darylbrainrot

[darylbrainrot]

KISSING IN CARS

WHERE you go on a terrible date, so hamzah makes you feel better (4.8k words) ⤷ hamzah x f!reader, friends to lovers (kinda), yearning, and fluff

As we wake up in your room, your face is the first thing I see. The first time I’ve seen love and the last I’ll ever need.

— kissing in cars (bonus track), pierce the veil

You and Hamzah have been friends for years, meeting through a mutual friend. You met him during the start of 4freakshow, and you were close. You called and texted practically daily and told each other everything even though you lived miles apart. When you finished high school, you moved into an apartment in Toronto, Canada, to give yourself the independence you craved.

So when Hamzah asked a huge favor, in which he asked if he would be able to move in with you until he got on his feet after moving into Canada in 2021, you of course said yes. It was your best friend after all, so having the opportunity to see him every day after only seeing him behind a screen was a huge blessing. So you told him yes and that he would be welcomed in for however long needed.

And before you knew it, he lived with you. Living in your homey apartment together with shared responsibilities. It was something you loved, something you both loved. The number of times you’d be able to hang out with him, the silly little “girls” nights out you and him would go on in which he always insisted on paying, or the number of times you both would stay home and cozy up on the couch and binge movies were some of the things you loved about living with your best friend.

But in the years of living with each other, you developed feelings for him. It was tricky managing these feelings. You saw him every day, saw him in the mornings to nights. You saw how he looked in the mornings, his curly hair all ruffled with his movements in his sleep, the way his voice would be raspy when he told you good morning, and the way his eyes were half-lidded from waking from his slumber. It felt like a dream seeing him in such an intimate light, only for you to realize you can only look and not touch because he wasn’t yours.

That was one of the most painful pills you had to swallow, that was the only con with him living with you.

So, you tried getting over this silly little crush you had on him. It felt impossible, but to be totally honest, it never left. You only pushed it down further and further till you made yourself believe you didn’t like him anymore.

You went on dates, texted guys, hooked up with some here and there, but deep down you knew that it would never be what you wanted— all because it wasn’t him, it was never hamzah that you saw in these romantic moments.

—

Today you had another date, it was with this guy named Daniel. You and him have been texting for a couple of weeks, debating on when and where would be the best time to go on a date for the both of you. But your schedules lined up and today worked the best.

He wasn’t ugly, he was attractive. He had nice big eyes, wavy hair, and a nice muscular build. You didn’t realize it, well maybe you did, but, you had looked for a version of hamzah in him. Daniel had features he shared with Hamzah. You were trying to look for hamzah in Daniel. Guessing that if you couldn’t have hamzah, you’d go for something as close to the original.

Yet, even though you felt anxious, you got ready. Hours spent doing your hair, makeup, and outfit to see Daniel. You felt pretty, those countless hours you put in your appearance for some guy who didn’t know who you truly were.

Hamzah was out today, filming a vlog with Martin for new content for their channel slushy noobz. So you had the whole apartment to yourself while getting ready.

Finally, the clock struck 3:30 which was a sign for you to leave the apartment and start driving your way to this cute little diner. It wasn’t that far away, only a 20 minute drive.

You arrived at the diner, finding a spot to park, and you headed inside. It was a retro diner, with hues of blues, pinks, silvers, and white adorning the walls giving it a bright atmosphere. It was cute, even though the colors could be an eyesore, you enjoyed this place.

Sitting down in a booth by the window, the baby blue vinyl of the booth chair sticking to your legs as you scooted closer to the window. You took a look at your phone, sending Daniel a quick text that you arrived at the diner. Unconsciously checking if you have received a text from Hamzah, you started to scroll mindlessly on Instagram looking for something to pass the time till your date arrived.

A few minutes later, a server came up to your table.

“Hello miss, I will be your server today. Are you ready to order?” Her notepad was ready out in her hand, a pen accompanying it.

“Oh, not right now, I’m waiting for someone. Thank you.” You sent her a kind-hearted smile as she nodded in approval. Sending you a smile, you saw her walk up to another booth.

You sighed, checking your phone once again for any messages only to see that Hamzah texted you.

hamzah: hey hamzah: where r u? hamzah: I just got back home from filming with Martin and saw u weren’t here, I brought u some food you: sorry!! I forgot to tell you I went out, I’ll be back in a couple of hours I think you: save me that food tho, don’t eat it pls hamzah: okay I’ll leave it in the fridge hamzah: if it’s gone don’t blame it on me, it was the cats.

You smiled at his texts, he always managed to put a smile on your face even through small actions.

you: how’d filming go? What did u guys do hamzah: it went good!! We and Martin just went around a mall and ended up doing another mukbang lol you: so is the food you got me the left overs? hamzah: no never, i got u ur own order that I thought ud like

Reading his text, you went to message Daniel a quick text.

You: hey, just got here at the diner - you: hey Daniel, u running late?

No response. Maybe he just is running late, I mean it has only been 10 minutes since you got here. You’ll give him another 10 just incase he really is running late. Sighing, you opened back hamzahs texts. You were both chatting about whatever, talking about funny things hamzah saw with Martin during their filming today.

