#｡⋆｡˚ ʚɞ ˚｡⋆｡high school story｡⋆｡˚ ʚɞ ˚｡⋆｡

[sparklyglittersxfm]

"Oh. It's alright. It's totally understandable. And my name is Nerissa. And it is a pleasure to meet you too, Payton Saunders! Do you know the name of this place? And do you happen to have a map of this place that you could possibly give to me? I just recently arrived to this location. Thank you!" Nerissa responded to Payton Saunders.

“Oh, hi! I totally didn’t see that you are here. Is there anything that I can help you with? Oh, wait. I didn’t introduce myself to you. My name is Payton Saunders. And it’s a pleasure to meet you! And what is your name, and what can I help you out with?” Payton Saunders asked the nearby person. @forgottenfriendshipstarters​

[queenpiranhadon]

╰┈➤ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ʚɞ .ᐟ: Before going to bed, your twin daughters Nanako and Mimiko ask your husband for a bedtime story - the story of the day you two first met.

ʚɞ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: No curses AU (?), light cursing (they're crossed out because it's a bedtime story), whether Mimi and Nana are adopted isn't really specified so it's up to you, f!reader, you and Suguru are married, fluffy fluff, Suguru used to play basketball

ʚɞ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Suguru Geto x Reader

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: ʚɞ

"Okay girls, time for bed."

Your twin daughters, Mimiko and Nanako eagerly dash to their beds, getting under the covers and staring at your husband in anticipation.

"...What?" Suguru asks, raising an eyebrow. He wasn't a stranger to his daughters' antics, and the eager gleam in their eyes was unmistakable.

"Can you tell us a bedtime story Daddy?" Mimiko asks, flashing her infamous puppy dog eyes in his direction.

"Yeah! About the time you and Mama met. Pleaaseee?" Nanako pleads, and Suguru groans.

Out of the two of you, though he hated to admit it, Suguru was definitely the weaker link when it came to your daughters.

He sighs. ""Fine, but only if you promise that you'll go straight to sleep after that."

The girls squeal excitedly and nods, situating themselves underneath their covers.

Suguru sits on the chair between the two beds, and turns on the little night light on the night stand.

"Once upon a time, a long time ago, there was a boy who was on the the school basketball team."

Suguru remembers the day like it was yesterday. It was sometime in the fall during his senior year of high school, at the peak of Jujutsu High's basketball season.

He and his best friend Satoru were playing together after school had ended, just shooting hoops in the gymnasium until things got a little too... competitive.

"Pfft you're selling so hard right now Suguru!"

"Shut the fuck up Satoru - You couldn't pass a ball if your life depended on it!"

"How's this for pass, huh?" the white haired male challenges, but in an underestimation of his own strength, Satoru manages to throw the ball so impossibly high it sails through the air and into a window, shattering the glass and tumbling straight outside.

"Shiiiiiitttt... Well that's not great." Satoru says, and Suguru send him a withering glare.

"I'll get the damn ball- you figure out how to fix the fucking window before Coach Yaga gets here."

Satoru whines, groaning as he limply stands in the center of the court. "Wha- Suguru don't go! How am I supposed to fix a window?!"

Suguru just rolls his eyes, pushing open the double doors."Aren't you rich? Just figure it out."

"Bu-"

Running through the school doors, Suguru catches a flash of orange in his peripherals, eyes widen in horror as the basketball rolls down the street into oncoming traffic.

Shit! Shoot!

Suguru groans, racing down the sidewalk, hastily apologizing as he dodges random people walking across the same pavement.

Suddenly, his eyes lock onto the basketball halfway through the street, somehow still rolling - the ravenette wincing as it narrowly misses being flattened by a car.

Suguru grumbles. Fixing a window sounds a lot easier than this shit right now.

Reaching the end of the sidewalk, his eyes dart to orange ball again, incredulously watching it roll across the entire traffic ridden road with ease and making its way down to the park, tumbling even faster down grassy mounds.

How the fuck heck was it still rolling?!

