#See Stu was always goofy and then just turned it up to 11.

[lexyscross]

Thinking about how Amber and Ethan were both so chill throughout the movies, and then once they revealed their true colors, they started acting like they’d just snorted cocaine. They’re both clearly Unwell; how did they just hide that? Send tweet

[yoonqua]

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a/n: i had no idea what to do for this next part. i wrote and re-wrote about 5 different times. if you see any mistakes feel free to tell me! 

choi san x reader \\ 1k words \\ nov 3 2022

And Pose

11:45 am

“Oh my god. Oh my GOD! He touched my hand!!!!!” The volume of the girl’s vocal chords makes you wince. You watch as she frantically shakes what seems to be her best friend. Or just a girl next to her. You sigh at the hysteria that your partner loves to cause everywhere you two go. Don’t take it wrong—you cause some too, but you don't encourage it the way he does. He acts as if he were BTS–even creating his own fan-name, although you always forget it;  it’s too stupid and makes you cringe. 

Nero says it’s good to create a public image and interact with the people for trust or whatever, but you think he just likes the attention. LIke 100% sure that's why cause he never seems to leave you alone either. Every time you go to transform and you open your multi-use magical ladybug yo-yo, it’s always swarmed with random texts and voicemails for him about the randomest things. In the beginning when you two had become closer, it startled you how much he seemed to trust you, but you’ve gotten used to it. Now that you think of it, he kind of reminds you of Wooyoung.

You narrow your eyes  at him as he speaks to a little girl with cat ear headbands. You imagine Wooyoung’s features behind the black mask and under the goofy cat ears. You know he’s not Wooyoung. One, he would’ve told you by now and two, he’s literally in the crowd waiting for an autograph. You’re just bored now and you imagine what it would be like if Wooyoung got the cat miraculous and not whoever the fuck Nero is. You know for sure you wouldn’t get shit done, assuming he would act the same and you two knew of each other enough to be completely comfortable around one another. You two get into enough trouble as is during school, the city wouldn’t need to suffer through that.

Nero looks up now as his ring begins to beep frantically, so he quickly gets up and waves to the crowd. You see Wooyoung slump and you stifle a laugh. 

“Come on, sidekick,” he turns to you and beacons you to him in a dramatic arm wave.

You roll your eyes and begin following behind him, ignoring the people calling your name,“Why am I the sidekick you stu–”

“Shh” he puts his finger up to your mouth, “the children.” 

You roll your eyes again and push his arm away from you. You don’t say anything, but you assume he understands the look on your face that screams “I wanna go home.”

San furrows his eyes slightly once he really pays attention to your form as you two walk away from the crowd. He wonders if you had been waiting long for him. He remembers seeing you glare at him earlier and he begins to feel bad, but then he also remembers that today you used him as bait for the sentimonster to munch on, so the feeling dissipated quickly. 

As he begins to want to begin a conversation, he notices you’re gone. Oh well, he thinks, he’ll just see you tonight during patrol. He’s thinking of buying pizza to drag out the time. San’s never been a night owl until he met you–actually, until he got his miraculous, to be exact but you came soon after so his memory kind of lumps it all together. San shakes his head and laughs at your text through his staff. He always imagines what it would be like if he was the only hero in this city, especially since he grew up basically alone, so having someone to rely on was a complete change of pace for him. 

 He constantly thanks the Universe for having bestowed the cat miraculously unto him–especially since the previous holders had to give them up. He still doesn’t know how to feel about it though. The general public doesn’t seem to notice there were changes to the widely known heroes, so there’s that. All he saw during the beginning of his career were articles written about petty mistakes you two would make. Which was a lot and constantly made him wonder if it was really worth it. Whoever now had the moth miraculous was certainly making your lives a million times easier, though. He wonders if the previous holders feel jealous about it. 

