"Hey, I'm off at 8 as well." She didn't know why she said that, and wanted to clap a hand over her mouth immediately. She wasn't in the habit of letting strangers know her work schedule, even if they were physicians. She was apparently way too comfortable with Dr. Mitchell already. She quickly spoke again, not giving him the chance to respond. "I guess I didn't know residents had similar schedules to nurses. But anyway, let me finish what I was doing, then I'll go get you that coffee. I'll meet you at the nurses' station with it."

"Yeah, I suppose a rendezvous here at the closet would be a little weird," the sick doctor agreed, his eyes twinkling in merriment.

Molly snorted out a laugh at the unexpected joke. So he was cute and funny, then. "Yes, exactly," she said. "Like I said, I'll be back as soon as I can." She turned and began to stride down the hallway at last.

"Thangk you so mbuch, Molly," she heard him say behind her. She almost turned at the sound of her name. She didn't expect him to know her name, since she knew full well her badge was hidden under the fleece jacket she was wearing. Residents never remember nurses' names, especially not float nurses.

Molly finished her errand at last, checked to ensure all was well on the floor, then clocked out for her overdue break, getting in line at the coffee stand immediately. Thankfully the wait was short, and in no time she had two coffees in hand and was scurrying back to the nurses' station.

Dr. Mitchell was not there waiting for her, and it took some doing to track him down as he had apparently jumped back into the flow of work. However, she at last caught his eye as he was hurrying past and beckoned him over. He took the proffered cup with earnest gratitude, taking a long pull immediately. His eyes lit up as he tasted it.

"Carambel mbocha?" he said. "How did you know I love that flavor?"

"You look like a caramel mocha guy, what can I say?" she laughed. "I worked as a barista for years. I know how to pair a customer with the right coffee."

"Incredible," he shook his head. "We jusdt mbet and you're already readi'g mbe like a boogk. What do I owe you for the coffee?"

"Some people are easier to read than others," she laughed again. "And the coffee is on me. Just pay it forward and do something kind for another nurse when you're feeling better."

"Deal," he said with a tired smile, swiping under his nose with a tissue, then taking another drink.

Molly eyed him in her periphery as she sipped her own drink. She guessed they were very close to the same age, though he looked older tonight with his tired eyes and messy hair. He had the physique of a long-time athlete and the brain and (someday) wallet of a doctor, with kindness and humor as an added bonus. A desirable catch by any standard. She wondered what his girlfriend or wife was like.

They sipped in companionable silence for a bit longer. When he had downed about half his coffee, he turned to catch her eye. "I should get bagck to idt. Thangk you again, Molly. I really ndeeded this. Hopefully I can return the favor someday."

"I appreciate the sentiment, but I'm not holding my breath. This isn't my usual department, you know that. You probably won't even see me again before your program ends."

He quirked an eyebrow, smirking. "I guess we'll jusdt have to see. Budt either way, have a good resdt of your shifdt if I don't see you again tonight."

"Same to you, doctor."

"Idt's Shane, please. Since you're apparently a coffee mbind-reader, you should at least call mbe somethi'g besides doctor," he said, stifling a cough, but still smiling.

She smiled too. "Same to you then, Shane. I hope your cold gets better soon."

"Thangk you. I hope so too." With that he walked away, and Molly couldn't help but watch him go. What a strange night this had been. Did flirting with hot doctors count as Christmas miracles? In someone's world probably. Certainly not in hers. It did break up the dull routine, though.

Her break was nearly over, so she downed the rest of her coffee and made her way to the time clock, humming along with the music overhead as it played "Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas."

#sickfic #my ocs tag #shmolly ocs #prompt fill #answered asks #ask box story

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Sailor Moon: Reignstorm - Chapter 4: Moon Spectrum Power

Usagi and her friends had decided to stop by the Bob-Floy Ice Cream Shoppe on their way home from school, with Rei, Luna and Artemis joining them along the way. The cats found their usual spots on Usagi and Minako’s shoulders before the girls went up to order. With ice cream in hand the girls started to make their way to the Hikawa Shrine for another study session.

“You’d better have that finished before we get there, Usagi.” Rei said, “I don’t need a repeat of what happened the last time you brought ice cream into my room.”

“Hey, that’s not fair!” The bun-headed girl said in response, “Mina made a mess too!”

“Yeah, but I’m Rei’s favorite, so I get a pass.” Minako said, slinging her arm around her raven-haired friend’s shoulders.

“You wish.” Rei responded with a light blush, but without making an effort to remove her friend’s arm.

Ami and Makoto walked behind them, holding their ice cream in one hand and their partner’s hand in the other. Even after they had been together for almost three months, every time Usagi saw the two of them do normal couple things it filled her with joy. She had watched Ami pine after Mako for as long as she could remember, and had begun to worry that Ami would never tell her how she felt. Especially when she thought she lost them during the Galaxia incident. After they came back Usagi strongly considered just locking them in a room together until it was resolved, but ultimately decided against it. She figured it would be best to give them some time to process what had happened to them before forcing something like that. But she swore that if it went on much longer she would’ve been forced to take action.

Although now there seemed to be something going on between Rei and Mina, which was a whole other thing. Originally Usagi just assumed that Mina flirting with Rei was no different than her flirting with… well, everyone. But now she could see why Rei had felt the need to ask her about it. There was definitely something different with how the two of them were acting.

“Oh, by the way, how did your audition go?” Rei asked, referring to the audition Minako had attended to perform at a local club.

“About as well as I expected.” The Guardian of Beauty said, shrugging her shoulders, “They said they’d call me but… I dunno, I really don’t wanna get my hopes up.”

“Aw, c’mon, give yourself some credit. I’m sure you’ll get it.” Rei said with a smile.

“Rei’s right! In fact, I bet we could already celebrate you getting it by going to see a movie before we go to the shrine!” Usagi said, clearly attempting to get out of work.

“No way, Usagi!” Ami rebuked, “We’ve been taking it way too easy lately. I only got a ninety-one on my last English test!”

“Babe, you know that’s not bad right?” Makoto said before taking another bite of her ice cream.

“I mean… It's not great.” Ami replied.

“Ami, do you have any idea what I would give to get a ninety-one on a test?” Usagi shot back.

“You wouldn’t have to give anything if you would just study.” Luna said snarkily.

“Exactly!” Ami agreed, “Which is why we can see a movie later!”

“Ugh, fine!” Usagi finally caved.

Suddenly, the Guardians felt a shift in the atmosphere, and watched as the sky above them went dark, covered in an inky, black shadow.

“What the-” Usagi began to ask before she was cut off by a large object falling from the sky and impacting down the street from the girls.

When the dust settled the team was shocked by what they saw. It was seemingly the Makai tree but… wrong. It was roughly the same size as they remembered, but its bark was jet black, with red leaves coming out of its branches. Branches that were currently flailing around and destroying the city, as it moved around on its roots, which seemed to function almost like tentacles.

Floating in front of the Makai Tree were two figures who Usagi immediately recognized: Ail and An. The team quickly ducked into a nearby alley to transform unseen.

“Well, it’s been a minute, ready girls?” Minako asked, to which the others simply nodded in reply.

“Venus Crystal Power!”

“Jupiter Crystal Power!”

“Mars Crystal Power!”

“Mercury Crystal Power!”

“Moon Eternal!”

“MAKE UP!” The five girls shouted in unison, the alley filling with light and energy as they transformed. When it died down, however, it was clear that there was a problem.

Usagi hadn’t transformed.

“What?!” She asked, looking down at herself, “I said, Moon Eternal MAKE UP!”

Nothing.

“I don’t understand.” Usagi said, ripping the Eternal Moon Article off of her uniform and looking down at it. Nothing seemed wrong with it. So why wasn’t it working?

“You hang back with Luna and Artemis and try to figure that out.” Venus instructed, “The rest of you, let’s move!”

Usagi watched helplessly as her friends ran off to fight. She decided it would be best to get to higher ground, so she began quickly making her way up the fire escape in the alley.

“Usagi, what are you doing?” Artemis asked.

“I don’t know!” Usagi blurted out.

She made it to the roof and looked out to see her friends fighting. They were holding their own, but it was clear they were outclassed. She looked down again at the Article.

“C’mon, I need you to work!”

…

“Jupiter Oak Evolution!” Jupiter shouted as she attempted to attack the raging Makai Tree. Unfortunately, her attack failed to leave so much as a mark on the tree’s body, “Damn, this thing’s tough.”

Meanwhile Sailor Mars and Sailor Venus had engaged Ail and An, but were struggling to get close to them due to their telekinetic powers.

“So what gives? I thought you guys turned good?” Venus questioned while dodging an attack from Ail.

“Good, bad, does it really matter?” An said, launching an energy attack at Mars, which the Guardian of Fire barely managed to avoid.

“Uh, yeah, I would say it does!” Mars said, “Fire Soul Bird!” She shouted as a large bird made of fire erupted from her body and towards An, who effortlessly repelled it with a psychic shield.

Mercury had hung back and was using her computer to analyze their opponents, “This doesn’t make any sense! They’re significantly stronger than last time! And this energy they’re giving off… it couldn’t be…”

“Mercury look out!” She heard Jupiter cry from across the battlefield, prompting her to just barely avoid being crushed by one of the tree’s roots.

“Uh, guys, not to be a spoil sport but I don’t think we’re winning here!” Jupiter said sarcastically while launching another bolt of lightning towards the Makai Tree, which once again had no effect.

“Yeah thanks Jupiter I got that!” Venus said as another of her attacks bounced off of Ail’s psychic shield.

…

“C’mon, work dammit!” Usagi shouted as she shook the Article in her hands, “This is a really bad time for… whatever this is!”

Suddenly, cracks started to form in the Article, and it all but exploded in Usagi’s hands before the newly freed Silver Crystal floated up in front of her face.

