#juno!

i went with briarthena purely bc of the idea that hit me like lightning yesterday lmao

also, i wrote this with the image of juicy being a 16yr old who talks like my sister does so please forgive the new gen z/alpha slang and hope you enjoy the ridiculousness sjmxzkhnbdjk 😊🥰

31. “I’m sorry, you’re a what?”

After an exhaustingly long day at the office, all Athena wanted to do was sit on the couch in her pajamas with a glass of wine and shut off her brain. But her luck in doing so was nowhere to be found. 

She was late leaving the office, which caused her to get stuck in a wave of traffic that took twenty minutes to get through, on top of the twenty-five minutes extra she spent clueing up the last of her emails.

When Athena finally did get home, she hoped her luck would turn around. The sight of her girlfriend sitting in the living room – and the fact that her daughter was staying over at a friend's house for the weekend – was definitely a start in Athena's mind.

However, when she was halfway from the bedroom to the kitchen, Athena realized she had misaligned the buttons on her pajama top, making it slant on her body. With a huff, she fixed the buttons as she walked the rest of the way to the kitchen, happily grabbing a bottle of red wine and a large glass.

And just as she goes to take a long sip from her freshly poured glass, prepared for the taste of the smooth liquid, Athena manages to miss her mouth and spills the dark wine over her pale pajama top she had just fixed. 

A pathetic whimper escapes the older woman’s lips, “Goddamnit, I’m such a chud,” 

Briar’s head snaps up from her doomscrolling to the woman in the kitchen, “I’m sorry, you’re a what?” She questions, not believing what her ears had heard.

“I said I’m a chud. I’m chopped and unc. I–” 

“Hold on, wait,” Briar interrupts, “Do you even know what you’re saying?”

“Yes, I know what I'm saying! I’m not that old that I don’t know new slang,” Athena snapped as she feverishly dabbed at the new stain with a paper towel.

Briar looked at her doubtfully with a high arched brow – sometimes a look can say more than words ever could.

The glare was like a truth serum as Athena caved to honesty, “Juicy gave me a Gen Z vocab lesson so she didn’t have to keep explaining the same things to me,” 

That seemed like a much more possible scenario than Athena learning these of her own accord. 

Briar got up from the couch and wrapped an arm around Athena’s waist, walking her back to the bedroom, “Alright, c’mon, I’ll take care of the stain while you change. I’ll even bring you your glass of wine after so you won’t spill it again and lose more aura points,”

“I know that one,” Athena moped to herself and it took everything Briar had to stifle the laugh that crept up upon hearing what was probably an inside thought spoken aloud.

Sorry, sorry, sorry, you probably don’t recognize me, um… I opened at a concert you played at once! I should’ve gotten your autograph or something, man I feel dumb…

Um, but, it’s cool to see you here!”

— @starfightofficial

"Ach, you look familiar! It was the 2025 world tour, no? It's nice to see you again"

Oh boy so Juno and Plo as padawans…

Sfd I’ll go with the funniest one. So they liked to challenge themselves to see who was the “sneakiest” (it wasn’t either of them. They were both loud as heck). So the challenge was to see who could dye Yoda’s hair bright pink.

Plo attempted first. Got caught so fast, like. Didn’t make it down the hallway before some temple guards stoped him.

UPTOWN GIRL

pairings . tsunemi chiba x gn! reader.

summary . the moment chiba saw you, he fell head over heels. now that you two were closer than ever, he decided to take the next big step.

content . language / chiba is nervous / mentions of crowds / the reader is smooth as hell though / fluff

author’s note . in my headcanon, chiba is the perfect man, anon. so glad you’re asking for chiba appreciation 😭.

You didn’t think that going to an underground club was a good idea, but of course, your friends would always insist on taking you places. The night was filled with the smell of beer and sweat ; two unflattering smells that you hated.

It was also full of loudness. People running across the stage and rapping out insults at each other to get a rise out of the audience. For some reason, it would always end in a vocal argument backstage that everyone could hear.

