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Running to the drawing board to finish up an official doodle of their uniform RN!! Angst can wait
…so I MAY or MAY NOT be doing a thing I talked about earlier..
..anyways..
For now the squad is
Rammie
Momo
And Billy - who belongs to @darktapufifi
(Bc in a reblog they asked and I figured why not lolz)
THIS IS STILL A WIP FOR THE NEXT COUPLE HOURS
Space rider AU belongs to @onyxonline
I thought that Thomas Flyswatters theme sounded like a Undertale ost so I made this
Debated posting this for a while because. yknow. but i figured it was all artistic enough that it couldn't hurt to share. Odysseus and Penelope truly are the only couple ever tbh, i love how much they love each other <3 Referenced from "Paulo e Virginia" by Puttinati
(Also, my commissions are open!)
Upcoming character cards!
in file order, not release order, obviously. since the alan one is coming out in like 11 hours as of my posting this.
Edward City("Midnight Shower" - jp 「夜来の雨とはぐれ妖」 "Overnight Rain And Stray Beauty") I'm pretty sure this one is the same as the one used in an ad! It's nighttime so that transparent umbrella is safe right. . .?
Haku City("Riverside Gloaming" - jp 「行く川の流れに身を委ね」 Surrender Oneself To The Flow Of The River) This one was also used in an ad? The unique skill is "Fulfilling Days"(jp 「日常の満喫」 "Having Your Fill Every Day") and its fully awakened form is "Mature Joke"(jp 「大人のジョーク」 "Adult Joke") so. . .well, we know how Haku is.
Alan Onsen("Nighttime Soak" - jp 「男身一つ、露天参り」 "Visiting The Open Air [Bath] In Nothing But His Own Body") comes out in about 12 hours! The image from it was also used in an ad before. also the english name for the unique skill for this one is called "Swole" idk why but i think that's so funny. . . .
Upcoming warding cards!
these should go with the above cards, in order, unless i'm mistaken.
Arduous Excursion (jp 「お出掛けも一苦労」 "Even Going Out Is A Struggle")
Reluctant Tourist (jp 強制観光ツアー「」 "Forced Sightseeing")
Unhurried Morning (jp 「穏やかな目覚め」 "Peaceful Waking")
Upcoming cosmic bonds!
as usual i don't currently have a way of seeing who's in each of these, so it's gonna be a surprise for everyone haha. Usually they have at least one of the upcoming units in them though!
Stormbringers (jp 「嵐を呼ぶ男たち」 "Men Who Cause A Commotion") (i'd say it's safe to say Towa is in this one but i thought that about the 'Words Unspoken' one too so.)
Glimmer In The Abyss (jp 「諦観の闇を照らす輝き」 "Glimmer That Illuminates The Darkness Of Resignation")
Palace Of Pleasures (jp 「娯楽の殿堂」 "Palace of Pleasures") ('pleasures' can be 'amusement' or 'recreation' and so on. may not be as suggestive as it sounds. maybe.)
Walking The Line (jp 「最も向こう側に近い場所」 "The Place Closest To The Other Side") ('other side' here is 'other side', 'opposite side', or 'opposite party' not afterlife. . .that i'm aware of.)
as always, take my japanese translations with a grain of salt because I'm extremely out of practice and, most importantly, remember that units will always be rerun! don't go crazy with spending! You'll get another chance within the coming months! Also, thanks to @2flowerz for sharing the ad art they see shared on the subreddit!
Ah could I be tagged for all future posts too?? I love all of your work 🥰
hello!! yes yes! you're now in my permanent taglist ☺️
‘𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞…’ 𝐦𝐲𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬;
✞ pairing: alternative!yoongi x reader (afab) ✞ type: drabbles ✞ genre: filthy smut ✞ status: new&ongoing
disclaimer: this is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. yoongi is used solely as a face and a name for the story. this is not a representation of real-life scenarios.
➷.𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 — coming soon!!
➷.𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 — coming soon!!
➷.𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡 — coming soon!!
➷.𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 — coming soon!!
➷.𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐩 — coming soon!!
➷.𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 — coming soon!!
➷.𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐠 𝐨𝐧 — coming soon!!
➷.𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 — coming soon!!
➷.𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 — coming soon!!
➷.𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 — coming soon!!
… + 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞.