“What…?” Was all she could manage to say.

The crystal started flashing different colors in front of her.

Blue.

Red.

Green.

Orange.

Navy.

Sea Green.

Garnet.

Purple.

Pink.

The color sequence repeated, faster and faster each time.

Blue, Red, Green, Orange, Navy, Sea Green, Garnet, Purple, Pink.

Until finally, a new object formed around the crystal. Floating in the air in front of Usagi was a silver compact, with a large pink crystal in the center, with eight smaller, different colored crystals surrounding it.

“Usagi, that-”

“I know, Luna.” She said, grabbing the compact out of the air in front of her and affixing it to the bow on her school uniform, “Alright, let’s do this.” She said with a small smirk before raising her hand into the air.

“Moon Spectrum Power! MAKE UP!”

With that, Usagi exploded into a series of multicolored lights, before ultimately emerging as another new incarnation of Sailor Moon.

Her skirt was white with a pattern on the front which included nine different colored lines. Both her gloves and boots were now white, the shoulder frills which she had on her fuku as Super Sailor Moon had returned, along with her tiara. The tiara was no longer gold, however, but instead silver.

From her transformation four beams of light shot out and impacted her friends, altering their appearances as well. Their skirts were now multi-layered, as hers had been when she was Eternal Sailor Moon, each layer having a different shade of their respective color. They also gained bubbles on their shoulders, as well as knee-high, white boots.

The Sailor team looked up to see Usagi floating above them, utilizing a pair of butterfly wings which appeared to be made of some kind of rainbow energy.

“Sailor Guardians! You guys take Ail and An!” She instructed from above, “Leave this overgrown weed to me.” She finished, tightening her gloves.

So, I have a couple things I should say here:

First, yes Mako bites her ice cream (aka eats it the right way) deal with it.

Second, I don't have a lot of experience writing fight scenes, so if they come off as a little weak, that's probably why.

Third, this is probably one of the more self-indulgent aspects of this fic as I... HATE Sailor Moon's Eternal form. I always wished they had done more to incorporate some of the design elements of Sailor Cosmos as opposed to... whatever they were going for with Eternal, and thus I tried to do that with "Spectrum" Sailor Moon (Having more white on the costume, using Cosmos's skirt design, etc.) I do like the Eternal Forms of the other guardians though and the 90s anime cheated us out of seeing those, so I decided to incorporate them as well. Like I said, this element of the story was very self-indulgent.

NEXT TIME: Sailor Moon discovers the new abilities which come with her new transformation! The Inner Guardians vs Ail and An! And our mysterious masked villain finally makes the scene!

Until then, let me know what you all think! Comments, likes, reblogs, etc. are very much appreciated!

And come back next time for Chapter 5: Enter Reign.

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trolloled · 1 year

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⏰ Argumi + when he was first realizing his psionics?

A troll's fourth wriggling day isn't especially important, all things considered, but it's still at least momentous for being a time where most people are finally getting their bearings and forming their first memories. It is a time when, for many trolls, their powers finally come into existence (if they had not already) as their minds mature enough to unlock their hidden potential.

Argumi's wriggling day party was going to be great, he just knew it. He had invited a bunch of his friends to come hang out with him at the park. He was still too young to bake, but he had saved up enough of his allowance to get a nice cake for everyone to share. He waited happily at the picnic table, dressed in his best funny t-shirt (it had a picture of a stick figure pointing to a sign which read 'Bad', beneath which was written "Well that's not a good sign") while his lusus observed from above a nearby swingset.

The custodian knew enough to keep its distance, but Argumi was still happy to have it in attendance. The bird's eyes swung back and forth across the park as the guests started to arrive, a mixture of lower-rung castes that Argumi had run into outside of schoolfeeding hours. Argumi eagerly accepted any gifts offered to him, talking excitedly with his friends while waiting for the last of them to arrive. Once it they had, he quickly got the cake from his fetch modus and placed the pre-baked good on top of the bench.

His wish for this sweep was an easy one, of course. He wished the next one would be even better than the last one! The candles burning atop the cake he politely snuffed out not by himself (with spit) but with a little miniature fan he had brought with him. Some of his friends joked that he couldn't possibly get his wish doing it that way, but he preferred not to accidentally make some of his friends sick.

"What a dork. Who even buys miniature fans?"

Argumi blinked, smile faltering slightly as he looked around. Everybody was looking expectantly at him to cut the-

"-Cake! When is he gonna cut the cake? Oh man, I'm so hungry..."

One of his hands clutched his stomach as pangs of hunger suddenly ran through him, and the other hand went for the knife. Right. He needed to cut the cake. He was hungry. Of course he was.

Above him, his lusus's eyes turned towards him as it cocked its head.

He began cutting the cake into roughly equal slices-

"Ugh, I just know I'll get a small piece. He's not cutting them right!"

"C'mon, c'mon, hurry it up, man!"

"I really hate math, god, there's a test tomorrow too... Boring..."

His grip fumbled on the knife as his smile fell into a frown, but he still forced himself to keep going. He didn't have a math test coming up, did he? His lusus would have mentioned it, so why was he...? He shook his head, putting the slices of the chocolate confection onto disposable paper plates. Yet, no matter how many slices he handed out, the thoughts, and the feelings, didn't stop coming.

He sank into his own seat, head in his hands as he felt like at least twenty brains of thoughts were being jammed through his lonely single one. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to calm down- and was immediately hampered as his mood swung between content, to giddy, to excited, to bored, back to content, then generally happy-

"Are you okay?" someone asked, putting a hand to his shoulder. Argumi opened his eyes, looking into the face of the troll concerned for him.

"What a little weirdo. At least he's the funny kind of weirdo."

Argumi's face froze. "What did you say?" he asked haltingly.

"I asked if you're okay? You're looking pretty out of it," they repeated, frowning.

"Man, he better not be sick. I do not need him giving me something. I just got over the flu last week!"

Panic began to spread through his chest, squeezing Argumi's heart tightly as the thoughts seemed to come spinning through faster and faster. His eyes began to bulge, his palms grew sweaty even as the nerves in his arms and all over his body felt like they were on fire.

There was a shriek in the air, and something else swooped down next to him. Argumi squeezed his eyes shut again as tears welled up in them, while his lusus continued to shriek and scream at all the guests until they fled in confusion. After several minutes of calm, Argumi was able to open his eyes again.

He saw his lusus, watching him with concern, and otherwise no one else. He was entirely alone. His gaze blankly shifted to the table in front of him.

Someone had stolen the rest of the cake on their way out.

"I hope he's not hungry anymore..." Argumi said softly, without really thinking about it.

#argumi things #lard writes #divinebastet #asks #ooc as lard

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seokiloquy · 1 year

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Cap’N’Bells Pt 2 - Futakuchi Kenji

Au: Royalty

Tags/Warnings: F! Reader, Totally not a concept I saw on tiktok and wanted to try

Word Count: 1.5k

Pt 1 | Pt 2

You wish you could distract yourself with the architecture of the hall. The polished white stone arches, rich blue drapes that hung from the tops of the towering windows; the carved grotesques that hid in the frames of the walls, staring at the visitors from their hiding spots. You knew it all, and have counted the right angles, doorways, tiles and curtains many times over. You wish you could do it again, but a wailing jester, crawling by your feet as he played the mandolin, wouldn't let your attention stray from his checkered black and blue motley and jingling bells.

Oddly enough, part of you couldn't look away, as the horrific realisation that the fool had colour coded himself to match your decorations and dress for your birthday. The only other person out of hundreds in the room to do so.

Huffing, you wait for the next moment that the jester turns away to the crowd at the other side of the room to slip between the bodies of the castle attendants and make your way into the nearby hallway.

“Princess? You should be inside.” On the other side of the double doors is one of the knights, pressed uniform fitted perfectly with a guard dog at their side.

“Oh, Dame Celine. I didn’t know you were on post tonight.”

The knight shrugged, making the ribbons on her uniform sway. “Sir Charles got sick; apparently, he’s allergic to dog fur. So little Clementine here is on watch with me tonight.” Celine lifts the leash to gesture towards the fluffy Akita, who stares down the hall with fierce determination and readiness to run.

Hearing the jester’s mandolin through the door along with guests' laughter, you sigh and move to sit on the polished floor in front of the dog, dress puffing up like cupcake icing. Lifting your hands, you immediately grab the hound by the cheeks and begin to scratch through her thick fur,

“Has anything been happening with the lookouts lately?” There's another roar of muted laughter through the door, and you give Celine a pleading look to start talking.

“There's been some worries. The dogs don’t seem to be a bit agitated, but sadly we haven’t enough evidence of anything to really raise any alarms.”

“That’s more calm than normal.”

“Surprisingly so. With your birthday, I believe most people assume there are more guards on posts, so a slimmer chance that they would be able to achieve anything.” Celine shrugs and watches as Clementine finally melts into your hands and rests her head on your knees, making you coo. “She’s a suck-up.”

“Oh, I don’t mind a little drool. How could anyone resist such a cute face?”

“Many, the palace dogs are very protective. I’ve lost count of how many people they’ve chased off the grounds...Or rather taken to the ground.” Despite Celine's cautionary story, Clementine rolls onto her back, with her tongue lolling out and paws relaxed in the air. You immediately jump on the canine, placing dark cool-toned kiss marks around her muzzle while rubbing her belly.

“Oh, yes, you’re so cute. Yes, you are!”

“If anyone but the knights saw you like this, they'd think you’re insane.”

“They think I’m some kingdom sweetheart. If anyone saw me like this, they’d think I managed to tame the castle beasts! And honestly, that would probably only cause you more trouble.”

��Well, you better not let anyone see you then.”

“Why do you think I'm hiding?”

