#yay drabble time!

[lovelyjuju]

AHHH IM OBSESSED WITH YOUR &TEAM FICS TT can I plss request small ramen shop worker!eujioo x reader (like in their recent all-light show </3 he looked so bf that ep) smth like the reader being introduced to a lowkey alley ramen joint by a friend, reader starts to frequent the spot alone bc of the qt patootie worker who always gives her a few extra shrimp tempura or gyoza on the house 💔💔 ughh I love a good strangers2lovers. also just love euijoo :( (peep @/aeribej on tiktok, her march 5th? vid of him working SOO CUTEE)

also can I be 💫 anon pls!

no cause i literally saw that exact vid like.. 10 minutes before you sent that ask?? and i agree i agree i agree, i was literally melting watching that 😞 like yes show me a soft spoken guy being kind and sweet and i'm on the floor

like imagine visiting the spot alone for the first time. you'd been there with your friend before, maybe two or three times, but never alone. so when you get there after a long day, it feels a little awkward stepping inside without them, especially if they visit the store so often that they kind of befriended the staff already.

yet, euijoo would recognize you, eyes widening just slightly in surprise as he sees you walking in alone. he offers a friendly smile, just a hint softer compared to the one he gives others, but you don't really notice.

"do you want your usual or would you like to try something else?" he asks, catching you off guard by how he remembered your order although you've been there only a few times before.

"uh... can you recommend anything?" you ask back, listening to how he explains all the different dishes. something like "based on what you ordered last time, you might enjoy this one," or "if you like spicy food, you should definitely try that one. or that one, that has a good burn but is a bit less spicy, if you're unsure," while pointing to the different options on the menu.

the way he talks, a mixture of softness and excitement in his voice, as if he's really enjoying what he's doing, manages to put a smile on your face as you go for one of his suggestions. "great choice," he says with a warm smile and just a tiiiiny hint of flush on his cheeks before he turns around and goes back into the kitchen to prepare your order.

when he sets down a plate of freshly fried gyoza next to your bowl of ramen, you blink at him in surprise, but he beats you to it before you can ask. "they're on the house," he explains with a smile somewhere between excitment and shyness.

and he'd just do it again and again, always adding a little extra to your orders each time you visit or discounting you a little. and whenever you ask he just says that, "you're coming by often, so you get special treatment," only sometimes admitting that "you might just be my favorite customer."

at some point, he'd start asking about your day and you both would just exchange stories and experiences until talking to him begins to feel as comfortable as if you'd known each other forever.

one time, when your schedule is just way too packed, and you're rushing to the store only to find euijoo just closing it, you stop in the middle of the street, ready to turn around and go home – but you hear him calling "wait!" and he re-opens just for you, although he already cleaned everything :(

when he asks why you're so late this time and you tell him about your rough day, he decides to make you a dish that's not on the menu. it's just something he tried out for himself after one of his shifts that somehow ended up being his secret comfort food, but he's willing to share it with you. so when he sits down on the opposite side of the table, a bowl of his favorite ramen for each of you, he just lets you ramble about how stressful everything was and how pressured you felt, nodding understandingly to show you he's listening.

once you're done, you feel much lighter, as if just being with him lifted the weight of the world from your shoulders. after the two of you washed the dishes and cleaned up the stoves together, and you kindly declined his offer of taking you home, not wanting to cause more trouble (although euijoo would never think of you that way), you scribble your phone number on a napkin and tell him to "please hit me up if you ever need anything. i owe you, especially after today."

he'd just shrug it off but, trust, as soon as you're out the door, he immediately pulls out his phone, saves your number and drafts a "did you get home safely?" text that he plans to send in the next 15 minutes <3

[distractionpie]

The team were supportive when Buck first shared his idea, but he’s not surprised when, after Eddie’s departure, Hen pulls him aside. "It was good of you to solve Eddie's renter problem, but... now things are less urgent you could find another tenant to take over.” “And find another new place? I’ve barely unpacked.” “Staying in someone's place after they're gone? You know how this ends."  "It isn't like that." Buck knows he’s been pretty pathetic about it, but he’s come too far to be dismissed as repeating old mistakes. “Buck…” "It’s different. I know Eddie is never coming back."