© 𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑. ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴏʀ ᴄᴏᴘʏ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ.
dream girl
synopsis;; l/n y/n finally goes off to college after a gruesome last year of high school! And, boy, is she excited! With college comes new people, new environments, new classes, and roommates! Of course, ever the people pleaser, y/n follows her roommates whims and does whatever they say. Only after a series of strange events and a handful of new friendships does she truly strike out on her own and decide to make decisions for herself.
pairings;; osamu miya x reader / suna rintaro x reader / sakusa kiyoomi x reader / matsukawa issei x reader / iwaizumi hajime x reader / oikawa tooru x reader
genre;; college!au, smau, crack, angst, multiple endings (maybe poly/harem ending? who knows), fluff
warnings;; female! reader, drug use/alcohol use, swearing, sexual themes, vulgar language, violence (like,,, a small fight type violence), unhealthy relationships/friendships (not between you or the pairings), unedited writing, more tags will be added
status;; finished !!
taglist;; !closed!
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THIS IS SO MOTIVATING OMG😭😭😭
did you describe the things out loud or to yourself?
i shifted!
i’m still in limbo.
i shifted to a new teen fame dr for a few minutes last night but i ended up falling back to sleep and woke up here LMAO.
here’s a sc of me explaining what i did to a friend of mine who also shifts;
i wasn’t following a specific method either. i was just doing what felt right. and the affirmations weren’t like the normal ones we see on tiktok. i would change them to make it more personal to myself, and my dr.
we can shift
we will shift
we are master shifters
shifting is easy for us
this?? was such a ride,, holy fuck
i love binna and y/ns friendship sm😭😭😭 the way she wanted to walk together despite not knowing if theyre even going the same way. THE WAY binna without hesitation stands up for y/n😭🥺 god i love them sm,,
we get to know more about y/n!! why shes the way she is. appreciate knowing more about her in the second chapter already :O and we learn about how she hides her panic attacks :((( "shoving them in" i really hope she tells one of the boys,, or maybe theyll catch her before or during one, well see ig😮
can we talk about how chaotic the entire mirror thingy is/pos. and the entire scene with jimin and y/n, i loved it to pieces😫😫 she just falls on him and worries about whether or not hes okay, while hes flirting🙄😔 lil shit/j
and her just getting a text message from binna with😭😭 her apologising but needing to send more bts pics, nd its that one jimin performance AAA i love them.
jimin wanting to work after getting pushed to the floor🙄🙄 this man,,
AND THE CAMERAS!!! i hope y/n is gonna be okay😔🤞 what if they think shes a sasaseng fan or smthin😫😭 oh naur,,
once again, amazing chapter !!! ur writing is so fluid and natural. and its just😡😡😡 SO GOOD /pos. i truly cany wait what u have for us in the next chapter :))) i wonder if anyone from the boys has seen y/n in their reflection or smthin. WJAT IF ONE OF THEM COMES OUT OF HER MIRROR NEXT CHAPTER?? AAA im very excited for what comes next 😫😫
Call Me Crazy
Rating: T
Word Count: 6.7k
Warning(s): briefly implied racism, Y/N experiences paranoid thoughts, panic attacks, head injury
Summary: When Y/N gets her hands on the newest Samsung phone, she thinks at most she’ll get a little clout with her friends and fewer dropped calls. A direct portal to BTS? Not so much.
Genre(s): Strangers to Friends to Lovers| Crack Treated Seriously| Fluff| Comedy| Romance| Magical Realism
Tags: bts x reader | ot7 x reader | poly| FM!POC!reader
Ch.1 Ch.2: Star-Crushed
A/N: Hello, hello! Crashing in from life as a college student (why do I keep doing this omg) to provide another update! 😌 Feels like the true upturning of poor Y/N’s orderly life starts here. I also feel like OT7 fics haven’t been updated as much lately so this is my humble contribution. 🙇🏽♀️ I had so much fun with this chapter! So please feel free to tell me what you think? 🥺
Some habits were hard to shake. So despite having the day off, she woke up at seven sharp. Rolling over to squint across the room and find Binna still sleeping, she proceeded to shuffle out of bed.
Thoughts of how to spend her day floated vaguely through her head as she shut the bathroom door behind her.
People would be surprised, she imagined, to find that she didn’t plan every minute of every day—she just planned the productive hours of most days.
In high school, Y/N had been voted most likely to become a CEO before age thirty, and there were far worse superlatives to be associated with.
Maybe there was even some truth to that one, but it was coincidental. She was now studying business with every intention of climbing the corporate ladder to the very top.
There had never been a doubt about how she would go about achieving her goals, either. Y/N was focused, level-headed and disciplined—according to teachers past and present.