Celine shrugged. “Oh, it could be a few things. For one, the jester.”

“Ugh.”

“So the Jester.”

“He’s entertaining, but I’m so tired of laughing at everything he does. My dad is killing himself trying to keep it together but won’t make a sound. I’m just so tired.” You bury your head into the dog's stomach, but without your scratches, she seems less willing to lay about and rolls back onto her paws, knocking your head back.

“Well, you may want to get going and find a more secluded place to hide.”

“Why?” you whined at the guard from the floor.

Tapping her ear, Celine grins. “Bells. The jester must have seen you sneak off.”

You gather your skirt and run down the hall, shoes squeaking, skidding, and sliding against the slippery floor. Sadly, you can’t reach the hall’s bend before Clementine barks furiously at a collection of ringing bells. You dive through one of the doors, landing into one of the many studies that staff often go to to do paperwork. Luckily, no one is inside otherwise, they would have been greeted with a sizeable poofy dress crashing into the floor and groaning in pain.

Wallowing and rubbing your bruised elbows wasn’t something you could enjoy for long. Quicker as you had managed to hide, Clementine sprinted down the hall and followed you into the study, motley hat with bells clutched in her jaw. You squeak and crawl along the floor to duck behind the desk. Your dress tugs beneath your knees, nearly smacking your face against the floor. But, you manage, slipping behind the wood just in time for the jester to appear in the doorway.

“You think you’re so clever, huh pooch? Okay, come here. I need that hat.”

As his footsteps shift, the dog's paws shuffle, tipping along the floor and further into the room. Your breath hitches, and you catch it, holding it with your lungs full. It felt like you were going to pop. Shuffling beneath the desk, you hug your knees, trying to make yourself as small as possible and hide in the dark shadows.

Clementine walks into your line of sight, tail wagging happily.

“Clementine. Drop it.” Celine had come to the rescue. Somewhat.

While Clementine knew her orders well, she had already entered your space and given you away. Giving you one last happy jump, the Akita drops the cap’n’bells onto your toes and prances away towards Celine.

The Jester, however, scrambles at the opportunity. The extra bells on his suit jingle, and he falls to the floor, crawling slightly to reach for his hat under the desk.

You’re feeling light-headed at this point. The air in your lungs has gone bad and the need to breathe is strong. But you’re so close, almost free from being noticed.

“Huff,” You breathe.

The jester freezes, bells ceasing their jingling and he looks up at you through the dark. “Princess?” He's about to straighten up but with one hand on a layer of your skirt, he slips against the floor, smashing his head against your knee.

“Pfft,” you snort.

“Princess. What are you doing here?” He’s about to straighten up when you grip the edge of the wooden desk, making his head slam into the back of your hands instead of the sharp wood.

You peek around your arm. The Jester’s hair is scruffled from wearing his hat, pupils wide as he tries to see in the dark.

“Um. Hiding?” He grabs your hands from the desk, gently taking them off the desk and holding them kindly. “Uh.”

“It’s your birthday. You should be enjoying it.”

You continue to stare at his hands holding yours. “I believe I’ve enjoyed it plenty, thank you.”

“Was my performance not adequate?”

“Do you wish for my honesty, or a sugared response?”

His hands grip yours tighter. “You didn’t enjoy my performance? But I am here by request.”

“By the King’s request. He finds you quite entertaining.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“And you?”

You pause. “I much prefer your blunders. They’re more… authentic.”

“I see,” the jester lets go of your hands, sulking into his spine. “So you don’t love me like I love you.”

“Where the fuck did you get that idea from?!”

The jester gasps. “Your Royal Highness. You swear?!”

You just stare at him blankly, mouth agape. “I’m exhausted of this.” Kicking your legs out, you pat down your skirt and lean your head against the inside of the front wall of the desk. You sigh.

“Princess?”

“Please, just call me by my name. I’m tired.”

“Then you should call me Kenji.”

“Nice to meet you, Kenji.” You grin. “Now, do you have other talents besides being a fool?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know, It is my job.”

“Do you do anything else besides your job?”

Kenji pauses momentarily, staring into the dark with what looks like a horrified expression on his face. He sucks in a breath and grimaces, “No comment. Do you do anything besides being a royal?”

“Um…” You have to do all the things your parents don’t want to do. “Not really.”

“Quite the pair we are.”

“So long as you don’t make a satirical song about me, we’re all good.”

“Just don’t fire me.”

“Deal.”

You sit in silence for a few moments, “And please don’t suddenly confess your love again. There's not enough merit to that confession.”

He curls. “Okay.”

Wanna nap. This is shitty. -Bacon

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bylightofdawn · 1 year

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WIP Sunday

Ooof so I'm like 30 minutes shy of Midnight so this totally counts right?

As always, this is super rough, first draft shit so don't judge me on it's quality. Uhhh mild spoilers for the plot so I'm putting anything else behind the cut and read at your own risk!

Jango was attacked in an earlier chapter and they rushed him to the Jedi Temple where he's finally waking up after surgery and a trip to a bacta tank. Jaster was losing his god damned mind, had been up for upwards of 30 hours by the time he passed out at Jango's bedside waiting for him to wake up.

The sound of their voices and the jostling of Jango moving roused Jaster from his fitful sleep. The older Mandalorian sat up like he’d been kicked and frantic eyes immediately sought out the wan-looking boy who was halfway propped up on the bed.

“Jango? Thank the Stars.” He leaned over and hugged his son carefully. “You had me worried, verd'ika”

A part of Jango wanted to protest the big fuss that Jaster was making but trying to fight him off or push him away just felt like it would take too much-damned energy so he suffered the affection and because his throat hurt so much, he didn’t bother to verbally protest at all.

And if he just sort of sagged into Jaster’s hold, it was because he was just so damned tired, that was it.

He wasn’t some weak, helpless kid who needed to be coddled.

But after a moment, the way that the hard, unyielding angles of Jaster’s vambraces and his spaulders started to dig into him and he put up a half-hearted struggle.

“Hurts.” Jango rasped and Jaster set him back down on the bed carefully.

“Sorry, kid.” Jaster replied roughy and he stroked a few errant curls back from his adopted son’s forehead with unexpected tenderness. “The doctors say you’re going to be okay. You just need to recover here for a few days.”

He was going to be here for days?? Ugh. Jango was about to demand to know why he had to stay here rather than recuperate but his father seemed to read his mind.

“We’re not outfitted with the proper medical equipment we might need if something goes wrong. It’s also probably safer here for you to recover than back at the apartment. The blade we found, it had the Death Watch sigil carved into the hilt. What do you remember about the person who attacked you?”

“His throat is still sore and inflamed from the intubation, it might be best to not talk until it heals.” Plo Koon put in quickly. “Let me see if I can rustle up a holopad or something.”

“Yeah, that would be good, thanks.” Jaster grimaced a little guiltily because he should have realized that himself. “And we don’t have to do this right now if you don’t feel up for it, Jango. The most important thing is that you rest and get better.”

It was tempting to accept that offer and Jango was loath to admit it but just surrendering to the exhaustion and letting his body pull him back into dreamless sleep sounded pretty good right now. His abdomen was beginning to make itself known and the pain had taken on an unpleasant edge.

But he also knew that having a description of the Mandalorian who had attacked him would be helpful to his father. “I can…do it.”

“I’ll be back. I’ll ask one of the med-droids if there is something they can give you for your throat as well, Jango.” Plo offered solicitiously and briefly rested his hand on Jaster’s shoulder before he turned to leave the room.

“I’m sorry. I never wanted you to get hurt. If I had known Death Watch was here on Coruscant, I never would have let any of you leave.”

“Montross?”

Jaster’s expression went grim and his mouth compressed to a thin, angry line. “He’s fine, he was just getting drunk in a kriffing bar.”

“Might have…been target.” Jango pointed out and by now, his throat was on fire so he started to reach for the abandoned water bottle Plo had set down on a nearby tray.

Jaster predicted his intentions and reached over to pick it up so that Jango didn’t have to lever himself up any further.

“I wish them the best of luck trying to take on that miserable shabuir.”

The chiding look his son gave him looked far too old for his young face. “Not his fault.”

Out of the mouth of babes as they said and Jaster had the good grace to look abashed by that unexpected insight from his child.

“Maybe not but he was definitely a factor in what happened. And he had no right just up and disappearing like that. What if he had been the target? They could have gutted him like a fish in a back alley and just left him there to die.”

Instead, they had tried to gut his son instead and that didn’t sit well with Jaster.

“I don’t know what his problem is these days. But if he keeps acting like a di'kutla chakaar then I’m going to have to reevaluate if I want to keep him on as my second in command.

It felt almost heretical to even say that out loud considering how long the two of them had served together. Jaster had seen potential in the hot-headed beroya and had given the lost and directionless young warrior a purpose.

He’d been with him for over a decade and a half and had risen from one of his top lieutenants to his second in command. Yet these days, there was so much anger and resentment in the man, he practically didn’t recognize him anymore.

Now, Jango wasn’t a fan of Montross on the best of days. Unlike Jaster, he’d recognized the source of the man’s problem. He felt threatened by Jango and the place he represented in Jaster’s life. No doubt, Montross had simply assumed that one day when Jaster was ready to hang up his cape and give up being Mand’alor then his faithful second in command would be the most logical choice as successor.

Especially since Jaster had no blood children of his own and had never shown much inclination to settle down and marry a good, strong Mando'ade woman.

Instead, he’d up and rescued Jango and adopted the scrappy young kid and that had upset Montross’s dynastic plans. The ironic part about the whole thing was that while Jaster had made it clear he was training Jango up to potentially take over for him one day, he had no intention on setting up some dynasty.