Nanako gapes at her dad. "It was still rolling?"

Suguru nods, chuckling wryly. "It wasn't even too windy that day, I don't know how it managed to go that far."

Mimiko mirrors her sister's stupefied expression. "Did Uncle Satoru throw it that hard?"

He chuckles, amused by how invested they were in the story."I don't honestly don't know girls - maybe you should ask him."

Nanako nods decisively. "Okay Daddy, you can continue your story!"

Suguru rolls his eyes but smiles. "Anyways..."

Watching the basketball, he lets out a sigh of relief as it rolls to a stop in the middle of the park. The LED sign on the opposite side on the road indicating he can cross, and he dashes across the white lines marked on the road, racing down the grassy hills only for some random kid to come up and kick the ball further away from him.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." Suguru grumbles under his breath, legs starting to burn a little as he chases after the ball.

Finally stopping at the base of the hill, he panics.

Where did the ball go?!

It was like it disappeared out of thin air, and he groans, a feeling of hopelessness and dread washing over him. $60 dollars down the damn drain - oh god his dad was going to fucking kill him.

"What basketball costs 60 dollars?!" Mimiko asks.

Suguru shrugs. "It was a good basketball."

"And you threw the expensive basketball out the window?!" Nanako asks incredulously.

"Once again, that wasn't me, that was Uncle Satoru."

"If I had an expensive basketball, I wouldn't let it leave the house." Mimiko says, and Suguru sighs.

Sometimes, his girls' cleverness could be a little tiring to deal with.

"Do you want me to get to the good part or not?"

"Yes please!"

"Moving on..."

Suddenly, Suguru feels a tap on his shoulder.

"Um...sorry, is this yours?"

Nanako gasps. "Is that-?"

"Nana be quiet!" Mimiko chides.

Suguru turns around, eyes widening as he comes face to face with one of the prettiest girls he's ever seen.

You're a junior in high school around this time, attending a different school, but you happened to be in the park at the time, studying for an upcoming test, when a basketball rolled up and bumped into your feet. You were confused, but it wasn't hard to notice Suguru visibly panicking in broad daylight - and so you put the pieces together.

"I was not panicking!" your husband protests. "And this is my story, not yours."

You snort, entering your daughters' room. "Yes you were. You had this terrified look on your face, like the world was ending or something. Plus, if you're going to tell a story, tell it accurately at least."

Nanako and Mimiko grin up at you. "Hi mama!"

You smile warmly, kissing their foreheads lovingly, before raising an eyebrow at your husband, sitting on the edge of Mimiko's bed. "Weren't you telling a story?"

Suguru grumbles. "I was, until someone interrupted."

You wave your hand dismissively. "Don't let me stop you then."

Your husband rolls his eyes, continuing on.

"Here, I think this belongs to you." You say, handing the ball over to you.

Suguru stares at you, stunned."T-Thanks."

You give him a small but sweet smile. "I'll see you around?"

He nods, still in a trance, feeling like he's 12 years old again with a crush on some pretty girl he's met at the park.

"Yeah...I'll see you around."

Nanako giggles. "Oooooo Daddy's in looooveeeee~"

Mimko stares at him skeptically. "Are you sure that story was real?"

Suguru winks at her, raising his eyebrow. "Well I guess you have to decide."

"Do you believe in fairytales?"

A/N: Sorry if the shift between the story and the present was confusing 😭

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[icefox8155]

Ch 1: Of All Places...

Masterlist

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

You had a plan, one carefully mapped out since high school. Go to college in the U.S., work hard, get a good degree, and land a solid job that would set you up for a comfortable life. Maybe even move into a decent apartment, start saving for the future, and build something meaningful for yourself. That was how it was supposed to go.

And for a while, it did.

You got into college, slogged through the classes, pulled all-nighters, and somehow made it out with a degree in hand. You were supposed to be set after that. Finding a good job shouldn’t have been hard, not with your qualifications. And yet… here you were. Months had passed, and rejection after rejection had piled up in your inbox. Excuses varied—“not enough experience,” “we've decided to go with another candidate,” or worse, complete silence.