Intimidating as it was, it wasn’t hard to fit in if you just laid low — so that’s exactly what you did for a majority of the night. The uptown of Tokyo was lively on weekends. You would hear sounds of many bands coming from the speakers of social bars and grills ; before you went downstairs, you heard the melodic singing of Billy Joel from a YMCA just next to the facility.

That night was fight night. Not actually a physical fight night, but it was just as intense. Two audience members would walk on stage to spit verses at their opponents, battling it out until the crowd would decide who the winner was. The loser would always get shammed ( genuinely, it was a miracle that some losers would even bother to show their face around the club again ).

You walked in, were greeted by the unthreatening bouncer, and stumbled into the main area where all the regulars were gathered, bopping their hand to the sound of rhythms from the speakers. Your eyes met a young man with coily brown hair, a decent amount of stubble on his chin. He was tearing up the microphone with his voice. In a way, his presence had gotten you hyped before you even knew what he was going to say.

You spoke with him later that night — you learned that his name was Tsunemi Chiba, but he would just go by Chiba. He worked at a local ramen shack, he liked music, and he was in a band. The band part was no surprise, he had a damn good personality — you would’ve been surprised if he wasn’t in one.

Chiba almost flipped his lid when you slid your number into his pocket. He got so excited that you could see his face light up with every shade of red possible. You walked away from him that night and he started to run around frantically — like a teenage girl who’s crush just noticed her in the hallways of school.

You started to call him about 3 times a week. Usually on the days after his performances. You would tell him that he did a good job, he would thank you, and it would stop there — over the months, those conversations turned into laughs, those laughs turned into hours zooming by.

You would stop by Chiba’s workplace to grab food, but also to see him and talk to him. Sometimes his boss would yell at him for getting so excited and almost shouting every time he would see you walk by.

His attitude would change tremendously when you would be around. Chiba ; who seems like such an extreme, go-getter type of guy would immediately melt like putty the moment he would see you. When you would talk, his eyes would soften and he would stare at you with such intrigue in his eyes.

You will never forget the day he finally worked up the courage to ask you out.

You two were standing outside of the ramen place he worked at. Chiba had one of his sneakers pressed against the wall as you two talked about your day. You noticed how his hands fidgeted more than usual, like he was going to explode if he didn’t admit something to you.

“Are you constipated?” You teased, Chiba’s eyes shooting open.

“What? No,” he shook his head nonchalantly, one of his hands fiddling with something in the pocket on his black jeans, “it’s just hot as hell. Hah, it really wasn’t a good idea for you to come out here and get ramen on the hottest day of summer, y’know

“Whatever you say. I guess I should start heading home before the container gets too cold — nobody likes cold broth.” You start to turn on your heel, taking a few steps forward.

“Wait,” Chiba stopped you, reaching out his hand flatly to stop you in your tracks, “c.. can I ask you something?” His voice seemed almost uncertain — like he was ponder something in his head.

“Hm? What’s up?” You asked, facing him again with a smug smile.

“So … I was thinking — since, y’know … Beck is performing at Grateful Sound soon. I was wondering if — maybe afterwards … you would want to..” Chiba’s voice started to fade the more he actually started to process what he was saying. It was a dramatic change from his normal, confident self. Anybody who knew Chiba for 5 minutes could tell that he was nervous — just by the way he was struggling to hold on to any of his words. “… y/n, would you want to go out with me?!” His voice raised. He finally exploded.

“Really?” You asked, eyes narrowing the more you thought about it. “Yeah, that sounds great, Chi.”

“… I knew you were going to say no, but I promise you, this does not have to be— wait, what?” Before he finished his apologetic monologue that he had surprisingly prepared, his body stood tensely. “Y/n, you will?”

“Why not? As long as it’s not the most boring date ever of course. Knowing you — you would never make things boring on purpose. So why not?”

Chiba gave you a toothy grin, shaking like a rocket ship that was about to take off. “I promise you — it’ll be the best damn date you’ll ever go on!”