He wanted the next Mand’alor to be the best possible person it could be. That person would lead based on their own merit and not because of some nepotistic favoritism. He’d also made it abundantly clear to Jango that if he didn’t want the gig, then he wasn’t expected to suck it up and take the position. At the end of the day, he wanted his son to be the best Mandalorian he could be and if that meant he decided to walk away from everything and be a solitary beroya or a ori'ramikad, then so be it.

And Jango appreciated about his father because if he was being honest with himself? The pressure to perform and to be the best verd that he could be was hard enough without people placing further aspirations of him being the next <I>Mand’alor</I> on his shoulders.

Unfortunately….Montross either did not or could not see the writing on the wall and he viewed the teenager as a threat to his position and his future aspirations.

The fact that Jaster did not recognize that was frustrating and concerning to Jango.

“He’s…scared.”

Jaster looked at him as if he’d grown a second head. “Montross? He’s many things but a coward isn’t one of them.”

“Not afraid. Scared….of the future. And of…change.”

Realization settled in before his very eyes and Jaster looked momentarily stunned as he realized what the teen was saying. And once again, he was impressed by the wisdom Jango showed far beyond his meager years.

“You think he’s scared of change? Huh, well he’s in the wrong camp if that’s what he is afraid of. I have never made any bones about my wanting to change the old ways and bring Mandalore to a brighter future.”

“Too much…change. Too soon.” He took another sip from the straw in an attempt to moisten his poor throat again.

“Huh. When did you get so smart, huh? I swear you are an old soul, verd’ika.” Jaster reached out and mussed his hair affectionately and Jango made a half-hearted effort to bat at his hand but he didn’t complain and just stubbornly sucked on his straw instead.

#wip sunday #jaster mereel #jango fett #plo koon #jasplo #jaster/plo #jaster mereel/plo koon #seeds for the future fic #sw fanfiction

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ittakesamistake · 1 year

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I'm sitting at a Starbucks Café right outside the U-Bahn Station Stadtmitte in Berlin, Germany. The area itself is quite beautiful or rather very sleek in its appearance. Several luxury stores can be found nearby. So much so that I'd never noticed that this particular coffee shop was here in the many times I've walked around the area.

I know, I'm at a Starbucks (to be read in a groany ashamed tone), not exactly groundbreaking or going off the beaten path. It's just that today I wanted a place to sit that would feel familiar the coffee size that I ordered would be one that I recognize. (So, a franchise you mean? How novel.)

But much the same as I did when I sat down with my "venti" (ugh) cup of coffee and my blueberry cake, almost everyone who comes in, sits down and what seems to be immediately takes a picture of their coffee. It's like we're all spellbound to the behavior and unable to stop ourselves.

What is it? Is it the fact that we most certainly overpaid for our product and for this moment we felt the thrill of "letting go", of "treating ourselves" which, if they're like me, almost never happens?

I wonder what they're all doing. There's a girl at my 2 o'clock who can't be older than 27. She seems very busy typing away at her laptop. Is she important? Does she have a job? One like I wish I had?

#coffee #coffeshop

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randynova · 3 years

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♡𝓜𝔂 𝓦𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷♡

𝓖𝓾𝓷 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝐴𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, 𝐺𝑢𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑡𝑜 𝐺𝑜𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒.

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𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔(𝑠):𝐹𝑒𝑚!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡(𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝)! 𝐺𝑢𝑛

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“Why couldn’t this have waited until another day?” Gun muttered, unbuttoning his shirt, letting it slide off his taut frame, and neatly folding it, placing it onto the roof of his car. He was glad he hadn't put his jacket on, having left it in his passenger seat. “I can’t dirty my clothes again, [Name] will be mad if I get blood on it.” He rolled his broad shoulders until they released a satisfying crack, his thick muscles bulging as he stretched his arms across his scarred chest. Gun peered at a nearby store, the digital clock displaying in big white numbers, ‘7:45 PM’. He groaned, his lips curling into a scowl whilst his arms fell to his side. He didn’t have enough time to deal with this.

“Hmm, and it’s almost time for our date. Fuck.” Gun whispered to himself. He clenched his fists, narrowing his eyes at the man across from him. He removed his shades and revealed his dark gaze, placing his favorite accessory to his side as well. “I’ll make this quick, Goo. I have more important places to be.”

Goo laughed, grinning in his spot as he balanced a pole in his hands. He rolled his eyes, arching a brow at his partner. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, Gun, maybe if you didn’t spend all your time by [Name]’s side, we could have dealt with this matter much earlier. That girl has you wrapped around her pretty little finger, huh?”

“Shut it,” Gun said, already racing towards the blonde and thrusting his fist, knuckles colliding with metal. Upon the cold sensation meeting his skin, he wanted to absolutely kill Goo and rip him to shreds. This would take longer than he wanted, wasting his already precious, short time. He backed off, having a considerable distance between the two, stretching his fingers a few times before clenching them again. He growled, spitting venomously, “You just like picking fights.”

“You did too. Before you met her, y’know,” Goo tutted, waving his finger in the air. He scoffed, voice low, “Who would’ve thought? Gun going soft for a girl. Psh, pathetic. Never thought I’d live to see the day...” The blonde trailed off, his face becoming stoic, his mind wandering. You truly had to be someone exceptional if you managed to have a guy like Gun to fall for you. He always wondered who you were, how you looked like, what you did, but Gun had kept you a secret from the world of crime. He hid almost every known trace abou you and tied every loose end that implicated you existed. No one knew who you were and no one could find you — unless Gun allowed them to.

Goo found it so irritating how he was unable to know the girl who made such a notorious gangster go soft.

He only met you once and that was by pure sheer luck; dropping by unexpectedly at one of Gun's apartments, only to be met with the sight of you. Seeing how Gun reacted, he knew you were supposed to be kept hush-hush. But boy, did he have a field day the next time he saw the man.

Goo had to meet you again. Or at least, know you more.

Only when Gun’s fist connected with Goo’s face did the man snap out of his thoughts, the impact of such force throwing him a few feet backwards. He dug his feet into the floor, a high-pitched screech coming from his shoes as the rubber burned against the pavement. With his sleeve, Goo wiped his cheek, seeing a speck of blood staining his clothes. Goo chuckled, standing up straight with a grin, “If I can remember right, you told me you got Eli Jang in trouble for basically the same thing. What was her name again? Heather?”

Goo blocked the upcoming attack, his pole raised and crossed above his face. He pushed Gun back with an effortless swing of the pole. He tilted his head and scratched the back of his head with his free hand. “How is [Name] any different from Heather? What does she have on you?”

Gun twisted his neck gently until he heard a crack, looking back at Goo as he hissed with venom, “Nothing.”

“Let me think, let me think….” Goo hummed, racking his mind for any possibility that someone like Gun would stay with a woman longer than one night. His face lit up and he broke out into a wide grin, pointing a finger at Gun. “Aha! You got the poor girl knocked up, right?! See, I always tell you to wear protection! Just couldn’t keep it in your pants, hm? Shaaame.”

“Ugh, fuck no. I don’t want kids and neither does she. We made that clear at the beginning," Gun said with a sneer, annoyed beyond comprehension at Goo's antics.

“Awe, I really thought she held something over you. How about this: I’ll stop fighting you if you tell me why you’re still with such a pretty girl like [Name]? Deal?" Goo offered, slinging the pole onto his shoulder. His eyes darkened as he spat maliciously, knowing each word would wind and rile Gun's emotions. "She deserves better than a perverted gangster, you both know that.”

Gun stayed silent, the corners of his lips tugging down into a frown. Goo’s last words struck a chord in him, sending a pang through his heart upon hearing an insecurity he’ll never admit to. Of course. Everyone told you to stay away from a man like Gun. People kept telling you you will only get hurt in the end, that a better man will come along and sweep you off your feet if you just waited, or you could always do better than him. But you never listened. You stayed by his side, even when the whole world looked down on you two. Even for months, he tried convincing himself he felt nothing for you, but after a while, he finally accepted that someone managed to tear down his walls and enter his hollow, cold heart — you.

You were just a different kind of girl - no- a different kind of woman. A special woman he had the pleasure of meeting. One he wouldn’t dare let go of now that he has the privilege of calling you ‘mine’. And by any god out there, he won’t be a stupid fool to lose you.

Gun sighed. “I tell you and you’ll put this stupid fight behind us, right?”

Goo placed a hand over his chest, replying shortly, “You have my word.~”

“[Name] is just that special person you meet once in your life. One you know you can’t let go of because there isn’t another like her. Simple as that.”

“What?! Ugh, don’t be boring! Tell me more!”

“You asked why I stayed with her and I told you.”

“Yeah, but I expected a story, not some sad attempt at an old man’s wise words.”

A low guttural sound rumbled in Gun’s throat, his eye twitching. “Maybe when I’m in a better mood I’ll tell you, but if you’ll excuse me, I have a date with my woman.”

Goo groaned and tossed his pole to the side, rolling his eyes and grumbling, "Fiiine, but you owe me a story. "

"Whatever—damnit," Gun looked at the clock once again and his face contorted into one of pure irate. "I'm late."

'8:12 PM'

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Your head rested on your hand, balancing a glass of wine between your fingers, twirling the cup as the liquid swished around. Your eyes were looking down on the glory of Gangdong, the shimmering, blinding lights of the city mesmerizing you. The city always looked beautiful at this time of night. You just wished you could enjoy it with the person you cherished. A sigh leaves your lips and you look away, eyes trailing to the other tables over the balcony.

The lingering eyes of many strange men didn't faze you anymore, the two burly boys surrounding your table always making them avert their gaze as fast as it landed. A courtesy of your boyfriend, who was at least thirteen minutes late, who insisted on you needing to be guarded at all times. You knew if he were here, no one would dare to even breathe in your direction, let alone glance.