You always replied with full enthusiasm that hamzah always had when talking about things he enjoyed. Giving him your full attention even though you were only texting. You always gave him your full attention, even if he wasn’t talking to you, you would always gravitate towards him. Whether it was giving him small glances you hoped he wouldn’t notice, or just being around his general vicinity. Knowing he was there near you was comfort enough.

Before you knew it, another 15 minutes passed. You’ve been sitting here for a total of 25 minutes probably looking like a buffoon to the workers here and those who are eating here. Even though realistically, you didn’t really care about this date, it felt humiliating to be stood up. You felt like you had a big giant poster taped to your head with bright bold letters saying “I GOT STOOD UP!”.

It was whatever— truly. It’s not like you even cared. It’s not like you felt that you would never get or enjoy a successful relationship because you were still stuck on hamzah. Hamzah was perfect, everything you could ever want but you knew he didn’t want you.

Well, you didn’t have solid proof that he didn’t want you. It was more of an educated guess that he didn’t want you. Maybe it was you just being biased and being self-conscious. Self-deprecating thoughts were the only thoughts you knew— as toxic as they were, it was the only comfort that you knew.

So of course you never wondered too hard if Hamzah actually wanted you in the way you wanted him. You wanted him in a way that was not platonic, you wanted to hold him, and soothe away his worries with kisses and pecks that you knew he deserved and longed for.

Sighing, you got up and left. Starting your drive back home form another unsuccessful date. Another con of being stood up was the waste of time you spent on makeup, hair, and a cute outfit.

Finding parking in your apartment lot, you checked the time and it was now 4:40. Sighing and locking your car, you made it up to your apartment room and opened the door.

You hung up your keys and found Hamzah laying half asleep on the couch with red and blue laying at his side with some crappy tv show put on as a sort of white noise for him.

Hamzah hearing the front door open, he turned around to look at you with those half-lidded eyes that you always loved and that messy head of curls that sat oh so perfectly even in their ruffled condition. It was ethereal how beautiful he was when he didn’t even try.

He shot you a confused look, he took note of your bad posture, heavy eyes matching the heavy look of your shoulders, and the slight frown you had that matched the furrow of your brows. A small prominent wrinkle formed between your brows, the one that he always found cute but never spoke out about it.

“You go on a date?” He asked, confused as he took account of your appearance. Your hair done the way he always found complemented you best, the outfit he always loved seeing you in, and your makeup done to perfection— accentuating the apples of your cheek and every divot and curve of your perfect face. The face he could stare at for hours without shame.

Oh, how he yearned to be those men you would with on dates. He knew how they were based on how you described how the dates were after you got home. They either went well but ghosted you after one more week of talking or they completely stood you up. God, he wanted to be that man taking you on a date and show you he wasn’t like them. To show you he could appreciate every single little detail about you.

To show you he loved every single flaw and imperfection you thought you had because, to him, they were never imperfections, they were little details that made you perfect. Even though you got agitated easily, he found that endearing, even though you mentioned how your face was asymmetrical, he never noticed that but only noticed the pure and raw beauty behind that supposed asymmetry. Because asymmetry is always more dynamic and interesting in art, and you were the most beautiful piece of art ever. As if you were hand-painted by Leonardo da Vinci, Michelangelo, Rembrandt, Vincent van Gogh, and Pablo Picasso, themselves.

He would treat you right. He knew that. It wasn’t a question, it was a statement that he knew was 100% correct.

You nodded to his question, throwing your sweater on the backrest of the sofa where Hamzah's head didn’t occupy.

“How’d it go?”

“Got stood up, this is like the millionth time now. I think it’s a sign from heaven.” You chuckled a dry laugh.

Hamzah was upset, not at you but at that douchebag who stood you up. What could he not see in you? You were perfect in every way.

As you sat down by Hamzah's feet, red and blue crawled towards you asking for some cuddles. Hamzah cut your thoughts short.

“Get up, we’re going out and I’m driving.”

“What?” You asked, confusion lacing your face. Those wrinkles that Hamzah loved forming between your brows again.

“You heard me, I’m taking you out. We can’t let this day go to waste— wait first, let me put something decent looking on.” He said, as he ran to his room to look for something nice to wear. He had settled on wearing some nice jeans, a plain colored sweatshirt, and some boots.

He didn’t want to go all out because he wanted you to be the main center of attention. He wanted people to turn their necks and look at you rather than look at him.

But you were still confused about what Hamzah was planning.

He came back to the living room to see you sitting down on the couch with red and blue on your lap. You turned around to see him, noticing his attire and complimenting him.

“You look nice, hamzah, but um- what are you doing”

“Well since that dude stood you up, I’m taking you on a date.” He said as he grabbed his keys from where he left them on the coffee table in the living room.

“You know you don’t have to do that, it’s not that big of a deal.” You sighed, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. You admired what Hamzah was doing for you.

“Well, I’m not doing it because I have to, I’m doing it cause I wanna. So get up and let’s get going.” He smiled at you, reaching his hand to the couch so you could take his hand.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you debated if you should go. Going on a date with a guy you secretly liked for a year and more seemed like fun, but it could also cause you harm. Deciding to fuck it, you grabbed his hand and he pulled you up.