At some point, you stopped opening the emails. Whatever. You told yourself it wasn’t the end of the world. Maybe the job market was just bad. Maybe luck wasn’t on your side yet. Maybe you’d figure something else out later. But that gnawing feeling in the back of your mind, that unease you tried to suppress whispered that you were stuck, adrift in uncertainty with no clear direction forward.

Frustrated, you let out a heavy sigh and flopped onto your bed, phone in hand. If nothing else, there was one thing that never failed to take your mind off reality. Tapping on the screen, you opened up Solo Leveling once again. It wasn’t the first time you'd reread it, far from it. There was something almost comforting about Jinwoo’s story, his struggle, his rise to power. Maybe it was the way he started as the weakest, the way no one believed in him, and yet, he shattered every expectation. You envied that. The ability to change everything with enough determination, with enough effort.

As you scrolled, your eyes flickered across the familiar panels, tracing each detail you’d already memorized. The hum of your phone screen was the only light in the dim room, the only thing anchoring you as exhaustion weighed on your limbs. Your blinks grew slower, your body heavier. You fought to stay awake—just one more chapter, just one more moment lost in this world where everything made sense.

But sleep crept in, wrapping around you like a warm, suffocating blanket. Your phone slipped slightly in your grasp. Your breathing evened out. You didn’t notice the odd shadow that flickered across the screen. 

Didn’t notice how, just for a second, the edges of your vision seemed to warp. Didn’t see the way the world itself seemed to shift around you, a quiet, unseen force pulling you under. By the time your consciousness faded completely, it was already too late.

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Waking up in a different place is disorienting at best, terrifying at worst. It sends shockwaves through your entire being. When your eyes flutter open, you don’t find the familiar comfort of your own bed or the muted, worn-out walls of your tiny apartment. Instead, you are greeted by a chaotic symphony of strange sounds and bewildering sights, an overwhelming, unfamiliar place that instantly reminds you that you are not home, not even close.

The first thing that assaults your senses is the relentless clamor of the city, the ceaseless hum of a crowded street and the murmur of endless conversations swirling around you. You bolt upright, your heart hammering against your ribs, as a surge of anxiety floods your chest. Looking around frantically, you notice towering skyscrapers that pierce the sky, their vast shadows creeping over the bustling streets below. People stream past you like a tidal wave, each one lost in their own world, leaving you, a lone, and bewildered figure sitting on a cold, unforgiving bench, feeling invisible and abandoned.

‘Where am I?’ you demand internally. Did someone kidnap you and drop you off in this unknown nightmare? The thought gnaws at your mind relentlessly, fueling a rising panic that makes it hard to breathe. “What the hell is happening?” you mutter, your voice a mix of terror and disbelief.

Desperation twists your thoughts as you try to recall the last fragments of your memory. You remember the comforting ritual of reading a manhwa, specifically Solo Leveling and then succumbing to sleep, yet nothing hints at this surreal journey. The idea of kidnapping seems absurd, who would abandon you in an unknown location after going through the trouble of bringing you here in the first place? Despite the anxiety inside of you, you force yourself to stand, your legs trembling as you dust off your jeans. Jeans? Whatever happened to you pajamas? You shake your head and block out some dark thoughts, wanting to be able to focus on somehow finding a way back home.

A spark of hope flickers when you fumble for your phone, only to be met with a dead, lifeless screen staring back at you. Frustration surges through your veins, but a glimmer of relief comes when you notice a plain gray backpack that is on top of the same bench you woke up on. With trembling hands, you unzip it and discover a collection of items a stack of important-looking papers, a small key, and a weathered wallet. Opening the wallet reveals an ID with your own face, some cash bills, a few credit cards, and a slip of paper bearing an address. In that moment, you allow yourself a brief sigh of gratitude, you aren’t completely abandoned after all. 