The cool air pricked your skin and a shiver passed through your body, reminding you of where you were. For a man as smart as him, Gun tended to neglect keeping the season in mind when planning your dates. Nonetheless, you were happy he went out of his way to take you out on such a busy schedule.

You jumped in your seat, snapping out of your thoughts. A jacket was wrapped around your frame, warmth immediately enveloping you as the fabric made contact with your bare skin. You looked up and smiled.

Gun stood behind you, towering over your sitting form as he made sure you were nice and covered. His coat basically swallowed you whole. A small stuffed animal was tucked under his arm, it’s fluffy fur peeking out. He walked over to take his seat, pulling the chair out, and wasting no time to slip in. He waved to the guards and they nodded, beginning to clear the scene of people.

“Sorry I’m late, [Name],” Gun started, taking the stuffie out from underneath his arm and presenting it to you. Oh, how adorable. "I brought you a gift as an apology."

A small brown otter sat in his palms, barely taking up Gun's hands. It’s beady, plastic eyes looked straight at you, a little smile stitched onto its snout. A snort left you. The sight of such a well-dressed, intimidating man carrying such an adorable toy was amusing. "Really now? Just a cute toy, Gun?"

Gun sighed and sat up a bit from his chair, leaning over the table, and cupping your face as he planted a gentle kiss on your cheek. As quick as it started, Gun's lips left and he was seated once again. You pout. "Don't give me that look, [Name]. We can do more at home if you want but not here."

"It's not wrong to be disappointed in no kiss on the mouth after not seeing your boyfriend for such a long time. Don't you think I deserve it?"

Gun smirked, placing his shades on the table and taking your hand, intertwining your fingers together. He gave a light squeeze and you didn't miss a beat as you squeezed his coarse hand back. The way you pursed your lips and looked at him with such glossy, innocent eyes made his heart swell. With such a pretty, cute face, it was hard to say no to you. "Hmm, maybe. But Olly told me you crossed paths with Hostel A." Gun spoke, slipping his hands from yours and picking up his dinnerware, quickly cutting the savory meat into pieces. He didn't hesitate to put a piece up to your mouth, a hand underneath so as to not have the juice leak. "I was told you nearly broke the Uncles' bones and Big Daddy himself."

Your face scrunched up and you scoffed, shaking your head. You placed the stuffed animal to the side, petting it. "Figured those assholes wouldn’t tell you everything. The ‘uncles’ wouldn’t leave me alone and I thought Olly was another one of those bastards,” you snap, sitting back in your seat with a scowl. “How was I supposed to know he was trying to help when he dresses like that? I thought he was trying to assault me for God’s sake!”

Gun placed down his fork on his plate and his face twisted into one of fury, eyes turning cold and rigid as all the warmth disappeared whilst his lips curled back into a nasty frown. You almost thought his infamous scowl was directed towards you, but you knew better. You dear boyfriend wouldn't dare lay a single finger on you if it didn't bring you pleasure. "They what?"

You smiled softly, placing your hand over his as it clenched into a fist. With your small attempt at trying to soothe him by rubbing small circles, you spoke with a bit of hesitation, "Ah, yeah. They kept trying to get my number and wouldn't let me leave the booth I was in. I had no other choice than to use the training you taught me. Since I never met Olly, I really thought he was just another one of them and I reacted before thinking, making me attack him too."

Gun scoffed, shaking his head as he listened to your explanation with disbelief, every word fueling his rage of someone daring to hit on his woman. Every fiber in Gun's body screamed, wanting to feel their skin underneath his fists as he pounded them into oblivion. But the only thing stopping him was his date with you. For now, he'll put his anger aside to be with you and keep you happy. Who knows how long he'll be gone and when he'll see you again. The man has to make every second count.

Yet, he couldn’t let this go unpunished.

"Fuck." Gun leans closer to you and sits on the edge of his chair. Placing his hand over yours, he slips his fingers to grasp your palm, and lifts your hand to his lips, pressing tender kisses against your knuckles. His thumb grazing softly across your fingers and his eyes flutter shut. You couldn't help but stare in awe, never quite seeing him like this.

So careful with you, so gentle, you were surprised he wasn't seething in his seat and threatening to break their heads open. Gun opens his eyes and looks up at you, shaking in his seat. “I promise I’ll have those fuckers begging on their knees for your forgiveness. They should know better than to treat a woman with such rudeness and disrespect. Shit, I’ll go right now. I’ll beat them till-”

Your sweet laugh reaches his ears, cutting him off from his little speech. You lean in and pull in his hand to your lips, pressing a tender peck to his coarse knuckles. Gun felt his heart race and skip a beat at the sight, shock crossing his features. You look up, looking at your boyfriend with mirthful eyes. “As much fun as that sounds, I'd rather you stay here. Please? I want to spend as much time with you before you go back to work.”

The man stayed silent for a few seconds, taking in your words. He looked away, clicking his tongue before he broke out into a small smile, a blush blooming across his cheeks and the tip of his ears burning a bright red. “Of course, [Name]. Though, you could’ve just said you like spending time with me.”

Giggling, you lower your hands and shake your head. “Gun, of course I like spending time with you. You’re my favorite person and I love you after all.” Your voice said those three words with such fondness, it’s as if the man was in a dream.

If your words from before didn’t send Gun over the edge, your proclamation of love surely did now. He looked down, grinning like an idiot, showing a soft, bashful side he’s never revealed to anyone before. He swore his heart would jump out of his throat from how fast it was pounding against his ribcage. Gun grasped your hand tightly and sighed blissfully, Gently, he spoke, gazing at you with loving eyes, “I love you too.”

You smiled.

The tension in the air grew to be too much and both of you found it unbearable, wanting to do what both of you have been waiting for for weeks.

Both of you sat up and leaned over the table, closing the gap between you two as your lips interlocked, slipping together like if you were made for eachother. The kiss sparked and fed the fire both of you held in your hearts, burning brighter with every moment you spent at one another’s side. Gun couldn’t help but smile against your mouth.

As much as he hated being apart from you for so long, moments like these made the long hours worth it. If working so much meant he could provide for you, then he wouldn't mind doing it for the rest of his life if you had a roof over your head and a nice, warm meal at night.

Afterall, you were his woman.

And he loved you.

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Chloe's Lament Part 2

Next part of Chloe's Lament. Chloe begins to learn of the changes to reality from her Wish.

She will not be happy about this.

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When Chloe woke up, the first thing that struck her was the loud banging sounds from somewhere below her.

The second thing was pain.

“I have a headache!” She called out, laying an arm over her sleep mask-covered eyes. Her butler would hear her and respond accordingly, of course. He always did.

“And get them to stop that racket down there!” She flopped on her bed with a huff, waiting for the help to return with aid.

Really, the things she dealt with!

Normally, her butler would arrive immediately, with painkillers and fruit-infused water being presented to her within a minute.

But to her growing frustration, that minute came and passed.

Then two.

Three…

Not that Chloe was counting.

Eventually, it had been five minutes and there was still no word from the man. And to make matters worse, that damn banging from below was only getting louder and increasing her suffering.

“Ugh! Do I have to do everything myself?!”

She ripped off the sleep mask, only to wince at the level of brightness in the room. She was on the top floor with the best visibility but the windows were supposed to be tinted and covered to prevent this very thing!

Once her vision cleared, several things should have stood out as odd.

But the first thing to attract her notice was the sleep mask she had just removed—some cheapo dime-store brand. She tossed the rag away with a shriek.

“Is this a prank?!” She demanded. “That is not my personalized diamond-studded satin custom made facial mask! Jean? Jean!”

There was a ruckus from below. The sound of something being dropped. Footsteps—loud and fast and getting closer. Then the opening of a door.

“Precious! Is everything okay?”

She sneered at the sound of her father’s voice.

“No! My sleep mask was stolen, it’s too bright, my head is KILLING me and no one is getting me anything to help!”

He looked confused at that. “Are you out of Efferalgan in your bathroom cabinet?”

She gave him a look. Why would she have to get up and go to the bathroom for some painkillers when there should be someone to hand them to her?

He gave her a strange look in response. Like he was confused his daughter would expect someone to do something as simple as bringing her painkillers and water.

And water.

Preferably cherry-infused.

Was that really so much to ask? Or even require asking?

“Just…hang on a moment.” He said and left her her bathroom.

Finally.

With nothing to do but wait, she glanced around, noting that…this was not her room.

Not the one she knew, anyway.

The light that had blinded her before was from a central window overlooking the room that so obtrusively settled on her bed. In addition, there was a skylight placed above a nook set behind her bed, which brought more light into the room.

She vaguely recognized the room. Well, by its floor plan, at least. The layout and decor threw her off though. The furniture and items were clearly cheaper than her usual high end designer brands. But she saw aspects that were suited to her tastes. Minute indications of her own touch in the assortment of objects around her. Yellow and white as the themes. Black cushions and aesthetic.

It was…decent. But so beneath her it was embarrassing! These were cheap models! Practically plastic! The bedsheets were…ugh…cotton of all things! The lamps were dim! She was missing her boudoir! And her shoes! And her jewelry! She didn’t even want to imagine the nightmare that was her closet—it was practically a hole in the wall! There was no way it would fit everything!

“Here you are, dear!” Her father said, returning from her bathroom with a glass of water and a pill in hand.

She fought the grimace.

Was this tap water?

Gross!

By his expectant look, he clearly meant for her to drink it.

With her continuing headache and no better option for fast relief, Chloe reluctantly took the proffered items. She was unable to help the slightest grimace before she downed them both.

“Well, if that’s all, I’ll be getting back to setting up for the morning rush. Come downstairs to the bakery when you’re ready.” He looked almost relieved to be leaving.

Chloe barely took notice now that she had what she needed. Instead, she took to contemplating her situation and her new surroundings.