But a small feeling of dissatisfaction she just couldn’t quash kept surfacing as of late. Somewhere along the line friends; family, maybe even classmates, professors and acquaintances, had come to think of her as predictable.
No, they didn’t phrase it in that way exactly, but it couldn’t be much more obvious. Spontaneity was not her strong suit, admittedly. But somehow the fact that people thought she was chained to routine and sameness made her feel…pathetic.
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COLLEI ???????????? NO WAYYYYYY
spots on!
THIRTY-EIGHT / i should have known
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warnings: mentions of violence/murder, mention of cheating kinda, that’s it afaik
word count: 4.5k (sorry)
THE LAST FEW DAYS HAD BEEN A WHIRLWIND OF EMOTIONS. Not only were you still trying to decide how to proceed on your Chat Noir issue, you were also battling a never ending wave of anxiety.
You had never been invited to a fancy event before—and definitely not a fashion event. You still couldn’t believe you had gotten an invitation to the Choi Designs launch party. For the last few weeks you had known about it, you’d spent every second you weren’t thinking about Chat Noir trying to plan the perfect outfit. You needed to prove you knew a thing or two about fashion before you attempted to network with the other attendees.
The fashion world was extremely daunting, but you were confident in your abilities. Even though yes, you were wracked with nerves, you also knew you would be able to pull out on top alright. Design was in your blood, and today was the day you would get to prove that.
Today was not going to be about Yeonjun, or Chat Noir, or any man for that matter.
“Okay, Jeongin just texted me to tell me he, Gyu and Heeseung are on their way.” Sieun announced as she walked into your room. After lots of convincing, you had finally agreed to let Heeseung drive the five of you to the event, so long as he dropped you off a block away. Apparently Beomgyu had gotten the okay from Yeonjun to take Jeongin and Heeseung, so now you were all going.
You nodded, while you smoothed your hands over the bottom of your dress. You had decided on a mini dress inspired by vintage Chanel you made recently, and a long black ribbon tied around your neck that trailed down your back. To top it all off, you wore your most expensive pair of black heels, courtesy of Choi Designs themselves. It was elegant, but also cute.
“Ahh, Y/N! You look so good!” Sieun sang, running up to hug you from behind. You giggled and looked away to try to hide your embarrassment. “You’re going to knock the socks off of everyone there!”
“Yeah, I hope so.” You said quietly, your eyes trained on yourself in the mirror. “Sie… Can you tell me that I’m a good designer? That I’m going to make it? I’m just really nervous.” It was an embarrassing thing to ask her, but she was your closest friend. If anyone was going to ease your nerves, it was Sieun.
She smiled at you through the mirror, then gently spun you around to face her. “Y/N. I’m not just saying this because you asked me to. You are seriously one of the most talented people I know. I mean, you designed your own Ladybug suit, and you designed this gorgeous dress… You’re going to get offered internships to all of the best fashion companies in this city.”
Her hands gripped onto you tightly, and you could feel your nerves slowly melting away. “Just… If you end up becoming a rich and famous designer, you can’t forget about me, okay? We still need to start our magazine together one day.” With that, she pulled you in for a tight hug, burying her face in your neck.
You hugged her back, smiling into her long, blonde hair. “Thank you. And don’t worry, I don’t think I could ever forget you.”
A loud, horrible noise filled the space outside your apartment, and unfortunately you recognized that song. “Jesus, Hee has got to get a new horn for that thing.” Sieun muttered, pulling away from the hug with a quiet sniffle.
You giggled. “He needs to get a whole new car is what he really needs.”
The two of you left your apartment, and wandered down to the street to see that Heeseung had actually parked semi-normally (his front tire was up on the curb). Even more surprising, it looked like he had taken Dongshik through a car wash.
“Ladies!” Heeseung greeted you, sticking his head out the car window. “You both look great, especially you, Sieun. Y/N, you look okay.”
As Jeongin pulled open the van door, you frowned. “So, we don’t both look great?”
Heeseung hummed. “I guess not. Just Sieun.”
You rolled your eyes. His attempt at flirting was pathetic, really.
As you got into the van, Jeongin stared at you with wide eyes. “Wow, Y/N. You look pretty. I mean, not pretty pretty. Nice, I mean. You look nice. Just normal. I haven’t ever considered you attractive. That would be weird. You’re my friend.” He started to ramble.
“Why are you acting like a freak?” You asked, sitting down next to Beomgyu in the backseat.
“I’m not! Stop looking at me!” Jeongin cried out, and turned to rest his head against his window.