As you sift through the documents, you can tell they’re significant, perhaps containing clues to why you’re here. You decide to keep them safe for a more private moment later, your mind already churning with questions and a desperate need for answers. But it's strange the words are not in your common language but you’re able to read them just fine?

Clenching your jaw, you step into the relentless crowd that dominates the street. The energy around you is palpable, vendors call out their wares, people hustle past in either hurrying or just walking past. You force yourself to navigate through the throng, trying to steady your racing thoughts and suppress the inner turmoil that threatens to erupt into panic.

After several long minutes, something catches your eye, a large, neon-lit billboard flickering with advertisements for some kind of news. But what popped up shouldn’t have been possible.Yet there it is, unmistakable images of Choi Jong-in and his guild of Hunters, people who should be fictional you know exist only in the pages of the web novel Solo Leveling, are now glaring back at you from the billboard. Your mind reels as you grapple with the realization these characters are meant to be fictional, yet here they are, a part of your new, terrifying reality.

“No, no, no…” you whisper, the words barely audible over the cacophony of the city. Panic surges once again, but beneath the fear, a steely resolve begins to form. Yet here I was, standing in the middle of Seoul, Korea, in a world where dungeons and hunters were real. A world where Sung Jinwoo existed. Your thoughts spiral. ‘How could this happen? How could I be in a place like this? I’m literally going to die!! Why did it have to be here and not some other modern but monsterless story!’

‘… Better than Attack on Titan.’ you thought

And more importantly, what did this mean for you? You continued walking for a bit before stopping at a nearby news stand and cautiously grabbed a local newspaper.The headline at the top sears itself into your mind, “Third Raid for Jeju Island Failed.” As you stare at those stark words, a chilling realization sets in you, a year, a year before the events of Solo Leveling begin. When everything you once believed was mere fiction or a distant, surreal dream is about to become horrifyingly real.

You feel your pulse quicken as you scan the rest of the page. Other columns spill out more news, hunters on edge, occasional reports of dungeon outbreaks, and ominous warnings of raid groups not all coming out alive but the gate still closed. The air around you seems to thicken, each word a heavier weight pressing down on you. A heavy lump swells in your throat, a reminder of the dread that courses through your veins.

This isn’t just a story you read for amusement, nor is it a nightmare you can simply wake up from, pinching yourself proved ineffective. The thought sends a shiver down your spine, if everything in that story does end up happening, then every danger, the relentless onslaught of dungeons, the brutal battles with formidable hunters and higher beings, is destined to happen all over again, with you right in the midst of it.

You want to hold your face and scream but being determined to not embarrass yourself and regain control, you decide to take a few deep breaths and make a list for you to follow, the first order of business is to avoid the unfolding chaos at all costs. You resolve to steer clear of any encounters with Sung Jinwoo, hunters, or the terrifying dungeons that punctuate this nightmare. After all, you are neither a powerful person nor a part of this story by design. If you can simply keep a low profile, perhaps you can survive until you somehow find a way back to your own world.

Yet, as you move through the busy streets, your mind is a storm of conflicting thoughts. You wonder, with a heavy heart, if ignoring the impending events is truly an option. Could you really let some people die knowing it could be avoided. But at the same time, everything will be restarted anyways with the Cup of Reincarnation, so is there really a point? The weight of this realization presses down on you, intensifying the dread that you are not just an unwilling observer but an active participant in a dangerous game.

Exhausted and overwhelmed, you eventually find refuge in a quiet park. Slumping onto a weathered bench beneath the swaying trees, you let your gaze drift aimlessly across the serene yet alien landscape. The surreal quality of your surroundings so vivid and real collides with the gnawing fatigue in your limbs. Tears sting your eyes, a silent testament to the overwhelming uncertainty of your situation. Clutching the slip of paper with the address, you can’t help but wonder if it holds the key to unraveling this mystery as to why you were brought here, why your name appears on documents you don’t recall creating or as to why you can understand Korean as if it's your first language.