[intrepidacious]

this is barely a prompt but johnny + touch-starved? 🥺🫶🏻

gifted | j.s.

a/n: did you mean the entire plot of the second movie

He’s always touching you, especially when you’re out in public; a hand around your waist or your shoulders, his fingers interlacing with yours, his foot nudging against your ankle as soon as you sit down, a smile on his face. It’s like a secondary super power Johnny possesses, the open warmth he shows his affection with, and you love it, because it’s the most honest he ever lets himself be.

So when he stops, it’s not like you’re not going to notice.

Sue being literally engulfed in flames has hit him to the core and you understand, of course you do; but he’s retreating into himself in a way he never has before, not with you, not with anyone, and so you can’t help but wonder, "Is this you breaking up with me or are you just waiting until I do it?"

His mouth falls open when the words hit, harsher, perhaps, than you intended, but you’re confused and scared and hurting, too, and you miss him, even though saying that seems unfair in the light of everything that’s been happening. But of course, Johnny is smarter than the world gives him credit for, and so he swallows and the next thing he says is, "You don’t have super powers that will keep you alive if I—if something happens."

It’s your turn, then, to reach out for him, despite the nervous tick in his jaw, to let your fingers brush against his cheek, your breath held for the impact of the invisible shock that never comes, to stop his hand from shaking by placing your own on top, to let him melt against you with a sob of relief when your embrace brings nothing but comfort, after all; and maybe sometimes, you think, being just a normal human is a gift in and of itself, too.

[jon-withnoh]

My back was flush against the shelves. I felt books shifting behind me, the unity of their spines forcibly broken. Her lips tasted like wine. I made an involuntary sound as Rebecca leaned in to kiss me a second time. If the way she looked at me had made me feel warm, her touch set me aflame. Briefly, ridiculously, I worried the books behind me would catch fire. I gripped Rebecca's waist, unsure whether to pull her in or push her away.

She smiled against my lips, then drew back and laughed. "I knew you had some spark in you."

Prompt 16: laughing while kissing

[fiadorable]

how many times? too many - a snw drabble

🦾 Trektober 2023 Day Thirty: Time Loop ❤️ Pikeuna 📖 Una is stuck in a time loop that ends with Enterprise's destruction. Exhausted after failing to break out of the loop several times, she takes a leap of faith... into Chris' bed. 💥 Read it below or on AO3

"A time loop?" he repeats. Fingertips feather-like, he measures the length of her spine, her hip's supple arc, then settles, warm and weighty. "How many times?" 

"Too many." 

"Is that how you knew I liked..."

Una chuckles. "No, lucky guess."

"The temporal feedback should—"

A garbled comm opens, cuts off abruptly as the ship rocks under fire. Combat lighting splits the starlight streaming through the viewports. 

"Too late. Red alert," Una whispers.

Chris' grip on her hip tightens. "How can I help?"

Una shakes her head, kisses him hard. "You can't," she says, as the ship explodes around her again.

[forgivenpunishment]

⩥ searching... (pt. 2)

⩥ verse: mothwood (w. @orangetintedglasses)

The desert is vaster than he remembers it being.

Dune after dune after dune after boulder after canyon after dune…

There's still no sign of Vash the Stampede, and there are so many directions that he could've gone. Wolfwood visits several towns that he's sure Vash would've passed through in order to even survive, and he finds no information. Less than no information—these people haven't even gotten word of the bounty yet. They don't know who Vash the Stampede is. It's as if Wolfwood stepped into another reality where Vash never existed, and hell, he never thought he'd be happy if he saw Vash's stupid smile on a wanted poster again, but here he is wishing this next inn has him front and center.