Both of you bid farewells to your cats, you made your way out of the apartment to hamzahs car. Still, hand in hand, something you wished for for god knows how long.

Finally reaching his car, you went to open the passenger seat until Hamzah beat you to it, opening the door wide for you. Giggling at his chivalrous act, you sat down and thanked him.

He made his way towards the driver's seat and started the heater.

“Connect to the car and play whatever playlist, I have an idea of where to take you.”

Nodding, connecting with Bluetooth, you started to play the playlist you and Hamzah had made together a while back when you both were in school. It had some of your old favorite songs, both of your music tastes blending together almost seamlessly.

Nodding along with the lyrics and melody of the song, you asked Hamzah a question.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see when we get there. I saw this place a while back when I was driving back home after going over Martin’s place and it reminded me of you.” He looked at you as he started to drive off from the parking space, giving you glances as he went to the road.

“Can you at least give me a hint so I can guess?” You said, looking out the passenger window to try to look for hints at where you were going.

“Hmm, you’ve mentioned you wanted to go here before, like 5 months back or around there.” He said, turning to you as he kept one hand on the steering wheel and the other on his leg.

You were trying to recall from the countless conversations you've had with him on places you've mentioned that you wanted to go. Biting the inside of your cheek, brows furrowed, you were in deep thought. And before you knew it, you arrived at the place that Hamzah wanted to take you.

"We're here," Hamzah said, as he parked his car and turned to look at you to wait for your reaction. Nothing but admiration and sweetness behind those big eyes you loved.

You looked out the front windshield, reading the name and seeing how it was a record store. You remembered that you mentioned wanting to go to a record shop for new records because you wanted to expand your collection, wanting to have more records to play on your record player.

You turned to Hamzah, a big grin on your face. A look of pure appreciation on your face.

"You actually remembered I wanted to go to a record shop?" That smile on your face never leaves.

"Of course I did," he said as he took off his seatbelt and got out, quickly hurrying his way towards the passenger door and opening it for you.

"Thank you so much, sir." You laughed, nearly forgetting about the fact that you got stood up.

You guys entered the record shop, it was nice, It was filled with warmth and had a crazy variety of records from your favorite bands and singers. The aesthetics of this record shop kind of matched yours, which made you wonder if that's why Hamzah said it reminded him of you.

You started looking around on their organized shelves, hamzah trailing behind you as he watched you. He had this look of pure care and longing behind his eyes as if all he truly needed in his life was you by his side. He thought you looked most beautiful in this state, a strand of hair tucked behind your ear with more hair flowing over your shoulder like a waterfall, the concentration in your eyes while you look for your favorite albums, and the slight upturn on the corner of your lips. The lips he had dreamt about meeting his own lips.

"Are you going to buy any, Hamzah?" You said, while moving the variety of records around looking for the one you've been wanting for a long time.

"Maybe, ill probably look for that Kendrick album I've been listening to non stop." He said, taking a look around at the selection in front of him.

"GNX? I always hear you blasting it whenever your in your room or showering," taking a quick glance at his direction, you see him shuffling through the R&B genre, looking for that specific album.

"Is it seriously that loud?" He laughed, never noticing how loud he was playing his music.

"Yeah, I'm surprised we haven't gotten noise complaints from our neighbors." Smiling as you looked though the pop-punk genre and pulling out Bleed American by Jimmy Eat World, one of your top albums that you were looking for.

Continuing to look through this genre, Hamzah made his way towards you after finally finding GNX.

"Which other records are you looking for?"

"uh- im looking for Take This to Your Grave by Fall Out Boy, Riot! by Paramore, Move Along by The All-American Rejects, and This Is Forever by She Wants Revenge. I don't know if I should buy them all or pick certain ones, I have a bit extra money I've been saving for myself because I was planning to buy them but you beat me to it today and brought me to a record shop," counting the records you wanted on your fingers trying to pick between buying them all or only buying a couple or so.

"What are you thinking to do?" Hamzah asked, creating a plan in his mind if you only decided to buy some.

"I think ima buy the Paramore and She Wants Revenge albums, ill probably buy the others when it won't break my bank account." You said as you found the two albums you were talking about.

Hamzah nodded along, already looking for the other albums you mentioned to buy you them. He was going to pay for today after all, he wasn't going to let you pay let alone only walk out with two out of the four records you've been wanting for so long.

He found the other two you wanted and hid them behind his GNX vinyl, following you as you just looked around the cozy shop, admiring the decore and the variety of colors the records gave the shop, while Hamzah was only admiring you.

You two had spent roughly an hour and a half at this shop, noting that the time read 6:48 pm now.

"Wanna go out to eat real quick then we head home?" Hamzah asked, noting the time as well as he felt his hunger rise.

"Yeah, how about fast food? We haven't had that in a while."

He nodded as you both made your way towards the checkout, the worker behind noting you both and sending you both a nod.

Placing all 5 types of vinyl on the table, you somehow still didnt notice the extra two that Hamzah snuck on the checkout, and as you go reach for your wallet in your jacket pocket, you realize that Hamzah beat you to it. His card was out already as he passed it to the worker as the cash register display read a total of 170 dollars.

You, confused, look at Hamzah with a type of stare full of confusion and hesitation.