After a moment of soul-searching, you summon the courage to interact with a local. Following a series of nervous exchanges and carefully chosen words, you obtain directions to the address printed on that mysterious slip of paper to an apartment building that seems to promise a temporary refuge from the chaos outside.

With the directions etched in your mind, you retrace your steps and arrive at the building. Digging deeper into the contents of your backpack, you discover a lease form for an apartment along with a small key bearing a room number. After a brief, rushed meeting with the landlord, you are ushered up a narrow flight of stairs and stand before a door marked with the matching number. Pushing it open, you step into a bare, sparse space that strangely mirrors the early days of your old apartment, a single bedroom, a modest bathroom, a little kitchenette devoid of any real comforts. There are a few cardboard boxes but that's it.

The landlord’s final words echo in your ears as he departs “The movers finished just this afternoon, and everything is ready for ya. Your down payment has already been covered for the first two months but after that you’ll need to start paying again. Have a good night!” You watch him leave, feeling a bittersweet mix of relief and isolation as you begin to claim this new space as your temporary sanctuary.

Alone now, you wander through the apartment with tentative hope. You explore every room the cramped bedroom, the simple bathroom, the kitchen with its sparse cupboards gathering the few essentials left in cardboard boxes, clothes, toiletries, bedding, and a few meager kitchen supplies. Putting everything away felt like chore that sucked more energy out of you than 

You gather your thoughts and head to the bathroom for a warm, comforting shower. The water cascades over you, washing away some of the immediate shock, yet the water on your skin feels like reminders of the harsh reality you face. You let the water drown out the cacophony of your racing heart, even as the heavy question looms in your mind. What will happen to you?

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[agentstarkid]

m e e t . . . fiorella amato

(the joker & the queen's character moodboard & hc's)

ʚɞ Fiorella Analía Amato Betancourt — September 5th, 1996.

ʚɞ Born and raised in Carolina, Puerto Rico, she's proudly rooted in her heritage, wearing it like a second skin with her vibrant Spanglish, and the warmth she brings to everyone she meets.

ʚɞ Widely known as Fio—she is a true Caribbean hurricane in the best way, with a unapologetic and bold personality that shines as brightly as her sense of style.

ʚɞ Even though she's an extrovert through and through, don’t let her playful side fool you because Fio is more than just the life of the party—she’s intensely focused and a hard worker who never misses a beat.

ʚɞ She has a naturally organized way about her, a true Virgo who believes in doing everything with precision and intention. As Y/N's personal assistant, Fio is the backbone, balancing responsibilities with a grace that only she can pull off.

ʚɞ Be ready for her to call you out on your bs—always with love of course, but never missing a beat with her quick wit and genuine honesty.

ʚɞ She’s definitely all about high standards, whether in friendships, fashion, or food, and she’ll always pick out the best restaurants, her meal photos poised to make it to her Instagram story.

ʚɞ She’s openly bisexual, embracing every aspect of herself with pride, and her boundless support and encouragement make her the friend everyone wants in their corner.

ʚɞ This woman is fiercely loyal and the protective big sister of the group—mess with her friends, and you’re in for a storm; she’s a ride-or-die in every sense of the phrase, she’s always got your back, no questions asked. And underneath her sun-kissed skin and loud personality is a girl’s girl through and through—passionate, resilient, and unwavering in her devotion to those she loves.

ʚɞ She organizes her playlists by mood, color-codes her closet (even by season), and has a lucky anklet she’s worn since high school, claiming it wards off “bad vibes”. Has a habit of lighting palo santo to cleanse the energy in any room she stays in, even hotels on the road—something she shares with Y/N.

ʚɞ She also has a little superstition that seeing a dragonfly means good luck, and every time she spots one, she says that it’s a sign that good things are coming.

ʚɞ Count on her to always bring spicy snacks in her purse, and at every celebration, she’s known for bringing homemade coquito (her family’s recipe, of course), insisting that “real coquito only comes from la isla”.

ʚɞ And when she laughs, she laughs hard—with a contagious energy that lights up the whole room.