… But, yet again, he stares at a relatively empty bounty board. Stale bounties for veritable tumbleweeds of criminals reflect the state of his mental health plainly through cracked corkboard. Unfortunately, his heartbreak can't be hidden behind dark sunglasses.

"You look like you're after a lost lover, boy," the tavern's owner sidles up beside him, eyeing the Punisher with a concerned look. Recognition? There's a flash of… something. Considering Wolfwood's never been to this part of the world before, he needs to follow this lead to its end. "Those are criminals, not personal ads."

Wolfwood scoffs at the notion, hating how close the man is to the truth, but not willing to admit it.

"You don't see a lot of crime down here," the priest states plainly, "Why?"

"Well, look around you," the tavernkeep chuckles, "Everything worth a damn is up north. You wanna be a criminal, you're not gonna get very far stealin' from people who have nothing in the first place. You'd have more luck being a scavenger, and no one remembers scavengers for very long after they're gone."

"I'm looking for a tall blond guy. Spiky hair, blue eyes, orange sunglasses, bright red coat," Wolfwood turns to face the shorter man, "Wouldn't miss him. This is the only settlement for iles—have you ever seen anyone like that?"

The man's expression tightens. He's not a natural liar. Wolfwood tries to keep his blood from boiling over. Maintaining his composure, his fingers curl tighter into the Punisher's wrappings as he waits for an answer.

"Mm. Nope, I've never seen anyone like that. We get a few blonde ladies every now and again, but a blond man in a red jacket doesn't—"

Wolfwood sets Punisher down behind him and grapples the inkeeper by the collar of his shirt, nearly lifting him off of his toes. He grits his teeth as he spits out his words, "Why are you lying? Ain't anyone ever tell you it's a sin to lie?"

How many people have been lying to him so far? Has he truly been so despondent that he never noticed their lies? This man didn't even try to resist—he's guilty.

"Look—look, it's not what you—" the innkeeper swallows loudly, noticing Wolfwood use his other hand to remove his Grader from its holster, "He paid me to say that—! I swear, I swear, it was him who paid me to—"

…

This is the truth. Wolfwood can tell with the tears, his unsteady breathing, the way his heart beats…

Why would Vash go through so much effort to throw him off course?

"He," Wolfwood's mouth is dry as he tries to speak, setting the man back down on the floor, "He paid you? How fucking much did he pay you?!"

"250 double-dollars! He said it was the last of his money, he was desperate, please don't kill me—"

"Fuck. I'm not going to—I'm not killing you. You're a shit liar though, should probably work on the whole… loyalty thing," he holsters his weapon with a sad sigh. In return, his fingers remove a smoke from his jacket. His heart feels like it's in his damn throat—he has to beat it back down into the abyss it lives in before speaking again. Cigarette smoke does a fine enough job at that.

Several moments pass, and the other man hasn't made a move to either remove Wolfwood from the premises or get away from him.

It's already been a month of searching. Has it been for nothing? Is this… really what Vash wants?

Maybe, Wolfwood thinks to himself, maybe it wasn't Vash denying himself what he wanted after all. Maybe he really was doing something selfish and running away from something that he didn't want.

Fuck.

The undertaker grinds the hind of his cigarette between his teeth—it's the only way to stave off the inevitable flow of emotions that he'll let out later, quietly, under a blanket and away from any mirrors.

"He said he was going to go east. That's the closest town over from here, I told him. They were havin' trouble with their Plant last I heard, and he took off like a shot in the dark. Couldn't even warn him about the storm comin'. I don't think he would've cared."

After he finishes speaking, the tavernkeep steps away and moves silently back behind the bar counter. He's polishing glasses that Wolfwood's sure haven't seen use in weeks, if not months.