Beomgyu nudged you. “Did you make that dress?” He asked.
You nodded. “Yep. Just finished it a few nights ago.”
“Cool. It looks really nice. Like something Yeonjun’s dad would make.” He told you encouragingly, and you couldn’t help flushing at the comment.
“Thank you, Gyu. That means a lot coming from someone who barely knows anything about fashion.”
He frowned. “Hey! What’s that even supposed to mean?”
“It’s not a bad thing! It just means if you think it’s good, then maybe it is good!” You insisted, grabbing onto his arm to reassure him.
He glared at you, but still smiled. “Don’t worry. Yeonjun’s dad will offer you a job on the spot. We all know it’s true.”
“Yeah, he would be crazy not to.” Jeongin added.
God, you hoped so.
IT TOOK YOU A WHOLE TWO SECONDS TO SPOT HIM. Even though he was just in a sleek, black suit, and seemed to blend in with the crowd, he still managed to stick out like a sore thumb. No matter how hard you were trying to move on from him, you would always be able to pick him out even in a crowd of a million people.
There was just something about Choi Yeonjun that would forever draw you to him.
You were standing by the entrance of the event with your friends, getting a good look at all the guests. You recognized quite a few designers, as well as some models and journalists. The guest list was as if someone had taken all of your favorite inspirations, and sent them all invitations. Intimidated wasn't a big enough word to describe how you were feeling.
And then you saw him. He was talking to some people, laughing as though he didn’t have a single care in the world. His dark hair was slicked back, with a few strands strategically pulled out to fall in front of his eyes. He clearly wasn’t wearing a shirt under his suit jacket, as his bare chest was exposed all the way to the third button. Choi Yeonjun looked beautiful.
For a second, you felt the river of your feelings beating against the dam you’d built to hold them back, creating cracks and threatening to break through. But, then you saw her. Choi Yena, with her arm looped around his own, looking up at him with eyes full of adoration.
The river started to still.
“Y/N? Are you okay?” Sieun asked, appearing at your side. She looped her arm through yours, the same way Yena had to Yeonjun.
You glanced over at her, and nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.” When she didn’t seem convinced, you flashed her the most genuine smile you could muster up.
“Come on, let’s go say hi to people!” Beomgyu shouted, squishing in between you and Sieun to throw his arms around the two of you.
Just as you were about to ask what people?, he started leading you in the direction of the last person you wanted to talk to. “What? No, Beomgyu. I don’t wanna talk to him.” You said quickly. You tried your best to stop him, but your heels were making that a bit difficult.
“Come on, just for two seconds! And his dad is over there, you wanna talk to him, right?” He whined into your ear. He was right, unfortunately. You were most looking forward to talking to Mr. Choi, and he was standing near Yeonjun and his girlfriend. You supposed this was the best time to introduce yourself.
“Hey! Jun!” Yeonjun’s attention to whatever conversation he was in was lost when Beomgyu called out his name, and that was when his dark eyes landed on you for the first time that day. You should have looked away, and avoided his gaze, but you couldn’t. You were like a moth, and Yeonjun’s eyes were made up of flames. There was also something so familiar in them, something so…
A thought appeared in your head. A terrible, almost invasive thought. It couldn’t be true, though. That would be crazy, insane even. It would mean you were an absolute idiot. Worst of all, it would mean…
Your fingers drifted up to your lips, and you found yourself avoiding looking at Yeonjun.
“Oh, babe! Are these your friends?” A feminine voice cooed, and you felt yourself grow nauseous.
“Y-Yeah, some of them. Yena, this is Beomgyu, Sieun, Heeseung, Jeongin, and…” He paused, swallowing hard. “…Y/N.”
“Oh, Y/N! She’s the designer, right?” Yena practically gushed, and you nodded weakly. “Did you design that dress? It’s seriously gorgeous, I need one of those! It’s gorgeous, right, Yeonjun?” You glanced up to see Yeonjun staring at you, his eyes still widened like he had seen a ghost.
“Yeah. Gorgeous.” He replied, without ever looking down at the dress.
You glanced away, hoping to find some sort of way to escape this conversation. By this point, you were sure your embarrassment was becoming visible, and if you stood there any longer, you thought your head might end up exploding.
“You know, Y/N actually designed both Chat Noir and Ladybug’s suits.” Sieun randomly decided to inform the couple, and you practically snapped your neck to stare at her incredulously.
Yeonjun, who had just taken a sip of his champagne glass, started choking.