All the furniture aside, this room looked familiar. Not really well known, because Chloe was sure she had never been in such a place before. But…like she had seen it somewhere…TV maybe?

And her Daddykins was here. That meant…wherever she was, it was apparently expected for her to be here.

But where was here?

The last thing she remembered was…

She closed her eyes, straining to think past the pain.

That’s right! Hawk Moth’s offer! The Bee! She was Miracle Queen! And she had just won! She had Ladybug beaten…

Her fists clenched.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng…

It hit her.

This was just like her room!

She had only seen it a couple of times. Once for sure when Sabrina had snuck into her room per Chloe‘s instructions for blackmail material. She happened to glimpse a picture of the room here or there from other people’s phones of times that they had spent in this room—that she had really cared. It was a small and dingy room that had nothing on her glamorous abode at the hotel, which of course, was superior in every way.

She was vaguely reminded of that one show that Marinette hadn’t stopped talking about which had also apparently shown Marinette‘s room, but Chloe honestly hadn’t been bothered enough to watch it, so she didn’t have that to go on. But with what she did know, it was a safe bet to assume that this was some knockoff of Marinette‘s room.

So why was Chloe here? Why was her dad downstairs?

She… she had made the Wish, hadn’t she?

…

What…is this it?

She turned up her nose at the environment around her, completely unimpressed.

Was this dinky little room with its weird setup and tacky decor what the Wish gave her? Why would she be in any copy of Dupain-Cheng’s room layout anyway?

The Wish should have changed reality, that much was clear. There was no way she would be caught dead in Dupain-Cheng’s room otherwise—much less sleeping there like it was her own room!

…unless…it was her room?

Was it?

She had found some aspects of the room to her taste, but did that mean this was hers?

It would explain why she was there. And why her Daddy had come up. He had mentioned her bathroom earlier, then had gone through the nearby door to get a tablet and water from what she could only assume was the bathroom he had spoken of.

…he had mentioned a bakery.

Eyes wide, she stumbled out of bed and to the window. Sure enough, the school was just across the way. And there was a sign out front.

“Bourgeois Bakery”

Chloe stared.

Suddenly, it clicked. The banging from downstairs. Her Daddy talking about a ‘morning rush’. And to come down to the…

…no way!

This place was a bakery! Her Daddy was operating a bakery!

And given her location, it was the same bakery that Marinette’s parents owned originally!

This…

…wait…

…did this mean she was supposed to be Marinette?

She threw her pillow in a fury.

Stupid Wish! This wasn’t at all what she wanted!

You would think all-powerful Wish-granting artifacts would do it right!

“Where are those kwamis?!” She demanded, jumping out of the bed and looking around for anywhere she would keep such important jewels. “I’m going to give them a piece of my mind!”

She had a boudoir along with the various jewelry pieces kept there ranging among a variety of gold and diamonds—all fakes, much to her disappointment. And not a single Miraculous among them.

She slammed the final drawer in with a curse.

Nothing!

If she had the Miraculous, shouldn’t they still be with her? Do they just disappear after being used?

Ugh! Those things really were useless! Utterly useless!

It was when she stood back to full height that she noticed the monthly calendar. There were the standard holidays, but also a weekly appointment every Friday evening with some ‘Bridgette’. What was that? A spa day?

She shot a glance to her reflection in the mirror and grimaced. She definitely needed one. She could just feel all the oils on her skin!

But more to the point, there was one day circled on the calendar.

‘Start of School’

She grabbed her phone—an older, obsolete model with a glittery but fake casing—and checked the date.

That…

That was today.

It was the first day of school. A…

She checked the date again, and sure enough, it was a year ago!

Had the Wish taken her back in time?

She froze, realization hitting her.

This was the first day of school. The same day as the first akuma attack.

And when Ladybug first appeared.

That meant…she was sent back in time to the day Marinette would become Ladybug.

It was a year in the past. She wasn’t at the hotel. Her room was in a bakery. Her father was working as a baker. She was Marinette now.

That meant…

She giggled, feeling a giddiness rise within her.

Today was the day she becomes Ladybug!

It looks like the Wish did something right, after all!

Chloe grinned, spinning away from the mirror and to her closet.

She had to get ready! She had to prepare the perfect outfit! Something for the day she becomes a hero!

No. THE hero!

She knew how the Ladybug worked. Hell, she knew the akumas to come. With her prior knowledge and skills, she would know how to use the yoyo and how to use the Lucky Charm better than the old Ladybug ever did! She’d have every akuma in the bag!

Hell, maybe she could force the Ladybug kwami to tell her where the Guardian is so she can get the other Miraculous, too! That way, she could have both the Ladybug AND the Bee again.

And her Adrikens would be her partner! To support her! To stay by her side! Just as it should be!

She paused, something niggling at the back of her brain. There was something she was forgetting.

A glance around the room as she wondered

Of course, the full extent of the change and just what that meant didn’t really hit her until she went downstairs and actually saw her father.

The poor man was in the middle of retrieving a pan lined with croissants from the unbearably hot oven, his hair contained in…fishnet? Latex? Whatever the cafeteria cooks wore when she had no choice but to eat from the school’s lunchroom.

Gross! He looked like a lunch lady!

He didn’t seem to notice her, too busy dancing around the kitchen and checking over the…whatever pastries those were and just looking proud of himself.

Daddykins, no. You’re better than this! How could you be reduced to such a state?

He seemed to notice her staring. “Are you feeling better?” He asked, looking concerned.

“Er…yeah.” She replied. She wasn’t, really, but she couldn’t tell him that. He could try to have her stay home and how would she get to see the fruits of her labors from there?

“Ah good!” He said cheerfully. “It is the first day of the new school year, and you certainly want to…” He hesitated, “…start off on the right foot.”

A pause. He looked at her expectantly, but she had no idea what he was getting at.

He shook his head and turned away for a moment to grab a box before coming back and presenting it to her.

Clearly he wanted her to take it, so she sighed and took hold of the box. A peek inside revealed a number of macarons.

For her? Now this was what she was talking about!

“Oh, Daddykins! You shouldn’t have!”

“Yes,” he said with a nod. “I figured it would be a great way to start off the new year by sharing them with your classmates.”

Ugh. Seriously? All happy feelings vanished in an instant and she shot him a petulant look.

“Why should I have to share?” She demanded.

He hesitated.

She glared, tapping her foot in a clear indication of wanting an answer. Or preferably for him to just say they were all hers.

“It’s a new year and a new start.” Andre said, smiling nervously. “Maybe it’s time to just let bygones be bygones?“

It was a stupid question and she sure let him know it. She stared at him flatly, causing him to wilt.

Andre sighed.

“I know you don’t like her, but…” he hesitated. “Please, just try to get along?”

She blinked.

“Her?”

Wait.

Wait…

It suddenly struck her.

If she was Dupain-Cheng now…

That meant Marinette was in her shoes!

She grinned.

Marinette would be her bully! She’d be the rich bitch daughter of the Mayor and loathed by Paris while Chloe would be—

The one everyone rallied around.

The one Adrikens adored.

The one chosen as Ladybug!

She would have it all!

Part of her hoped the other girl would know about the previous reality…just so she could shove it in her face!

“Just take it slow,” he continued, unaware of her true thoughts. “And then you can report about it to Bridgette at your counseling session on Friday.”

Wait—counseling?

Seeing her expression, he held up his hands in a gesture of peace.

“I know you don’t like it, but it was part of the agreement. You need to make a better impression this year, sweetie.”

“What?”

“She’s the daughter of the Mayor. I’m not sure we can take another…” He trailed off before shaking his head and looking at her imploringly. “You understand, right?”

Oh.

She got it!

“Of course, Daddykins!”

Clearly Dupain-Cheng was abusing her influence, just as she thought!

She had to hand it to the girl…a part of her hadn’t been quite convinced that she would go quite that far. But that just proof that Marinette Dupain-Cheng wasn’t so perfect and that even she would be the same as Chloe once in her position!

Chloe knew she would have to bear with the mistreatment for now. No matter how much it would grate her. It would suck to have to have to accept it for any period of time.

Still, it would be worth it! It just meant even more ammunition to use against her once Chloe was Ladybug!

She didn’t even notice the look of concern he gave her or his weak goodbye as she left the bakery with the box in hand. She was too wrapped up in her own thoughts. Particularly her plans.

And what plans they were!

So what if Maribrat had Chloe’s wealth? It wasn’t like she knew the first thing about status or being a symbol. No, Ladybug did that for her and she didn’t even use it right! Not like Chloe would.

She smirked to herself, imagining the future.

Well, as soon as she got the Miraculous, taking the pigtailed down a peg would be the first thing on her list. Maybe a dip in the Seine? Or ‘accidentally’ getting her hit by an akuma or two?

Why limit it to her personally? If Ladybug spoke out against the mayor, who would vote for him? From what she remembered of Marinette’s dad, that oaf had no business being in politics anyway! Then there was the hotel, which would no doubt be a mess with him in charge anyway.

And best of all, she thought with glee, with a word from Paris’s favorite hero, Dupain-Cheng could be implicated as an ally of Hawk Moth.

Who wouldn’t believe it? If Marinette was in Chloe’s place, that meant she had to be a brat despised by Paris. Everyone would likely jump at the excuse to run her out of the city!

It was slightly disappointing that the former Ladybug wouldn’t know why the new Ladybug was so against her or that she had even been replaced, but she didn’t deserve answers anyway.

For once, Chloe was getting everything she wanted. It was like the Universe itself was on her side! Chloe would be the hero with all the Miraculous and status just as she’d always deserved. And everyone would automatically see it and love her while they would already recognize Marinette as the selfish bitch Chloe always knew she was!

It was a win/win for Chloe and all her fans—which was the best kind of win for Chloe.