As the worker passes Hamzah a bag with all the records, you both start heading out of the shop.

"Why did you do that? Buying 3 records would not cost that much, too, did you put other ones in there?" You asked him, still confused over that whole interaction.

"Because I wanted to and those other records are for you, I know how much you've wanted them so I bought them for you." He states matter of factly.

Still confused, you both made your way towards his car, sitting in there quickly. You were still on about how he casually dropped nearly 170 dollars on you just because you had a bad date.

"How do you casually just spend that much money on me just because I had a bad date? Like I do appreciate it a lot, don't get wrong, but that's like an insane amount. Are you sure you don't want to go back in the shop and return at least a couple back? Like that seemed way-"

Hamzah says your name, trying to calm your rambling, but you still continue. You didn't ignore him, you were just stuck in your own thoughts and overthinking.

"-too much to spend on me for no reason. Like I'm being so serious right now, that was needed. You taking me out here just because of something I mentioned a while ago made my day basically, so this wasn't needed honestly," you were rambling now, moving your hands around to make a point towards Hamzah, trying to get your point across.

He said your name again, putting a hand on your knee for you to shut up, respectfully of course.

"Hey, I don't care that it was too much. I know you've been wanting these albums so that's why I bought it for you. I wanted to take you out so you can enjoy yourself, I already had it planned to buy you whatever you wanted from the beginning." He said, holding eye contact with you, not a single lie behind his words.

Your mind was running faster than it had ever run before, words were practically flowing out of your mouth and you couldn't stop it.

"But like why? Like- we're best friends and I don't think it's that casual for best friends to drop that much money on each other, right?" You were grasping at straws now, looking for a reasonable reason for why he spent that much money on you. It wasn't just about the money if you were being honest.

It was the feelings behind it. He brought you all this way to buy you something he knew you'd been wanting for god knows how long and it scared you. It scared you because you were noticing how hard it was to hide these feelings that you had for him. It wasn't just some simple crush—it was more than you "liking" some guy because if you were being totally honest with yourself, you loved him.

And that is insane to admit because you have spent years pushing these very feelings down and down till you couldn't anymore— and now it felt like you couldn't push it much further down before you explode and have to confess to save yourself from some pain.

It felt as if you were the moon chasing the sun, so close but so far. Only able to admire from afar, but never reach. He was always your sun. Always managing you bring your spirit up on a hard day, always being able to make you laugh on those gloomy days, and always sticking to your hip when things get rough. That's why you had such deep-rooted feelings for him. He was everything you could have wanted.

"You still don't know?" Hamzah asked, his face full of emotion yet you couldn't place your finger on what he was feeling.

"Still don't know what?" You asked, biting at your lip. Anxious that you missed some type of memo.

Hamzah's brain was filled with millions of thoughts coming at the speed of light, he didn't know if he should say it. Didnt know if it was the right time or if you would even feel the same. But, he can't keep this a secret for much longer. Your face, your smile, your everything was engraved into his brain and you were the only thing he would ever want to see. He knew he needed to be truthful right now, when would he have another chance to tell you how he truly feels about you?

"I-" He clears his throat before continuing.

"I don't see you just as a friend," he takes a breath before saying your name in that same sultry voice of his you loved, "You've always been on my mind and not in a friend type of way. I don't know any other way to say this other than being straight forward but— I honestly think I'm in love with you. Actually, scratch that, I know that I'm in love with you," you released a breath you didn't even know you were holding. A breath full of anticipation and nerves.

"I have been for such a long time that I thought you knew and you were just avoiding the topic- you're everything I want and I'm sorry if this is a bad time to mention it- and I feel like I'm rambling right now but Im like super anxious right now if I'm being totally honest... and if you don't feel the same I totally understand but I just need a straight answer if you do or don't because I feel like I'm going crazy every day-"

And before he can finish his sentence, you leaned over the center console and kissed him. You were nervous to act so bold, you were nervous that he was going to reject you somehow even though he just professed his love for you. But your overgrowing self-conscious thoughts stopped as soon as he kissed back.

Both of you put the same passion and emotion behind the kiss as the other, a very obvious emotionally charged kiss. Both of you spent years wanting this, dreaming of this happening but now you didn't have to dream or imagine it happening because it was now your reality.

Noise left both of your lips as the kiss grew to be something more heated. You slowly moved back, taking in air that now has turned hot. Looking at him with flushed cheeks and plumper lips. He stared at you with the same look he always gave you, one of pure affection and love.

You giggle, him giggling with you as well. That slowly turned into a full-blown laughing fit.

"Dude, we're actually so dumb, how did it take us this long to realize we felt the same about each other." You laugh, taking deep breaths in after feeling like you had the air knocked out of you from laughing so hard.

"I don't know, I thought I dropped enough hints for you to realize." He smiled at you, his lips slightly swollen.

Your smile on your lips grows bigger when you realize Hamzah has some of your lipstick on his lips, "you have my lipstick on your lips."

"Now I'm a pretty little princess so I don't mind."

Smiling, you give him a small peck on his lips before he finally starts his car and drives off to your shared apartment.

"How about we skip the fast food and we share those left overs? I just want to lay down after all this" You say, still shocked over everything that happened.