“Wow, really? I mean, I had heard about Chat Noir, but I didn’t know she did Ladybug’s too.” Yena continued the conversation casually, her gloved hand gently patting Yeonjun’s back as he coughed into a napkin.
“Most people don’t.” You said through gritted teeth.
Yeonjun finished coughing after a minute, and flashed you all an apologetic smile. “Sorry, I don’t know what just happened. Um, Y/N, I didn’t know you knew Ladybug.” He tilted his head at you curiously.
“Oh. Umm, no, I wouldn’t say I know her. It was actually Sieun who set it all up! Yes, Sieun! You know, she’s good friends with Ladybug, so when she mentioned needing a new suit, Sieun recommended me!” You were impressed by how quickly you made up the lie, and Yeonjun seemed convinced enough as he nodded slowly.
Beomgyu, Heeseung and Jeongin had seemingly checked out of the conversation a long time ago, and you noticed a slight redness to their eyes as they took turns investigating a centerpiece. You couldn’t believe you had let Heeseung drive you there when he had obviously smoked something.
You glanced around the crowd of people, until your eyes finally fell on the person you wanted to talk to: Mr. Choi. And luckily for you, it looked like he was about to wrap up his conversation, which meant there was an opening for you.
“Um, it’s been really nice meeting you, Yena, but I’m hoping to go get a word in with Mr. Choi, so I’m going to head over.” You gave the girl a polite smile, and were starting to walk away when you felt her grab your wrist.
“Wait! You should have Yeonjun go and introduce you! It’s his dad, after all!” She suggested, an almost crazed smile playing on her lips.
“What a good idea!” Sieun added in. You sent her a you-told-me-you-would-keep-me-away-from-him glare, but she feigned innocence as she grinned at Yena.
You awkwardly glanced up at Yeonjun, who seemed just as unnerved about the idea as you. “Oh, I’m not sure—I mean, if you want me to, that’s fine, but—if you’d rather go alone—“
“Nonsense! Of course she wants you to go with her, babe!” Yena practically shoved him in your direction.
The last thing you wanted was to introduce yourself to one of your icons, and make yourself look like a fool due to your crush on his son. The darned haired boy looked down at you, smiling apologetically. And in that moment, it hit you:
You’re totally not over Yeonjun.
“Um, then, shall we?” He asked.
“O-Okay.” You stammered out.
You shot Sieun one last glare as you and Yeonjun started to walk off in the direction of his father, and then the two of you were alone together. As you walked, you had to keep your arms folded across your stomach, too scared of the possibility of your hand brushing against his. You couldn’t believe yourself. Just a few days earlier, you were making out with Chat Noir on your sofa, and here you were, freaking out over the same crush you thought you were through with.
A small part of you wished the cat man was there. He had always been good at relaxing your nerves.
“I’m sorry about Yena. She can be a little… Pushy sometimes.” Yeonjun randomly spoke up.
You laughed. “Yeah, I can see that.”
He laughed as well, and if you could bottle up the sound of his laughter and keep it forever, you would. For a minute, the space between the two of you grew quiet, and even though the thought of talking to him terrified you, you also hated the silence.
“Yeonjun?” You called out his name quietly, and he looked down at you with curious eyes. You swallowed hard, your hands becoming clammy. “I—you don’t have to do this. I don’t want…” Your voice trailed off as you tried to find the right words.
“You don’t want…?”
“I don’t want you to think I’m only friends with you so I can get close to your dad.” You finally said.
The space became quiet again.
He sucked in a breath. “So, we’re friends?” He asked, a hint of doubt in his voice, and you felt yourself start to panic.
“Oh! I mean, I think we’re friends, but if you don’t consider us friends, then that’s okay. I don’t want to overstep and be weird or anything, I just thought—“
“Y/N, relax.” You watched as he rested one of his hands on your shoulder, your eyes growing wide. “I think we’re friends. It’s just nice to hear it from you.” He spoke quietly, and you felt your face become warm.
When you finally gained the courage to look up, you were surprised to see how close the two of you were now. His dark eyes were gazing into your own, flickering between them as though he was looking for something. Then, they dipped down to look at your lips.
“Yeonjun! Y/N! Yeonjun quickly retracted his hand when a voice called out to the two of you, and you turned around to see Kai running up to the two of you. “It’s Beomgyu! He’s in the bathroom, throwing up, and he keeps asking for you guys!”
You furrowed your eyebrows, looking over at Yeonjun to exchange a confused look with him. That didn’t exactly sound like Beomgyu. But, there was really no reason you could think of that Kai would be lying to you, so you let out a sigh. “Okay, take us to him.”