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synopsis ✧ you've always dreamt of having your fantasy-like love story. naturally, hearing the sweet melodic ring of your love alarm was what you wanted the most, right? until it actually happened. four times.

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y/n (fem) ʚɞ fashion design major (1st year), loves romanticising her life and can be very delusional, reading and writing are her hobbies, so she takes a creative writing class, best friends with kai since high school, but got adopted by the 01z in their first semester (best thing that happened in her life)

jeongin ʚɞ film major (2nd year), doesn't really know what's going on, knows a lot of people (how?), wants to film a coming-of-age movie with his friends, but is too shy to tell them, romantic at heart but acts tough

kai ʚɞ game design major (1st year), kind of wants to drop out already, doesn't really like the design part of his major - he just wants to play games (scammed), y/n's partner in crime and her closest friend since high school

yunjin ʚɞ musical theatre major (2nd year), y/n's ride or die and her roommate, mom of the group energy (secretly wants to be the baby), believes in fate and soulmates, very smart and logical

beomgyu ʚɞ music major (2nd year), reliable (from unreliable sources), teasing is his love language, loves songwriting and playing the guitar, idolises mingi (shouldn't), slight anger issues

warnings ✧ scissors misuse (?), beomgyu in a dress (deserves his own warning)

note ✧ here's the first part of the character profiles for our main cast! hope you got to know the lo$ers a bit better with this short introduction and a little sneak peek of their gc! also, y/n and jeongin don't have twt accs yet (will do later).

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[yukku]

ʚɞ Thebe Park 🌳

A park for tartosa because I wanted a big one and I can't find one

༊·˚Build details:

📐50x40

🏡Park

📍Thebe estate, tartosa

🚽4 Bathrooms

༊·˚Packs used:

🟨Ep: High School Years, Cottage Living, Snowy Scape, Eco Life Style, Discover University, Seasons, Cats & Dogs, City Living, Get Together, Get to Work

🟦Gp: Werewolves, My Wedding Stories, Journey to Batuu(only stairs and floor), Realm of magic, Strangerville, Jungle Adventure, Parenthood, Vampires, Dine Out, Spa Day, Outdoor Retreat,

🟩Sp: Toddler Stuff, Kids Room Stuff, Perfect Patio Stuff

🟪Kits: Everyday Clutter Kit, Little Campers Kit

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⟡Origin ID: YukkuTrait | TrayFiles

@sssvitlanz @maxismatchccworld @public-ccfinds Thank you! ♡⊹

[fushiguroll]

The Five Ws of Love - when   

ʚɞ series m.list  | previous 

when you loved was the high school sweetheart. the chapter of your story began last semester of junior year and came to an end just before the start of college. 

you and him had been in the same class since freshman year, but for a class of twenty some people, you’ve never talked to him, until the day seat assignments changed and you were seated next to each other. the chemistry was instantaneous. 

sugawara koshi had an easygoing charm. something about him was reminiscent of warm, April breezes just as the flowers start to bloom again.

he had invited you to one of his volleyball games and when his teammates asked who you were, he answered “girlfriend”. and you don’t correct him.  

when April makes it way back around, you think of sugawara, and decides it was a bit unfair because he managed to embody both youth and love. the rush of young love, puppy love, is unique and almost entirely impossible to replicate because you can only be 17 and 18 once.

high school was a time of innocence, youthful awkwardness, discovery, and adventure. you and him experienced all these elements in things like the first time he picked up your hand, fingers intertwined in his coat pocket, as the two of you walked home together. sneaky glances in the hallway, him playfully bumping into you as you crossed paths. it was the empty sky, loitered with the exception of a few stars, as you held each other and whispered your first “I love yous”. and it was the dramatic first kiss as he pulled you in, his lips crashing into yours after the first big argument. 

sugawara was a nostalgic love, a distant memory preserved in a time where neither of can ever go back. people look down on first loves, thinking it nothing more than a glorified crush mistaken as love. but though you were just kids, there is no doubt that when you and him were there, you and sugawara koshi were in love.

next: where I loved