San stands up straighter, investigating the area, making sure no one sketchy is around; darting his head left and right. Instead, he sees the college students that begin to file out the building on their way home to tell everyone of the trauma they endured today. He’s glad you two got the job done quickly. 

Having deemed the area safe, he begins walking on down to the park. He could get there much quicker, but he decides to take his time and stroll through the city. There aren’t too many people out so he easily hides in a two-way alley to detransform. He doesn’t understand how he’s never been caught transforming because there have been times where he’s pretty sure it's been out in the open, but he doesn’t question the magic. Because it already doesn’t make sense how he gets clothed in his costume and mask that can’t be ripped apart; if he were to think about it, he’d probably have a stroke or something.

He catches himself in the mirror and looks at his form. He’s been gaining muscle mass, he notes. He looks way different from the time he last saw himself. He definitely looks mature now. He flexes his right arm and giggles as the small biceps pops out.

“Cool.” he grins. He always thought it was the magic from his suit that controlled him while he was fighting, but it’s more like the magic controls his brain, so he knows exactly what to do. He’s definitely still not used to it.

It’s now been almost an hour since today's fight, so he decides he should probably get out of costume. He begins to swing his staff while thinking about where to go. Home is probably the safest option, so he quickly hits it on the ground and it extends, launching him between the buildings and he lands on his feet on top of the city hotel. He hears a few cheers from below and he waves at the pedestrians before taking off into a sprint.

[sinslasherfics]

hi i hope your doing well! i love your writing :D i was wondering if i could request a stu x reader, he and his s/o are stuck inside together bc its super snowy out? i need some winter fluff for this boy hehe

hello!! hope you’re doing well, too 😊 and thank you, i’m super glad that you love my writing, it means so much 🥺❤️ And can I just say I LOVED writing this. writing anything to do with winter/christmas never fails to get into the holiday spirit!! Side note: I wrote it as similar to the ask as possible, but i got carried away and it ended somewhat different? still a snowed-in kind of deal though! hope you enjoy <3

Snowed In

(Stu Macher x reader)

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You’d heard from local weather reports that the snow would come in heavy tonight. Everyone had, and made the wise choice of staying in the comfort of their own homes. However, your oh so smart boyfriend, Stu Macher insisted on going over to your place for a while. Yes, he was aware that there could be a blizzard today. And no, he did not care.

“Stu, seriously. If it does snow that hard how’re you gonna get back to your own place?” You asked as he tried to keep up with your fast-paced walking. Stu responded as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, “I’ll just stay the night at yours, duh.” You gave him a look. “wouldn’t your parents ask about you?” He shrugged, throwing an arm around your shoulder. “Nah, they’re barely home anyway. Doubt today’s an exception.”

“What would we even do?” you questioned, now growing more fond of the idea of spending the night snowed in with your goofy boyfriend. He grinned down at you. “What we always do! cook up some popcorn, watch scary movies, maybe do some other things.” he teased as you reached over to lightly slap his shoulder. “come on, please? it’ll be, like, the best day of your life! no one can pass up this opportunity.” Stu exaggerated, leaning almost all of his weight on you.

“Stu-! Get off of me, you doofus!” “No can do! not until you agree to let me stay the night? please!” Laughing, you pushed him off of you. “Alright, alright! fine. You can come over, but only for a little while. We don’t need you getting stuck at mine.” He waved it off, “Pfft, you’re saying that like it’s a bad thing. I’d gladly get stuck anywhere with you.” Wiggling his eyebrows, he playfully placed a sloppy kiss on your cheek. You mocked disgust, wiping you cheek off. “yeah, yeah whatever. i’ll see you later!” you voiced, now walking your seperate ways.

“Adios! and i’m pickin’ the movies, yours are weak!” S Reaching over to pick up snow, you rolled it into a ball and threw it at Stu’s back at his comment as he walked away. He turned around almost immediately, picking up a bigger chunk of snow. “Two can play this game!” Your eyes widened before you turned to run away from the tall boy with the huge snowball.