Vash can't be far. It's stupid, but Wolfwood has a feeling that he can catch up, if not to make up with him, then to give him a piece of his damn mind for leading him on for so long—for giving him something he didn't deserve to have and then taking it away, something that Vash didn't want to give in the first place…

Packing up Angelina one more time, he takes the reins and practically flies across the sand, determined to make it to wherever Vash is before sunset—

But the sky is getting darker. It's not even the evening and the twin suns are nowhere to be seen—the only sight above him and to the horizon are the foreboding clouds of a typhoon. Wolfwood doesn't care—he's always cared in the past, since all that sand tends to clog Angelina's motor up something fierce, but this time he really, really doesn't care. He just needs to find Vash, needs to scour every piece of space debris from here to the next town, he needs to, even if the wind flays his skin, he needs to.

He gets about an hour into the strengthening storm before Angelina gives out on him.

Wolfwood travels another hour by foot until he finds an old building—he's not sure what it used to be, but there looks like some kind of camping debris, and it's fresh!

"Vash?! Vash!" He cups his hands around his mouth and yells as loud as he can for his wayward companion, continuing until his throat is hoarse with kicked up dust and his lungs only cough up more sand. "Blondie! Vash! Please—! Just, just come on, come back, you don't need to—to do this!!"

Tears stream from his eyes and he's not sure if it's from the particles of sand scraping his eyes or from the fresh sensation of his heart breaking out in the open, displaying his sorrow for any predator to take advantage of and kill him unawares.

"Vaaa-sh! Vash!" Wolfwood cries out as his feet blister and his legs give out underneath him. He clutches to the wall of a structure to avoid getting covered in sand and suffocated. "Vash—I'm sorry! Is that what you want to hear?! Please—Please come back! I can't…"

The wind finally knocks him over, pushing him underneath Punisher as though it were a large paperweight. All Wolfwood can taste is the salty tang of tears and snot alongside the grit of sand as he crawls to safety—some lean-to shelter in the heart of this junkyard of dilapidated structures. Consciousness fades unwillingly, and part of the undertaker hopes that he doesn't wake up once the storm passes. Perhaps it would be for the best that way. For both of them.

He hasn't thought like that since he was a kid. He feels pretty childish right now, that's for sure.

"Vash… where are you…?" Wolfwood blearily begins to mumble to himself as the world goes black around him, "I thought we were… thought you wouldn't…"

[valencrime]

You often happen to coincidentally upload a new chapter every time I'm having a particularly bad time, which always makes me feel better lol

You may struggle with Monday night/Tuesday morning. (Or, maybe all those times I posted impulsively ahead of schedule I was psychically picking up on your mood!)

That said, I'm so glad I can cheer you up every once and a while :D

[balladetto]

     Once, when Link was even smaller than he feels, he'd knocked his shoulder out of its socket in a terrible fall.

     Terrible in that he'd cried about it, ashamed and at the then-height of pained, not that it was a particularly horrific tumble. He'd just landed wrong, he remembers someone telling him — frantic and almost apologetic in their reassurance. Too much has happened for him to reconstruct a face for the memory, but Link can still recall the stutter in their words. You're g-gonna be okay. Y-you're gonna— gonna be f-fine.

     And he was. Someone had gone to fetch a healing fairy while others came to keep him company. It'd been the right shoulder, burning at the joint and numb all the way down to his fingertips, but he'd found a spot of hurt he could grit his teeth through; then breathe through; then eventually speak through. By the time the fairy was brought over, Link had been so deep in the rhythm of holding himself together that he'd nearly slapped her away when she broke it.

     He remembers her, he thinks, the most out of everything. There's a distinct clarity associated pain will give you with any recollection. She was rose-pink, a little darker than he was used to, and she'd bristled when he whimpered through a fresh wave of tears and pushed at her with his pinky.

     "Stop that," she'd said. "Bones aren't easy, you know. It'll only hurt for a pinch, it has to for me to fix it. You're already being so brave! Can't you be brave a while longer?"