Hamzah nods, agreeing with your plan because all he wants to do now is lay down with you on the couch with both of your cats.

"Oh, and the next date we go on I'll pay." You stated, leaving no room for questions.

a/n: sorry if this is a bit cringy LOL, also new chapter will be out by late today so like around 11pm cst I think.. :p

[darylbrainrot]

HEARTTHROB-

CHAPTER 2: The Aftermath (1k words, 8 photos)

Am I more than you bargained for yet? I've been dying to tell you anything you wanna hear ‘cause that's just who I am this week

- sugar we’re goin down, fall out boy

JANUARY 21— 10:20 AM

It's only been 4 days since you filmed the new video with Quen on her channel. You have chatted with her here and there about whatever over the few days, she was becoming a good friend of yours. You were wondering when the video would be uploaded since you were excited to watch it even though you remember it clearly as day.

Coincidentally, you just received a message from Quen.

Quickly posting the photos of you and Quen, you felt a smile form on your face. Not only were handed such an opportunity but you also gained a friend.

A few minutes later, you saw Quen put your post on her story, captioning it "in 1 hour!! Be ready". Hearting the text, you closed Instagram and decided to practice your guitar.

You practicing a new cover, decode by Paramore, a song you've been practicing for the past few days. You were going to post another cover on your youtube because you haven't uploaded one in well over a couple months. You enjoyed singing and playing guitar, so this was pretty easy content to make.

Before you knew it, an hour passed and you got a quick message from Quen telling you it had been uploaded. Hearting the message and typing a quick reply, you put down your guitar and went to your computer to open up youtube.

You opened her new video, leaving a like and full screening the video, you started to watch it. It was exactly an hour long, wondering how much film the editors had to cut, you continued watching.

The video was good, you were around 30 minutes in and you were laughing already even though you were laughing at yourself and Quens actions. Even though you knew what was happening, the way it was edited and recorded made it effortlessly funny.

You were now reaching your favorite part when you called out Hamzah. Watching it fully through made you laugh, you were glad it was kept in because that had to be at least one of your top favorite moments in the whole video besides the friendly banter between you and Quen.

Finally finishing the video, you were reading a couple of the comments left by users.

username1: the duo i didnt know i needed, love them sm username2: i literally cant wait for the clips to be posted on tik tok LMAO username3: STOP why do i lowk see y/n and hamzah as a cute duo, need them to collab ASAP. username4: BROOO when she called out hamzah i SCREAMEDDD.

Laughing at the comments and reading a few more, you closed out of youtube. Sending Quen a text message on how much you enjoyed the whole video, you went to lie down on your bed. You genuinely did enjoy the video, it was perfectly made and you and Quens personalities paired together perfectly in your humble opinion.

It was around 1 pm now, and you had your schedule cleared for the whole day so you just decided to scroll on your phone until you think of something better to do. You were just scrolling on tik tok when you started to get clips of you and Quen's video. You were laughing at them, seeing people post their favorite parts of the video.

As you continued to scroll, you noticed the amount of clips of you calling out Hamzah, some even having 15k likes which was mindblowing since the video was still new. Other than those clips, you've seen people make edits of you and Quen which you reposted.

You loved seeing these types of videos, and you were glad the video was getting such positive feedback since that was a new experience for you.

7:26 PM

A few hours have passed, and you had taken a nap and just made yourself something to eat. Now you're sitting at your kitchen table in your small apartment, scrolling through your tik tok for anything to watch while eating.

You were getting random videos that helped fill the silence of your apartment. It helped with the sense of loneliness you get sometimes. Continuing to eat, you got an Instagram message.

You saw the notification of his follow and followed back. You didn't actually expect him to text you and reach out over the clip. You were smiling while replying to his texts, and you were sure that nothing would've come from what you said in Quen's video, so this was an interesting outcome.

Laughing at his texts, wondering how the collab would go, you felt all giddy inside oddly enough. It felt good to have these chances, the opportunity to meet new people and create new friends. Even though you didn't really know Martin and Hamzah, you knew their content based on the clips you've seen and the couple of videos you've watched. So you knew it wouldn't be awkward but a nice way to branch out of your comfort zone

It was nice texting hamzah, even though it wasn't talking about anything personal or crazy, texting him felt easy and natural. You wondered if it would feel the same talking to him. Hamzah seemed nice, like he was someone who lived up to their full extent; someone who isn't scared of challenges, someone who fights with everything they have to get what they want.

You knew he was passionate about his youtube and that was extremely rare to find. You've seen countless clips of him putting his all into his content. I mean, it was obvious with the amount of time hamzah and martin both put into slushynoobz. You kind of admired them in that.

So, you felt thrilled that you would be able to collaborate with them and share communities over some silly little comment you said on Quens channel. You were kind of excited to talk to Hamzah though, and of course Martin but it was different with Hamzah. You didn't know him, but it was just a silly little crush that probably meant nothing. It's like when you see someone at school and have a small little hallway crush that you knew theoretically wouldn't go anywhere,

Well of course you found him attractive- as well as his humor and personality so you were kind of exhilarated to talk to him. So, as of now, you will try to wait patiently until you film that roblox video with them in two days.