IN HINDSIGHT, YOU DEFINITELY SHOULD HAVE KNOWN KAI WAS MAKING THINGS UP. But, it seemed like being in Yeonjun’s proximity was enough to cloud your judgment, like his presence was intoxicating to you or something. You weren’t thinking very clearly as you trailed behind Kai towards the bathrooms, instead you were mostly focusing on how good Yeonjun’s suit made his back look.
You were a bit confused when you made it to the room Kai was claiming to be the bathroom, and found not only all of your friends, but most of Yeonjun’s as well.
“He’s in there!” Sieun exclaimed dramatically, pointing a finger at the door. “One second he was fine, talking to Jeongin and Heeseung about the tablecloths being used, and the next, he said he felt like his stomach was going to explode, and he ran into the bathroom!”
“Okay, but why does he want us?” Yeonjun asked.
“I don’t know, he said he wanted his two closest friends!”
You looked over at Sieun, looking for any sign of a lie in her face, but saw nothing. Either she was a really great liar, or something was actually wrong with Beomgyu. You let out a frustrated sigh, looking down at your white dress.
“I swear to god, if he gets vomit all over this dress, you’re all paying for it.” You snapped, making sure to point at Soobin specifically.
With that, you opened the door, Yeonjun standing close behind you. But, when you peered inside the room, it was very obviously not a bathroom. Instead, it looked more like some kind of supply closet. There were some folded chairs lined against the wall, and some shelves that looked like they held some cleaning supplies.
“This isn’t a bathroom…? Where’s Gyu--?”
Before there was even time for the question to leave your lips, Yeonjun was stumbling into you as though someone had shoved him from behind, forcing the two of you into the room.
“Sorry, guys!” You heard Beomgyu yell, before the door was slammed shut in your face and locked.
You couldn’t believe it. Your stupid friends who knew you were trying to get over Yeonjun decided to lock you into a room with him! Apparently you were friends with a group of sick and twisted individuals. An angry growl ripped through your throat, and the next thing you knew, you started pounding your fist against the door.
“Choi-Fucking-Beomgyu, you open this fucking door right now!” You screamed, and swore you could hear his muffled giggles from the other side of the door. You tried slamming your fist against the thick wooden door a few times, but one particular strike caused you to hiss in pain and forced you to stop.
“Shit, are you okay?” Yeonjun asked quickly, rushing over and cradling your hand gently.
You nodded. You were still seething with rage at the fact you were cooped up in here with him, but could feel it slowly dissipating. “I’m so sorry. My friends--our friends are so dumb. I-I don’t even know why they would lock us up in here together.” You muttered, glancing over at the door. That was a lie, you definitely knew why they would do that.
Yeonjun let out a bitter laugh. “Yeah, I have a few ideas.”
“What do you mean?” You asked, looking up at him suspiciously. Did he know about your crush on him? Had Beomgyu told him? Oh, you were totally going to beat the shit out of him when you got out of there.
“Oh… Nothing…” He let go of your hand, and instead reached up to rub the back of his neck awkwardly.
You nodded slowly, and leaned back against the wall. He was pressed against the one opposite of you, taking an interest in his dress shoes that he lazily clicked together. You weren’t sure what your friends were trying to accomplish, since there was no way you were going to confess to Yeonjun any time soon, especially not in some supply closet at his father’s party.
Speaking of his father, he cleared his throat. “I’m sorry. I know you wanted to meet my dad, and some of the other people here.” He spoke quietly.
You shrugged, pressing your lips together. “It’s fine. I guess I can always meet them some other time, right?” You smiled at him weakly, and he nodded. “I still have time… I think.”
“You’re going to be fine, Y/N. You know, I meet a lot of young designers who come and do work for my dad and whatnot, and I don’t think any of them hold a candle to you.”
You met his gaze with wide eyes. “Really?” You asked.
Suddenly, you were hit with a wave of deja vu. This was exactly like your conversation you’d had with Chat Noir a few days ago, where he was comforting you about the exact guy you were talking to now. The guy who you thought had never really noticed you before. But, also the guy with a girlfriend. You had almost forgotten all about her, which you felt like made you a horrible person.
“Um, Yena, she’s nice.” You said.
“Yena. Yeah, she is. She’s very nice.”
The atmosphere had become so awkward, you wanted to scream.