     Outside the memory, Link lays crumpled on cold tiles, eyelids like crushed butterfly wings and the cave of his chest barely moving as he looks up and up and up. He thinly wonders, for a fixing like this, how long he'd have to keep being brave for.

     Neither of his shoulders took the landing this time, but he knows many things are wrong with both of them. By extension, many things are wrong with all of him. He should take stock, a part of him understands. He'd like to take stock, another part realises, if only he had the capacity to. Each breath shifts the slivers and splinters his bones have shattered into. Agony twists through every vein like a replacement for the blood he imagines paints his trail from platform to windows to the far below floor. He can't feel his fingers, which twitch as if to grip something — his left hand, mangled, rests as if in graveyard dirt.

     There is no amount of searching in this sea that will land him in a place where this might be bearable.

     "Link!" Navi yells, a trilling bell that drowns out the sound of dying. His heart threads an extra thump, like he still has it in him to be scared alongside everything else, before it fades back into a whisper of a pulse. She wheels above him in panicked, powdery circuits: hair to boots and back. "Get up! You have to get up!"

     He does. He does have to. Link doesn't get to think he's gonna die now. He doesn't get to be tired enough — small enough — for that. He draws a rattling inhale, head practically cracking open with how the air presses against its seams. He's sixteen. The world will end if he's nine. He's sixteen, sixteen, sixteen.

     He chokes on liquid rising in his gorge, coughs it up, and closes his eyes when gravity brings the blood down in blotches on his skin. It's— really gross, and that's such a mundane thought in the face of what he has to reckon with that his chest starts spasming with strangled laughter instead.

     "Link!"

     Navi, he replies in his head, 'cause that's all he can do. He traces over more names: Sheik, Zelda, Saria, the Sages, the Kokiri, the list goes on as his voice dips into hitching, searing gasps. It's an awful thing to realise — that's all he can do. Link has to get up, has to be Courage, has to be more than what he is.

     And he can't.

     Sound drifts down from above, mocking. Cruel. It's a laugh getting louder and louder, and Link prises his lashes apart with the sheer will borne from a unique dread. A kind of fear, if you felt it not in sensation, but in the dizzying spiral that is the certainty of where this will all end.

     A kind of fear — and a kind of fury.

     Link is nine, thrown to the ground, battered and muscles stinging with a magic he tastes as something crackling on his tongue. He glares up at the tall man on the tall horse, smouldering so brazenly with protective, frustrated outrage that he shakes with it. He is not unafraid of the sneer that answers him, but he does not look away.

     Link is nine, broken over the ground, near dead and stuck in a body he's tried to make his. His eyes are cold as he watches Ganondorf descend, burning with tears dyed red from failure. The brand on his left hand glows, resonating with a magic he no longer has the nerves to feel. Navi doesn't leave. There are a thousand things he wishes he could scream.

     Large fingers fold around the wrist of his gauntlet, deliberate in their ignorance of the softness a joint that bent must be afforded. As his arm is lifted, the pain dragged along every passing second like some horrible, continuous song-note that eclipses even his fears, he pretends none of the noises coming from him are his and thinks everything that could mean: I hate you.

     He thinks everything that could mean: I'm so sorry.

     The man raises his other hand, palm closing in, and Link forces another entire earth on the child he can't be even here — even now. He does not look away. Navi, oddly muffled, rings something wordless.

     Link waits for the end of this story.