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A/N: lmk if u wanna be on the tag list and I will also be taking request on what to write :p hope u guys liked this chapter, it was shorter so sorry abt that!! ill try to release the next chapter tmmr!

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[darylbrainrot]

HEARTTHROB-

CHAPTER 1: Feeding Starving Influencers (2.4k words)

a/n: i messed up the date on the second ss, its supposed to be January 15

JANUARY 15— 1:51 PM

You were currently sitting in your office, doing nothing but trying to brainstorm some new ideas on what to post for your youtube. You have been feeling a bit burnt out, feeling as if every single unique idea has oozed out of your brain and formed a puddle of mush at the bottom of your feet. Uninspired, dull, and discouraged were some simple adjectives to put into perspective of your current feelings.

It felt as if your thoughts were the same as watching paint dry; boring, repetitive, and expected. Sighing, you grabbed your phone to scroll on whatever social media you want to pick to at least give yourself a sort of a brain break. That was until you noticed a new notification on your phone.

You felt nervous weirdly enough. This would be your first time even agreeing to collaborate with someone else and it's an all time new for you. You and Quen have been following each other for quite some time. You guys never texted, only comments left on each other posts was the farthest you've ever done. Even though this was an all-time new for you, pushing and challenging boundaries, you felt kinda glad this chance landed itself on your lap.

New opportunities dont come by every day, so you had to take this one.

Even though you don't know her, you can clearly tell she's a genuine person. Through this short interaction, you already felt so much better.

JANUARY 17— 7:30 AM

Today was the day you are going over Quen's to film for her youtube. You were excited and anxious at the same time. Quen sent you her address a bit ago after you both agreed on a time for you to get there. She lived around 2 hours max away from you, so you decided to leave a bit early to beat traffic. You both had decided to meet at 10:40 am as it was a good time for you and Quen.

Grabbing your keys, jacket, bag, and whatever necessities needed, you left your apartment and started heading towards your car. You started your car, hearing your engine roar into power, as you sat in the driver's seat. You had a Nissan 350z, one of your dream cars from youth that you were able to buy at a good price a couple years back. It had a black glossy exterior shining brightly and a matching black and red interior. Though you had one of your dream cars, your true dream car was a 1965 Ford Mustang.

Getting comfortable in your seat, you connect your phone to the aux to start playing your spotify playlist. The first song that came up was dive in by pierce the veil, one of your favorite songs. Singing along, you finally pulled out of the parking lot and headed your way toward Quen's address.

Traffic was quite forgiving today, as surprising as it is. It was a decently long drive but you felt glad that there was no heavy traffic on your way to Quen. Glad that you slept a bit longer yesterday, you were nearing her house and you can already tell its gorgeous.

it was a modern house, still, you can see Quen's personality seeping through.

Sending her a quick message about your arrival, you quickly found an empty parking space and parked. Grabbing your items, you made your way to her house.

It was cute, with pretty greenery outside, giving the house some personality. Your heart was beating rapidly, and you felt your nerves at an all-time max even though you knew that Quen was a nice and chill person. You felt your hands get clammy so you quickly wiped your hands on your pants. But as soon as you reached her doorstep, the door flew right open.

She yelled your name with a huge grin, quickly catching you in a hug.

"HEYYY! You're literally so much more gorgeous in person that I think I'm already in love with you", Quen said

You laugh, your smile matching hers "I think I should get on one knee already, I already love you."

You both laugh, she quickly moves out of the way and welcomes you in. The inside of her house was cute, with some nice vintage furniture and random pops of color here and there that highlighted her personality. There were silly pictures on the walls of her with friends or family, each sharing a big smile on their face. Seeing those photos puts a smile on your face.

"So, our set is all ready, I have all the cameras and audio prepared with the kitchen already set up with everything we need to cook. Do you want to start right now or do you want to relax for a bit, I know that you mentioned your car ride was pretty long." She said, moving her hands as she spoke. It seemed that was a habit of hers.

"I'm fine with recording right away" She nodded as she made her way to the kitchen with you following behind.

Once you made it to the kitchen, you saw how big it was. It was huge with white walls, wooden shelves with plants, and an assortment of tiny and cute decorations on them, the shelves were a nice shade of light gray that complemented well with the marble countertops. The ingredients needed lied on the countertops ready for use and the rest of the room was filled with cameras, lights, microphones, and people.

"Okay, so everything is set up as I said, my crews are here to make sure the audio is working and they're making sure the camera is good and shit." She was pointing at her crew and naming them, with them waving at you and you waving back with a smile.

Nodding, she continued, "We can start in 5, I'll do the intro and introduce you and what we're gonna do and will continue from there. You feeling alright? I know its your first collab and I would feel hella anxious if I was you right now."

"Okay that sounds good but yeah I feel a bit anxious right now, but I'll feel better as we film though, thanks for checking in." She nods, signaling her crew to get ready for filming as they all start their checking on the filming gear.

As soon as you knew it, 5 minutes had passed and filming started.

Quen positions herself in the middle of the kitchen island, arms stretched out. The person with the camera zoomed in into her as she began speaking, "Hey guys, welcome to this next episode of feeding starving celebrities, and today's guest is... Pierce the y/n!!!!" She yelled excitedly, with a huge smile on her face.