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Night time rolled around, and the snow had started to fall harder. Staring out of the window, you gnawed your bottom lip as you watched for Stu. Sure, he insisted he would be fine but with the amount of snow and ice on the ground you were sure he would slip and injure himself. Your eyes landed on a running figure in the distance, as you squinted to make out who it was. You stood rather quickly from your spot and ran to the door once you noticed it was your idiot boyfriend, running in the ice laughing everytime he almost slipped.

The cold rushed in as soon as you opened the front door, a few snowflakes sneaking their way in as well. Stu rushed in, pulling you with him as he closed the door behind him, wind slamming it shut. “Are you seriously only wearing a sweater.” You deadpanned, glaring at him. “not too bad out there.” he excused, that signature grin on his face. Your hands reached up to cup his face, “Stu! you’re face is practically freezing.” As he reached up to feel his own face, he realized you were, in fact, correct.

“Well, that’s what blankets are for!” He dived onto the living room couch that you’d already set up to watch movies on. You shook your head as you walked over to the couch, smiling fondly. Stu is an idiot. But, he’s your idiot. He sat up to pull you onto him, practically squeezing you into his chest.

“you gonna let go anytime soon?” your words came out muffled. “nope.” he responded, popping the ‘p’. He felt you sigh against him as you gave in, his grin growing wider. “can you at least pick out the movies? since my taste in them is lame, apparently.” you spoke, looking up at him. “don’t take too much offense, babe. we both know i’m the one with better taste in horror movies.” He finally freed you from his grip in favor of leaning his back into the comfortable couch.

“as if,” you scoffed, pushing yourself off the couch to grab the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table. Stu snatched it from your hands, holding it above his head before you can attempt to grab it back. “I’ve come up with a different idea, other than watching movies all night.” you raised an eyebrow at this. “Really? what’s your idea?” You know the look in his eyes all too well.

They twinkled with mischief, with playfulness. “Let’s go out in the snow.” Your eyebrows furrowed. “are you kidding? there’s like, a blizzard out there.” His eyes shot over to the window. “Doesn’t look too bad to me.” He responded, nonchalantly. You only smiled as you booped his still cold nose.

“nothing’s too bad for you,” You grabbed the popcorn back now that he was distracted. “now let’s watch these movies.” Never one to turn down a good horror film, Stu complied and turned his attention to the t.v screen. You spent a good few hours like that, laughing and commenting along with him. The both of you cuddled up and sharing kisses every now and then. Suddenly you were glad you let him come over.

Otherwise, you would have spent a lonely night without him. Neither of you noticed when the time hit 11 pm, it only came to your attention when the 5th movie of the night ended. Pouts on both your faces, Stu reluctantly stood from his comfortable place on the couch. “Let me at least get you a jacket.” You mumbled as you clung onto him, arms wrapped around his waist. His hand took hold of your chin, making you look up at him. You were met with that cute grin of his. “Don’t need it, i’ve got a sweater.” “Do you WANT to catch hypothermia? frostbite?” His blue eyes stared into your (e/c) eyes. “You worry too much, baby~! it’s so cute!” he cooed, hands squishing your cheeks together. You rolled your eyes in mock annoyance, the blush on your cheeks giving away your act. Walking him over to the door, you grabbed a spare coat from the coat hanger shoving it into his arms.  Leaning down to your height, he placed a gentle kiss against your lips. “See you soon?” Stu spoke, still smiling. “See you soon.” You confirmed, a smile of your own on your face. The weather, however, had other plans for the two of you. For as soon as you opened the door, it almost immediately slammed shut due to the strength of the wind. Going over to the window, your eyes widened at the snow-flooded streets and sidewalks. “Guess I gotta stay, huh?” Stu was smug as you turned to him. You smiled widely as you jumped on him, almost knocking him over. 

“Guess you do.” you replied, pressing another kiss to his soft lips.