[lochley]

rly grateful for the b5popup event bc it's reminding me of why the b5drabbleproject was so good at kickstarting my creativity for this show?

like writing around a pre-existing prompt in 100 words for things that don't always seem likely on the surface ends up giving me soooooo many ideas I never would've had otherwise, that I try to cram into the drabble but inevitably they spill over and spawn bigger projects that haunt me and trap me here forever :)

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

CHILDREN

I FINALLY PUT MY FIC ON AO3

THE LONG AWAITED WHERE THE STARS DON'T SHINE FANFICTION HAS BEEN SENT TO THE INTERNET (see the joke is that no one asked)

but uh anyways, yeah that's there now

[thelovelybitten]

vera writes fanfiction bc I need ship fuel— 1

today marks the first words of my MULTI-CHAPTER STENDY FIC BEING WRITTEN <3 I’m super proud of the idea I came up with,,, since I haven’t really heard or read a ff like this before (it’s probably out there, shut up vera). It’s going to be such a banger and I can’t wait to share it with the world… it’ll probably be out sometime next year (hopefully summer 2024!) 🥳

I’m going to write all the chapters at once so there is absolutely NO WAIT TIME for uploads and YALL can read it asap !!!!

but yeah, psa I won’t spoil anything bc I’m very secretive of things </3 SORZ

meanwhile, I’ll also continue writing my Stendy week prompts & chapters to my songfic series :) (in which chappie 3 is literally done I just need to throw corrections on it pls it’s embarrassing)

thank u all I’m hyped <3 I’ll keep u all posted on progress.

[the-travelling-witch]

no wonder malleus’s part felt like it took forever

*to lilia, silver and sebek* just so we’re clear this is not happening again, this was an exception

[rebornofstars]

Hi @devil-acid! Your artwork is just incredibly colourful and gorgeous and has inspired me to continue creating for this fandom. I admire you a lot, so I wrote this short piece for you as part of the Fan Joy July challenge based on your artwork. I hope that’s okay!

“Ssh,” says Hyrule, as Wind draws in a breath. “Don’t say anything.” Wind’s mouth closes with a soft clop. He hunches over the little patch of blossoms that are tipped towards the sun in the corner of the woods. The soft pink petals seem to glisten as they reflect the shine from Hyrule’s wings— Because somehow, the traveller has wings. “You’re sitting in a flower,” Wind says, choking up. He cups the plant in his hands. Hyrule beams up at him. He’s so small. “Yeah,” he says. “It’s a secret to everybody. Do you promise not to tell?” “I promise.” Wind can’t hide the wonder in his voice when he says, “you’re a fairy.” The wings flutter at that, quick and bright, sending kaleidoscopes of light spinning across the flower. Wind’s eyes are so round they hurt. Hyrule looks unbothered. Are the extra appendages so intrinsically a part of him that it was an unconscious movement? Can he not see the way that he shines?  “Sort of,” the traveller responds. “Not technically? Or, maybe technically but not biologically? I don’t know how to explain. It’s just a spell.” “You’re a fairy,” Wind repeats, still awestruck. Hyrule laughs. It's the same laugh that Wind’s heard from across the campfire for months now, but now there’s a sound like a bell laid on top of it, chiming clear and high, and his wings thrum. The air ripples, just a little, in ways that are difficult to notice but hard to forget. “Do you think you can carry me back to camp?” Hyrule asks. His face is the size of Wind’s thumbnail. A little tentative. A little hopeful. “Sure,” says Wind. “Why? Don’t feel like walking?” He holds out his hands and Hyrule flits over, reaching for his fingers for balance. It’s bewildering, watching their traveller curl both arms around his pinky. The touch is light and almost unnoticeable, but the glow of his wings becomes even more apparent lighting up the cradle of Wind’s palm. He’s like a tiny star. He’s even warm. “Something like that,” Hyrule says. “It’s a bit too far to fly.” Wind watches the way he’s holding his right leg, stiff and white-knuckled, and quietly vows to shove a red potion at him as soon as they get back to camp. He lifts Hyrule away from the sun-kissed patch of flowers as gently as he can.