Sure, it meant she would have to suffer the loss of her basic comforts like a butler, the latest in fashion and accessories, and easy immediate access to a luxury spa for now…but it would be worth it in the long run.

…maybe not the luxury spa. She would kill for the hotel’s oils and masseuse. But she would just have to deal with, ugh, scheduling with a four star locale in the meantime.

It’s for the greatest good, she reminded herself, looking mournfully at her chipped nails.

And besides, she didn’t have to suffer for long.

Today was the first day of school, which signified the first appearance of Ladybug! This was the day she achieved her destiny! Once she became Ladybug, she would be back on top!

So what if her dad was a baker instead of a hotel owner this go around? Who said it had to stay that way? Just as she could use her position to defame the Dupain-Chengs and ruin Marinette, she could endorse the bakery for free publicity. Do special promotions and deals for money. Or even better! She could make the city pay her for her work!

After all, how much was her Miracle Cure worth, really? How much would the city be willing to pay for her to fix the damage caused by akuma fights? It was only what she was owed; the least they could do is compensate her for her time.

Really, it was Marinette’s own fault for not taking advantage while she could. She could’ve been an idol or the city’s star. She could have used the Miraculous to create an army. Hell, Hawk Moth should have been nothing against her! And instead, she just…wasted her potential. On things like loose zoo animals or out of control helicopters, no less!

Chloe wouldn’t make the same mistakes.

And now that Chloe was set to be the city’s hero…

Even if Marinette was rich (for now), it would be nothing compared to what Chloe would have. She would be Paris’s hero! The BEST hero! And unlike that has-been, she at least would use Ladybug’s power and status right!

She didn’t need to be the daughter of the Mayor! Her Mother was still THE Style Queen, Audrey Bourgeois. Adrien Agreste was still her best friend. She was still Chloe Bourgeois, the best thing to happen to Paris! And now as Ladybug, she would still be back on top and ruling Paris in no time!

And it would all start once she got to school.

“Get out of my way!” She exclaimed, shoving some old fart taking his sweet time walking, sending him to the ground and out of her way.

Move aside, peons!

Her destiny awaits!

Back at the intersection, Chloe never noticed the way the elderly gentleman cast her a judging stare from his position on the ground. Or his muttering.

“No, definitely not.”

“Are you okay?” Came a voice.

“Ah, yes!” He replied, accepting the offered hand and taking stock of the girl it belonged to. She was young. In college, likely. “Thank you, young lady!”

“Of course!” She smiled, handing him back his cane. “Do you need help getting home from here? That looked like quite a fall.”

“But don’t you have somewhere to be?” He asked.

“Just school, but I can spare a few minutes if you need…?”

“There is no need for that.” He shook his head. “I will be fine, thank you for your concern.”

Yes, he decided with a smile as he watched her go, this one will do.

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Ugh, walking. Who invented such a thing? She couldn’t wait until she had a personal limo again. This was so not good for her!

Chloe continued plotting as she walked, magnanimously choosing to consider this as part of the reason for revenge instead of its own thing.

And speaking of revenge! Let’s see…

She scrunched her face, trying to remember the events of the first day of school.

There had been that fight with Marinette over her seat. ‘My seat now’, she realized with glee. ‘Which means I’ll be back next to Adrikens!’

Where she should be.

And if she and Dupain-Cheng were now supposed to be switched, that meant ‘the horrible bully Marinette’ would be picking on ‘poor sweet little Chloe’.

She couldn’t wait!

‘Let’s see how you handle being in my shoes, Dupain-Cheng!’

She giggled to herself, ignoring the weirded out looks she was getting from some passing students.

Or the way the other students in general seemed to give her a wide berth.

As they should for the real Queen Bee of this school!

She was already imagining how this was going to go. And with the classroom only a few feet ahead, her vindication was already so close she could taste it!

Except when she finally arrived at the class, it was immediately clear that something wasn’t right.

Dupain-Cheng was there as expected. With her same kiddie pigtails and her pink and grey ensemble with polka-dots—what kind of designer was she anyway?

What wasn’t expected, however, was that Cesaire was already was there as well.

Originally, Cesaire defended Dupain-Cheng and they became friends. If things played out the same, shouldn’t Cesaire be coming in late? Or standing up to Dupain-Cheng here? If anything, they already seemed to be friends.

Unless Cesaire was Dupain-Cheng’s tool like Sabrina had been for her?

It made sense that this new reality would swap more around, she reasoned.

Except…

Chloe frowned. Now that she was actually close enough to the classroom, she could see the classmates gathered into a sort of half circle around Dupain-Cheng and her follower. And as she reached the doorway, she could more clearly hear what they were saying.

“—at the Le Grand Paris.” Marinette said, gesturing to Alya with a smile.

“Wow!”

“So cool!”

“That’s awesome! So you’ve just been staying at the hotel until you can get settled in?”

Alya nodded, smiling. “Yeah. At least for a little while until we could get our own apartment. Mr. Dupain-Cheng was really accommodating. Luckily, we didn’t need it for long before Mom found something. She didn’t want to take advantage of his generosity, but it’s just really amazing that he was willing to offer us room and board just to have Mom as part of his staff!”

Chloe raised a nose in disgust.

Who ever heard of such a thing?! What hotel made any profit letting people stay for free?

“We met when I was cleaning rooms and she offered to help!” Marinette explained brightly.

Chloe nearly gagged.

Cleaned?

Marinette…actually cleaned the hotel?

Why do something that gross?

That’s what the help was for! And Sabrina.

Speaking of, where was she?

Chloe glanced around, but Sabrina was nowhere to be seen amongst the classmates.

Maybe the Wish had done more than switch her with Dupain-Cheng? Maybe Cesaire and Sabrina had been switched as well? So that meant Sabrina should be the new transfer, right?

No wait, that didn’t add up. She had just walked in on Cesaire being introduced.

Sabrina was probably just her best friend, then.

She nodded.

That was good enough, she supposed. At least if she couldn’t have her necessities from the hotel, she still had Sabrina to take care of the more mundane tasks for her.

Unaware of her thoughts, Marinette had continued talking to the others unhindered.

“—said she would be coming to Francios Dupont, and I knew I had to introduce her. She’s new, so be nice.” She instructed, giving a stare to Kim in particular. “Kim.”

The taller boy raised his hands in surrender. “Fine, fine. I’ll give her a week before any challenges.”

Alya raised an eyebrow. “Challenges? Dare I ask?”

Everyone groaned.

“No dares.” Nino begged, covering his face with his hat. “Please. Kim is bad enough every year. I still can’t look at the hotel without remembering what happened last time…”

“Yeah, your dumb dare got us banned from the hotel’s pool for a month!” Alix said, pointing at Kim, who shrugged helplessly.

“Speaking of the hotel!” Marinette cut in, pulling out her tablet. “I convinced my dad to let us do this year’s work study at the hotel.” She tapped her tablet. “I have a little bit of influence over what they’ll choose as assignments, so we can try to come up with roles everyone will like.”

“Hey yeah! That sounds awesome!”

The classmates crowded the desk, chatting excitedly.

“So where will everyone go?”

“Maybe Kim and Max in security? Or Alix and Max in security, so Kim could work the pool area.”

“As a lifeguard?” Kim asked cheerfully. “I’ve done some training, after all.”

Marinette sent him a wry look and pretended to be thinking it over. “Hmm, I don’t know. Maybe as a pool cleaner?”

Kim pouted. “No fair, Mari!”

“Hey, it would do you some good to learn the cleaning process for the pools you use so much.” Mylene said, half jokingly and half pointedly, making Kim lower his head and groan.

Marinette giggled a little. “Well at any rate, I’ve set up a list of all the different jobs at the hotel so people can mark their top preferences. Between all the options, everyone is bound to find something that’ll suit them best.”

She sent Adrien a knowing look. “And of course Adrien will be in the kitchen.”

Adrien beamed at that.

Not that Chloe noticed.

“Kitchen?!” Chloe squawked. “You’re going to make my Adrikens work in a dirty old kitchen?!”

She had known Marinette would be bad, but how dare she punish Adrikens like that? She could just see it now! Her poor Adrikens, forced to slave away in a room meant for servants like…like he was a servant! Where he could get covered in grime and burn his precious skin!

Everyone frowned at her, as if she was the one being ridiculous!

The boy in question raised his hand.

“But I want to—”

“That is a flagrant abuse of power!” Chloe shouted, slamming a hand on the desk. “She’s making Adrikens work like a maid! What if his father hears about this?!”

Adrien wilted in on himself.

“The kitchen isn’t dirty or old.” Marinette said, sounding annoyingly calm with a terseness in her tone that Chloe had heard some service workers use when dealing with particularly difficult customers—though why they used it with her was beyond her. It was as if Marinette was acting like she the reasonable one dealing with an unreasonable customer or something. “They just finished the remodeling three months ago, we clean it regularly, and all of our utensils and equipment are taken good care of.”

“That’s not the point!” Chloe shouted. “How could you use my Adrikens in such a way? Gabriel Agreste would never approve when he hears about this!”

Because he would be hearing about this! Chloe would make sure of it!

“I could just explain to Mr. Agreste that this would be for good publicity.” Marinette suggested. “I’m sure he would allow it.”

She knew it! There were really no lows she wouldn’t go to!

“You’re really pushing this! And you call yourself Adrikens’ friend!” Chloe pointed at Marinette accusingly. “Just because your Daddy’s the Mayor doesn’t mean you can treat people like they’re lesser than you!”

Marinette frowned, looking uncertain as her gaze flickered between the others.

Hah! Even in Chloe’s position, Marinette still wavered easily and she couldn’t hide her insecurities to save her life. It was why she always gave in in the end! Anyone would roll over someone showing such an obvious weakness!

Hell, she may not even need to wait to see her taken down. This was a perfect opportunity to lead everyone in rising up against her tyranny.