She raised her hands, signaling for the camera to pan to you. You smiled at her, your smile matching hers as you waved at the camera.

"hi"

"Okay so while she trying to act nonchalant, today I have a fat stack of questions to ask her while we make her favorite dishes. Any guesses on what were making?" She turned to you, waiting for your response.

"Umm... based on what ingredients are out, are we making sopes maybe? Hmmm, maybe agua de horchata too?" Your face was curious, hands on hips as you took a look at the variety of ingredients covering her marble counters.

"Okay, I see you!! You basically got it right but were also making jericallas, I know you're from Guadalajara and that's a very popular dessert there and you mentioned it as your favorite before. Sooo, that will be the menu for today! Lets hope and pray we don't burn down the kitchen!"

"Damn, you really did pull a Nardwuar on me, am I in one of his interviews?? Cut the cameras." You grin, successfully feeling less nervous.

She laughs, "Anyways, let's not expose my secrets. So we're gonna start with the sopes. I have the the masa, beans, meat, lettuce, cheese, and the cream." Nodding in confirmation, she continues.

"SO, step one, we mix the masa harina with salt and water," She says, grabbing the Maseca corn flour from behind her as well with the salt. "According to my directions, not really mine but from this website but let's pretend it's my recipe, we need 2 cups masa harina, 1/4 teaspoon salt, and 1 1/4 cups of water."

As Quen goes to fill a measuring cup with the needed amount of water, you grab a bowl big enough to mix the ingredients and start to pour out the needed measures of both the salt and flour. Pouring them into the bowl, Quen comes back with the needed water.

"Okay, so now, we pour the water in and mix with our hands. Do you wanna do that or do I do it?" She asks you.

"I got it, can you pour the water in though?"

She nods, pouring half of the water into the bowl so you can start mixing. Slowly, it starts becoming into the dough as Quen pours the rest into it. As you continue to mix it, you see Quen reach for her questions.

"So y/n, question numero uno is - wait actually its not really a question more of a statement. Anyways...", she looks into the second camera, giving it a mischievous glance that you didn't notice. "Look at this photo for me and tell me what you think about it. Does it trigger any feelings or memories?"

As you glance up from the bowl, Quen shows you the big notecard with her question written on it, but instead of a question, there's a photo.

"Oh my god" your jaw drops, "how the fuck did you find my middle school graduation photo. Dude... I swear to god do I need to put myself under witness protection, like I'm fearing for my life right now how did you actually find that. This is like lost footage." You start looking around as if you were being watched to further add to your bit.

Quen laughs loudly, doubling over as she shows the camera your middle school graduation photo. You had a heavy side bang, a terrible sense of fashion as if you just walked out of hot topic and Spencer at the same time, and heavy eyeliner.

"Dude, like seriously, I don't know how I was allowed to walk out of my house looking like that. I still feel the eyeliner in my eyes from the amount of times I messed up my eyeliner and ended up poking my eyes."

"STOP, you do NOT look that bad queen, man, have you seen how I looked like when I was doing Vine?" You laugh along with Quen, still wondering how she even got that photo.

"Dude this is actually insane, I was expecting some icebreaker type of questions but instead we just dove straight into it??? Oh my god. This is making me nervous for the rest of my questions."

The rest of the time goes on well, Quen asks some questions here and there while you both continue making the sopes. It was going pretty good, you started to cook the beans to place onto the cooked sopes while Quen started to work on the agua de horchata.

As you finished heating up the beans while Quen was talking to you, she suddenly cut herself off her sentence.

"You know what song has been stuck in my head as of recently?" You hum, asking her to continue as you started to spread the beans on each sope. "You know the song with Jorjiana and GloRilla? ILBB2?"

"Yeah, I've heard of it"

"So, the part thats stuck in my head is the one that goes like" Quen clears her throat, "They say shooters shoot... Duke Dennis, whats up with you?"

Before you can reply, she hits you with another line.

"SO WHO YOU TRYNNA SHOOT AT? WHOS YOUR YOUTUBE CRUSH??" She squeals, showing off her card with her question reading "who’s your youtube crush", pride evident on her face at how smoothly she was able to ask this.

Most people wouldve dodged the question, claiming it to be too risky for them to answer or either they were too scared to answer it. They would've played it cool, given a safe answer.

But you? You doubled down.

So, with all the confidence you could muster, you leaned over the kitchen counter, looking deadstraight into the camera in font of you, and said, "Hamzah, whats up with you?"

Quen lost her mind, squealing as she look at you in disbelief.

She yelled your name, "HAMZAH? As in hamzahthefantastic? The guy who's a part of slushy noobz?" Her eyes were wide as you nodded to her question.

"Girl I strive to be as bold as you, but as much as I strive to be as bold as you, I pray for you as well cause damn, may those fan girls not release their wrath on you."

"Anyways, back on topic, how do you know about Hamzah?" Quen asks you as she starts to drain the horchata she made in the blender into a pitcher, making sure to strain it.

You were finishing up the toppings on each sope, veggies, Oaxaca cheese, and crema. "I've seen some clips of both Martin and Hamzah on tik tok. I like them both, they're funny and seem like genuine people. I've seen Hamzah though and just thought he was cute, especially when he wasn't bald but he's still cute without hair." You shrug as Quen laughs.