Fan Joy July Masterpost

trying new stuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuff

ft lu hyrule

[fortune-maiden]

Feveruary Day 15: Guiding sickie back to bed

post s2e12 showdown

“Please Lu Guang?” She feels like a hypocrite. If the roles were reversed, Qiao Ling knows she would be just as stubborn, refusing to move an inch from the bench until she knew Cheng Xiaoshi made it through. Lu Guang’s burning hands tremble beneath hers. They’re gotten warmer again, and his breathing more ragged, but still he stares at the operating room’s sign, waiting with bated breath for it to go dark. And finally, it does. The emerging doctor’s smile saps the last of his strength, and he leans against Qiao Ling, letting her guide him back without further fuss.

[very-important-muses]

"You seem so certain about this." Ptera quirked an eye-ridge at the male who had told her about his plan. She isn't interested in discouraging him, she can be just as if not more reckless even when the odds were against her so it would be hypocritical. Still, she said it to confirm that Pterano was going to go through with it and not wimp out at the last second. (Ptera and Pterano maybe before the seventh movie?)

"It is the only way," Pterano said, facing away from her as he eyed the oncoming sunrise. "Once I get my fraction to the Great Valley, I'll return and lead the rest of them, too." He debated with himself whether this was too big of a task to put on himself or not. Maybe it was, but,

Who else is going to do it? he thought, Too many have perished already!

His heart ached as his thoughts moved towards Petrie, who has been missing since the Great Earthshake. His fist curled up into a ball, as his grief and distraught became a deep-rooted anger. "No one else will die under my watch."

[whosmariaaa]

— drabble of this !

college! sukuna had been having a rough day. first of all, you were sick, so he didn’t see you all day. second of all, he had a big game tonight, but you were still sick so you couldn’t come and cheer him on. he was unbelievably pissed.

as their coach scolded sukuna for playing too aggressive for the nth time, his friends started picking up on his behavior too.

“awww, is lil’ old sukuna missing his girl?” gojo grinned widely.

“shut the hell up, before the guy cracks your fucking skull open,” toji replied, passing the ball to another teammate. sukuna simply had his teeth clenched, really trying not to show how pissed off he was and snap at gojo again.

he stole the ball from said teammate, roughly shouldering him, which caused another scolding from the coach.

“what the hell is up your ass, man? just play the damn game without trying to assault your teammates for once,” coach yelled through the court.

sukuna was three seconds away from assaulting the coach too if he didn’t shut his ass up. “i’m winning the fucking game for you people. be grateful, dumbass,” he argued back.

despite succesfully throwing the ball in the hoop, scoring yet another point, a few seconds later sukuna was on the bench was shouting back at the coach. safe to say the man was now fuming. all he wanted to do is go to your dorm and have you in his arms. now he was stuck in this trashy ass place.

eventually sukuna was let off the bench again, and they of course won. yipee, yay, happy ending. now he could finally go to you. but then to make matters even worse, gojo and toji forced him to go to their usual frat parties, calling him boring for wanting to go home. sukuna almost knocked their teeth out. God forbid a man wants to see his girlfriend.

now, one too many drinks in, and maybe half a blunt, and sukuna was gone. this was probably the drunkest he���d ever been, and that says a lot.

joining into all the stupid drinking games, beating up several guys for looking at him wrong (toji had to push him off before he actually killed someone in front of everyone (gojo was filming everything in glee)), and pushing off girls that weren’t you.

“damn, i don’t ever think i’ve seen you this wasted,” toji commented as he dragged sukuna back to the couch where gojo was.

“fuck you talking about? i- i’m not feeling shit,” he stammered, plopping onto the couch, which made both toji and gojo raise an eyebrow.

“still missing y/n?” gojo teased. sukuna turned his head, giving gojo a death stare. “what the fuck do you think? all i wanted to do tonight is be with my girl, and you useless idiots dragged me into… this shit,” he replied, words slurring slightly.

then, a mischievous grin appeared on gojo’s face. he pulled out his phone, unbeknowst to sukuna and started filming.

“wow, you really love y/n, huh?” toji chuckled, catching on to gojo’s doing.

“of course i do. you guys have been taunting the fuck out of me ever since i laid eyes on her. can’t get her out of my damn mind either,” sukuna started, completely oblivious to the phone pressed up in his face.