After a few seconds, she turned back to face Chloe, no doubt to attack her for challenging her and show her true colors—

“Chloe, are you okay?”

Huh?

“My Dad just runs the Hotel. He isn’t the Mayor.”

What?!

“My Mom is. You met her at your…” She hesitated, sending the others a glance before lowering her voice, “…meeting, remember?”

She had to bite her tongue regarding the ridiculousness of Dupain-Cheng’s mother being the Mayor. Was that woman even a French citizen?

But it was the other part of Marinette’s statement that concerned her. What meeting? What was she even getting at? Why was she trying to be quiet about it.

Nevermind! She’d worry about that later!

“It doesn’t matter!” Chloe shouted, forcing Marinette to back away. “The fact is that you can’t just throw your weight around to get your way and treat people however you like! And I’m not the only one who feels that way!” She exclaimed, turning to the classmates in expectation.

…only to get a number of blank or confused stares in response.

“Um, what are you even talking about?” Alya asked incredulously.

What?

“Yeah, dude! Marinette doesn’t treat anyone that way.” Nino added.

What?

“The only one who pulls that sort of thing is you.” Said Nathaniel bitingly.

Since when does that loser talk?

And also, what?!

“And aren’t you supposed to be leaving Marinette alone?” Alix asked, giving Chloe a pointed look.

What even was that about?

“I thought that was the agreement.” Mylene said quietly.

Seriously?! Was everyone on her side?

They were supposed to be silent! Or judging the Mayor’s brat! That’s what they did with Chloe! Instead, they were jumping to her defense!

“Are you serious?” She demanded. “Like she doesn’t abuse her power and authority to push people around!”

“Of course not!” Marinette insisted. And then to Chloe’s rage, seemed to draw herself up even more, actually looking confident and self assured in a way Chloe herself had never felt in her place. “As the daughter of the mayor, I have to set a good example.”

Ex…

Example?

What even was that?

Unaware of Chloe’s short-circuiting, she continued. “And Chloe, I wouldn’t force anyone to do a role that they don’t want. That’s why I brought the list here for the class to review first.” She gestured to her tablet. “That way everyone has a chance to pick what roles they want and we can avoid the ones no one wants to do. How is that a bad thing?”

It wasn’t, admittedly. But Marinette wasn’t supposed to be the one doing it! That was the problem!

“And who put you in charge?!” Chloe demanded of Marinette. “Why are you deciding where we’ll do the work study? What, are you using the Class Rep position to flaunt your family’s hotel?”

It would make sense. Chloe had been the Class Rep for years originally. If Marinette was her…

Marinette just gave her a strange look.

“No. I’m not Class Rep, remember?”

Chloe balked.

“What?”

“Chloe, did you hit your head?” Marinette asked, sounding worried. She held a hand out in offering. “Do you need to go to the Nurse’s Office?”

Chloe jerked away from the girl’s outreached hand. Why would Dupain-Cheng still be acting…nice?

Clearly she must still be pretending!

“Nevermind that! If you aren’t the Class Rep, then who is?”

“Your benevolent dictator is here!” Came a voice. A familiar voice. The last one Chloe expected.

“Hey, Class Rep.” Marinette said, giving Chloe a pointed look while waving to the person behind her.

Chloe turned slowly. She had to force herself to move. The strain made it feel like her bones were creaking.

Behind her, Sabrina stood tall with a tablet in hand and looking…surprisingly well for a new reality as a lackey of someone other than Chloe. She almost didn’t recognize her.

Chloe stood straight, expecting the standard greeting.

To her shock, Sabrina didn’t even look at her, instead moving past her to…

“Wow, Marinette! Nice jacket!” Sabrina said first thing in greeting as she moved over to the other girl in interest.

Marinette blushed at the praise. “Thanks! My dad got me some new fabric and I was inspired to try this style!” She gave a wink. “Now this is just a test run to see how it works out.”

“It certainly looks comfortable.” Sabrina said in awe.

Were…were they ignoring her?

“I have some of the material left.” Marinette said. “I could make you your own for your birthday if you want?”

Oh gag! Why would anyone want Marinette’s tacky creations instead of the latest in season creation?

And there was Sabrina looking like that was something to be excited about!

Oh no! Without Chloe to guide her, she had lost any sense of fashion! No matter how much fuller her hair was or how she no longer looked like a strong wind could blow her away!

Clearly, her life was a tragedy without Chloe!

“And I checked like you asked.” Marinette continued, unaware of Chloe’s glare. “My Dad said we could do the work study at his hotel.”

“Thank you!” Sabrina cheered. “That’ll be one less thing to worry about.”

“Yeah, we were talking about that when you came in.” Marinette explained.

Chloe glared pointedly at the girl over the way she was blatantly ignoring that they had been in the middle of Chloe calling her out! Seriously, what was the point of getting to tell people off for their flaws if they were going to ignore you and pretend it never happened! Really! You can’t just ignore the truth like that!

“We were discussing what positions everyone wanted.” Mylene said. “Even if we can’t get the exact ones we’d like, there’ll at least be options.”

“Juleka and I can clean the ball room!” Rose exclaimed. “It will give us a chance to check the acoustics of the room. We’ve been wondering about the effects and what to expect if our band ever plays in such an area.“

Nino looked intrigued at that. “Hey, that does sound like a good idea. Maybe sign me up for that as well?” He asked, turning to Marinette before mumbling to himself about the echo effect on his beats.

Marinette gave him a nod before turning back to Rose. “I heard you guys just started, didn’t you?“

Rose nodded, beaming. “It’s so much fun!”

Marinette smiled and marked it down on her list. “Then I’ll suggest that for you.”

She paused for a moment, hesitating in clear unwillingness to continue before giving a strained smile.

“And Chloe...”

“How about trash cleanup?” Alix snarked, giving the girl a dark look.

“Excuse you?!” Chloe shouted in outrage. “Do you know who my daddy is?!”

The looks she was given were completely unimpressed.

“A baker?”

“And not even a good one.”

"Hey, his croissants are all right."

Chloe blanched, remembering that her father wasn’t the mayor in this world.

He wasn’t even rich.

He was just a baker now. A simple ordinary not even very good baker who was barely keeping his head above water trying to maintain his business and manage his teenage daughter.

And that made Chloe…

Nothing.

Her go to tactic now had no power.

But…but Sabrina! She realized in a flash that her minion was apparently the Class Rep! She could have her back her!

But when she spun around to look, the girl had actually just abandoned her and the gathering altogether to sit next to Mylene of all people! Mylene! And they were just…chatting! Since when did those two spend time together! And why wasn’t Sabrina there for her?!

“Chloe!” Came the only voice worth listening to.

Oh, Adrikens! Of course you would always be there for her!

She spun to him in expectation. Because of course her Adrikens would be on her side! Her savior! Her only ally against such cruel tyranny—

But he didn’t look happy. Or in any way amicable to her. “Don’t forget!” He whispered sharply to her. “You’re still on probation! You can’t start another commotion before the first class of the school year has even started!”

Chloe blinked.

Pro…

Probation?

…

Her?!

“How am I on—?!”

It was impossible! She had never had a criminal record! She’d never even committed a crime! Or anything that warranted getting in trouble over!

Regardless of what Ladybug said, since she clearly had it out for her.

“Just leave Marinette alone.” Adrien whispered, turning her away from the rest of the group and…her. “Please.”

She didn’t want to. There were so many questions and so many things she wanted to demand right now. She was very well inclined to make demands regardless, because she didn’t know what was going on and she needed answers.

But it was her Adrikens asking.

And she didn’t have much chance to say anything else as Bustier had chosen that time to arrive.

“Welcome back, everyone!” The woman greeted cheerfully. Her arrival cut off all other discussion as the students made their way to their desks. “I hope everyone had a good break and that we’re all ready to start the new year.”

A chorus of affirmations followed as everyone took their seats.

Everyone except Chloe, who was glancing around the room in confusion.

None of this was right.

She had expected to fight with Marinette over her seat to get to sit behind Adrien, but he was sitting at the back next to Nathaniel. And Marinette was sitting in the mid row on the other side from him, pulling Alya to sit next to her. But if she wasn’t sitting behind Adrien, what was even the point of challenging her for her seat?

…where even was Chloe’s seat?

She would have sad next to Sabrina, but that traitor hadn’t moved from her spot next to Mylene and left no room for Chloe! And nobody else was calling Chloe over—so if someone else had taken Sabrina’s place as her best friend, she had no way of even knowing who it was!

“Chloe,” Bustier called to her, ever so gently. “Your seat is up at the front, remember? As we discussed the last time we met.” She gestured to the bench at the front.

It was across the one Chloe had sat at previously, being the front desk closest to the door. And to her frustration, there was no one sitting with her! How else was she supposed to get her assignments copied? And wasn’t that the seat that loser, Nino, had been put in because he got in trouble? Chloe wasn’t in trouble though!

Adrien’s words about probation hit her, making her wince.

…was she?

She wanted to ask. She wanted to stomp her foot and demand the answers she deserved.

But Bustier was staring at her expectantly. And she could hear some giggles and snickering from behind her the longer she waited. She glanced back to Adrikens, but…he wasn’t even looking at her! He was conversing with Nathaniel over something on his sketchbook!

How could a sketchbook be more important than his best friend?!

With little other choice, Chloe slid into the front desk, blushing furiously in humiliation and trying to ignore everyone behind her.

It didn’t matter.

None of them mattered!

None of this would matter once she got the Miraculous and put Dupain-Cheng in her place! Then everyone would know SHE was the Queen Bee!

She was sure of it!

#ml fic #chloe's lament #chloe bourgeois #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #kwami swap #plagg #be careful what you wish for #chloe is not careful #chloe is a horrible person #miracle queen

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