“About Yena… I’m not sure why I’m telling you this, but--”
Once again, just when the conversation was starting to get somewhere, you were interrupted by the feeling of your phone buzzing. You held up a finger, indicating for Yeonjun to pause, and dug your phone out of your small bag to see a text from Sieun.
so… lol we messed up and the lock on the door is broken…
and
please don’t hate me
someone at the party just got akumatized
You gaped at your phone with wide eyes. “Shit…” You mumbled on your breath, wandering over to the door to give the handle a wiggle. You weren’t sure why you were expecting anything to happen. You were about to just transform into Ladybug right there, then remembered that Yeonjun was stuck in the room with you. “Shit!”
“What is it?” The man in question queried.
You let out a frustrated sigh. “Um… Our friends broke the door… And apparently someone got Akumatized out there.”
Yeonjun’s dark eyes widened. “Are you serious?” He demanded, and you nodded feverishly.
“Yes!” You groaned. Then, an idea struck you. “Wait! I think I know somebody who can help! Hold on…” You opened up the Twitter app, thumb darting around to open up your direct messages.
“Wait, it’s okay! I’ll get my dad to send someone over and fix the door!” Yeonjun tried to assure you, but you ignored him, opening up your messages with Chat Noir.
s.o.s i’m locked in a room at this party and someone got akumatized
You sent him the message, and less than ten seconds after you sent it, you heard Yeonjun’s phone go off.
Oh.
The room became silent, as the two of you stared at the phone in his hands. Just to test it out, you sent another message, and his phone went off again.
Oh.
“Y/N, I can explain--”
Your head was spinning. Of course, the possibility of Yeonjun being Chat Noir had crossed your mind a few times before, but you had never actually seriously considered that it could be true. The possibility of your annoying partner being the boy you had been crushing on for years? Yeah, okay. It sounded like some sort of sick joke. Truthfully, Yeonjun was the last person you had realistically thought could be Chat Noir. Or, maybe you’d just been so in denial about the possibility, you had missed all the signs.
The universe was playing a sick joke on you.
“So… You’re telling me… You are Chat Noir?” You whispered.
There was no use in denying it. Instead, he nodded slowly.
You felt dizzy. “But—you—“ It felt like the air was being stolen from your lungs, so you decided to pause for a moment, leaning up against the door for support.
He said nothing. Instead, he stared at you with wide eyes, like he was carefully surveying you for each and every reaction you were having.
“Have you just been playing me this whole time?” You whispered. He sucked in a breath, like he was ready to start denying it, but you jumped to cut him off. “Because I thought you liked me, really liked me, but you have a whole girlfriend. Oh God, and she’s so sweet, does she know you’re Chat Noir? Does she know you’ve been coming to my apartment at night to see me?”
“No! No, it’s not like that! Yena and I aren’t even really dating!” He assured you quickly, speeding across the room to pull your hands into his own.
As he did so, you gazed down, imagining his gloved hands being the ones to hold you. He wasn’t dating Yena. Well, that was good to know. Still, it didn’t make the situation any better. It didn’t change the fact that Choi Yeonjun was Chat Noir, and you had no clue.
“I can’t believe I didn’t realize it sooner. I was too blinded by my crush on you, I should have been able to figure this out sooner.”
Yeonjun paled. “You have a crush on me?”
“Yes, you idiot!” You exclaimed, snatching your hands away from him. “I have for a long time, and everyone knows except for you, apparently! But that’s not the point, the point is, I should have known!”
“How could you have known?” He was trying to comfort you, but instead it was just ushering a confession out of you, those little words that would change everything between the two of you more than it already had. “Honestly, Y/N, the thought of telling you crossed my mind, but… Ladybug would have killed me.”
“I should have figured it out because I am Ladybug!”
The words slipped through your lips before you had the chance to think them over and stop yourself. Your hands darted up to your mouth to cover it, as though it would be able to take it back.
It couldn’t.
Yeonjun looked like he was about to tip over and pass out.
There was a creaking sound behind you, and you slowly turned to see the door to the supply closet being peeled open by a cringing Soobin. The rest of your friends were gathered around, peering at the two of you with wide, curious eyes.
You had a sneaking feeling that the door was never broken, and there was never an Akuma. Your friends had made it all up to get you and Yeonjun to confess your alternate identities to each other. Oh, you were going to kill them all.
“So… Did you guys talk?” Jeongin asked, flashing his cute bread smile at you as if it might make you forget what they did.
It did not, in fact, make you forget. No, you were so consumed with rage, you wouldn’t be surprised if you got Akumatized right then and there. Not even Jeongin’s sweet smile could calm you down now.