“didn’t ever think i’d fall in love. especially not with her. she’s a bitch. but i love her. more than anything, i think,” he rambled, “she’s my beautiful girl. and i love her attitude. and i adore the fuck out of… just her.”

gojo snickered, slightly tilted his phone so toji could see his screen and send it to you. you, oblivious to everything happening with your boyfriend at the moment.

but as soon as you opened your messages, and saw some video of sukuna, cheeks a little flushed, onto the couch manspreading, with music and gojo’s giggles onto the background you knew enough.

and yes, your heart did do a few flips at his words. sukuna isn’t very verbal on his love, but he tries. so yes, this is definitely an ego booster, and maybe you fell in love a little more. but this man is drunk out of his mind without letting you know AND called you a bitch.

so, after bribing their location out of gojo, you immediately went to the dorm, in hoodie and sweatpants, still feeling a little ill. but surely it didn’t take too long to find your boyfriend.

he twas throwing a sucker punch to yet another innocent man who has probably done no wrong, cussing him out. he shoved the guy off, making him hit the wall. you sighed and walked over to sukuna, and grabbed his arm to catch his attention.

he looked over to you, eyes dazed and narrowed in disgust. “don’t fucking touch me, you nasty bitch. i’ve got a girl,” he sneered in distaste, roughly pushing you off. was he actually serious?

“it’s me, you shithead,” you snarled, giving a slap to his bicep for pushing you away. then, he really looked at you, and his eyes immediately seemed to soften.

“oh, it’s you,” sukuna mumbled, his head tilting as that stupid smirk of his appeared. he stumbled closer to you.

“yeah, it’s me! what the hell, man! what’d you call me a bitch twice for?” you snapped at him. but you didn’t stop him from wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his chest.

“mhmm, missed you, baby,” sukuna responded, pressing a kiss to your neck. you melted a little, but refused to show it. he was still wasted, and you were still angry at him.

“yeah, yeah, c’mon, let’s go to my dorm,” you muttered, a little quieter. he didn’t fight back once, he even seemed a little too eager to go back.

you said goodbye to toji and gojo, who were both smoking sukuna’s left over blunt. sukuna just threw up his middle finger without looking at them, because he quite frankly couldn’t keep his eyes (nor hands) off you.

after forcing him to take a shower, brush his teeth and drink some water, that man was still drunk. he held you in his arms, your head on his chest. he kept staring at you as if you hung the moon.

“you’re so pretty, sweetheart, y’know that, hm?” sukuna hummed, as he raised your head to look at him.

“i mean, you’ve only told me sixteen times this hour, but thanks,” you reacted, but you couldn’t help but smile a little.

“so fucking smart too. i’d die for you. i’d kill for you too,” he added, looking at you with heart-eyes almost. honestly, you felt butterflies in your stomach at his words. you pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose.

“i’ve already killed for you, y’know that? that little bitch from the party. he’s fucking dead somewhere in a dumpster,” sukuna smiled.

well, then the butterflies kind of died, because his smile and tone seemed a little… too genuine.

but he was under the influence of alcohol, he was just babbling nonsense. sure, sukuna’s a tough guy, but he’s not a violent murderer. he’s your loving boyfriend… right?

but you just decided to shrug the weird feeling off and kissed him, and replied, “love you too, asshole.” and after that, sukuna fell asleep like a brick, soon followed by you, as the two of you laid on your dorm bed in peace that night.

──★˙🍓̟!! thank you sm for the request, you’re so sweet i literally love you to death omds😣💗 i do not know what to think of this part idk… but i do hope it’s readable! and thank you babe @yerimoon for giving me some motivation to write!! anyway, reader of course doesn’t know sukuna is secretly an evil little guy, but now shes lowk finding out😱😱 if you guys want more of this series lmk please!! thank you for reading!!! 💗💗

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