Before you were able to stop yourself, an angry scream ripped through your throat, and you launched yourself at your so-called “friends”.
Discussing your true identities with Yeonjun could wait. Now, your top priority was going to be murdering all of your stupid friends.
authors note: so… yeah… it happened 😅😅 surprise!!! i wonder how they are going to react now that they know this….
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in which gojo realizes you truly see him
a/n: just a little thought i have i want to comfort him and hug him always <3 thank u to the amazing wonderful lovely @vagabond-umlaut for helping me w this fic <33 would’ve been hot garbage without u i love u xoxo <3
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Gojo Satoru had only known life through his many titles.
Gojo Satoru, head of the Gojo clan.
Gojo Satoru, holder of the Six Eyes and Limitless.
Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer.
satoru hated titles. he hated being known and labeled for the things that didn’t even make up who he was. no one after suguru came close to trying to get to know him.
his fellow sorcerers always too busy or intimidated, viewing him as a spectacle.
there was a sense of longing in his heart to find someone who really wanted to know him. someone to ask him all his favorites, someone to ask him what he wanted to be as a child, what his fears were, if he had a middle name, what animal he’s always wanted as a pet.
but there was never anyone who got past the surface level questions.
until he met you.
you who upon meeting him gave him a kind smile, not a clue of who he was, telling him he could sit with you in the booth of the much too crowded coffee shop.
“they really should get more chairs around here” he mumbles, looking up at you with a small grin when you laugh in agreement, glancing up from your laptop.
“seriously! half the time it’s a gamble if I’ll be able to get some work done or if I’ll have to drive back home” you chuckle, gojo smiling at your words.
you both spent some more time talking, sipping on your respective drinks and getting to know each other.
satoru found out you had no clue about Jujutsu, given by the way you’d never heard of jujutu tech or of him. he couldn’t stop himself from giving you a charming smile, scribbling his number on a napkin before saying goodbye, a smile on his face as he walked out of the coffee shop.
you who on the second date asked him what animal he thinks he could fight and win, asking him his favorite songs and if he’d ever been to a concert before.
you who on the fourth date had him giggling, confessing how much he liked you and telling you all about his life because he wants this to work out so bad and it can’t start off as a lie.
you who a week later calls him, asking him to answer truthfully when you ask him what animal he could really take in a fight, laughing when he answers with ‘at least a cow’ his lips curling upwards at the sound.
he’s laying on the couch with you, your hands lost in his hair as the movie plays in the background softly, your voice is quiet as you speak up.
“do you have a middle name?” the question is simple, some might think it silly. but to satoru it’s like his whole world is flipped upside down.
because here he is, in your warm and homey apartment that’s nothing like his cold larger one, with you, who brings him all the love and joy he could’ve ever imagined. he’s looking at you with glimmering eyes, heart stuttering at the sight of you in his shirt that you’d stolen with a smile.
it’s with that question that he’s realizing he’s finally found someone who really wants to know him. who doesn’t care for his power or status, but cares for his terrible jokes and interests.
“toru?” you asked, pulling him out of his daze and back to reality.
“sorry” he smiles sheepishly before shaking his head ‘no,’ a look in his eyes you can’t quite place.
satoru finally finds himself with titles that mean something to him. titles that he cherishes and holds close to his heart.
Gojo Satoru, who eats anything and everything that was sweet, claiming they’re no match for the sweet taste of your lips.
Gojo Satoru, who had an insane secret obsession with romcoms. an obsession you were sure was just to get you to cuddle him until you found him up at 3 am watching a terrible hallmark movie all on his own.
Gojo Satoru, who couldn’t stand when you were mad at him, going to drastic measures for you to forgive him.
Gojo Satoru, who considered himself lucky enough to hold the title of your boyfriend, your confidant and your favorite sorcerer.
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Ford had heard rumours of this crazy ‘Cipher Cult’ and their love of tributing the triangular menace down in California - but never dared to think the kooks would successfully tear open space-time. Or, at the very least, pop a couple of its stitches.
With a face like thunder, he took on his ‘travelling’ clothes, and dove into the portal that fizzled and bubbled away ahead of him. Whatever happened here, he was going to put it right. Preferably for the last time.
Now, he’s here in California - carrying a belt of palismans and a somewhat perturbed young frog (he’s pretty sure his name is ‘Twig’ or ‘Leaf’ or something like that.) Armed with a collection of multi-dimensional lasers, a bag of jellybeans and all manner of glyphs astride his jacket, he’s certain that if he and Bill meet again after this, it’ll be in hell…