The rest of the video goes well, you both finished making the sopes and horchata and moved on to making the jericallas which were simple enough and easier with two people. Quen kept on asking you questions with you answered them, you both were a good duo.

Laughs and screams were shared between you both as you conversed, your face hurt with how much you were smiling all throughout the hour and more of filming.

You finally finished making all the food and tried it together. It was really good in your opinion and Quens. Finally filming the outro and everything needed, at around 12:50 you were done with filming and cleaning up everything.

Since it was still bright out, you and Quen decided to hang out since both of your schedules were empty. It was a great night, full of laughter and meaningful conversations. Your bond with Quen was strong and you were glad you accepted her collaboration.

You had gotten home at 7:46 PM, finally worn out with all the action that you just headed straight into the shower and took a very deserved hot shower. You successfully ended your day at 10:26 PM and decided to treat yourself to early sleep.

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HEARTTHROB-

y/n's backstory

a hamzah x reader SMAU, reader is mexican and emo

You were born in Guadalajara, Jalisco, Mexico. The city is known as the birthplace of mariachi music and tequila. Its vibrancy was beautiful and a rich memory for you—the charrerías you saw as a child would forever be a core memory. You will forever remember the warmth of your whole family having reunions inside your house and the warmth of the kitchen with multiple people bringing in their own homemade foods—homemade birria, tamales, and tacos of various meats and flavors.

Both of your parents worked hard to give you and your older brother the best life. Your childhood was filled with love, culture, tradition, and music.

Yet, as a kid, you had always had a passion for making other's day with humor and jokes. It was a specialty of yours, somehow magically lifting people's spirits with your jokes. You also had such a passion for art and music. Something your family always loved you.

Yet, when you were 8 and your brother was 11, your family had to move to the United States. It was difficult for you, you left behind your whole life full of family and culture. Yet, you had no choice but to adapt. School was hard for you, the mispronunciation of your ethnic name, your accent when you spoke English, and trying to fit in with the new culture you were living in.

But something that helped you in your difficulties was emo music. It had hit you hard in elementary school. Bands like My Chemical Romance, Pierce the Veil (which you connected with heavily as the lead singer was Mexican), Fall Out Boy, Paramore, Taking Back Sunday, Black Veil Brides, Bring Me The Horizon, System of a Down, and many many more.

That's when you started to feel somewhat normal in your new life.

When you were 12, you started to adopt the emo look. A heavy side bang, skinny jeans, black heavy eyeliner, tight band tees, and studded belts. Looking back on it, you looked ridiculous but you were happy—so you can't hate it looking back on that time.

In high school, your look became more authentic. You wore what you liked and made it you. You finally became you. During your senior year, you made your first YouTube video. It was nothing much, just you playing Minecraft. But this was during the pandemic and lockdown—so it was a break from all the stress you were facing.

Your videos didnt blow up exactly, but those few views made you happy. So you continued to upload and you gathered a small community that meant a lot for you. You were posting from a decent-quality gaming laptop that you saved up for during your sophomore year with money from family and work. So the quality wasn't the best but you and your audience liked it.

You mainly posted gameplay, like Minecraft, Roblox, sims 4, or random indie games. Here and there you would post guitar covers of your favorite songs, sometimes you would sing in them as well.

Slowly but surely, you started to gain your audience and by the time you were 20 during 2023, you hit 400k followers on youtube. That was a huge milestone for you. With the money you've gained from youtube, you've used it to help your family when needed and finally buy yourself a long-needed functional and high-quality PC.

Yet your year was 2024. That's when you started to blow up on social media. Your clips were on TikTok, Instagram, and Twitter. That's when you hit 600k on YouTube. You were ecstatic.

From then on, your followers have been on a steady increase on Instagram and YouTube. Finally hitting 476k on Instagram and 693k on youtube.

And you were happy, you built this platform all by yourself (with the support of friends and family of course). During your years of making content, you had never collaborated with another influencer. That was until Quenlin Blackwell invited you to her series called 'Feeding Starving Influencers'.

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HEARTTHROB-

a hamzah x reader SMAU, reader is mexican and emo :P

SYNOPSIS- WHERE an alternative youtuber who does gameplays somehow finds herself collabing with hamzahthefantastic through something she said on Quen Blackwell's series 'Feeding Starving Influencers'...

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HEARTTHROB-

a hamzah x reader SMAU, reader is mexican and emo :P

SYNOPSIS- WHERE an alternative youtuber who does gameplays somehow finds herself collabing with hamzahthefantastic through something she said on Quen Blackwell's series 'Feeding Starving Influencers'....

PROFILES...

Y/Ns BACKSTORY...

CHAPTER 1: FEEDING STARVING INFLUENCERS CHAPTER 2: The Aftermath CHAPTER 3: ... ...

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CHAPTER 01: WIP

AIYGIWGWY || GOJO X READER

How would you—a part time guitarist and streamer, react when an upcoming streamer known as gojo admitted to liking your music and streams?

As he sat down on his chair with it dipping with his added weight, he reached to his PC to start it up. He was about 20 minutes early to stream so he had to get his streaming apps ready. He wanted to keep this stream chill, he was probably some background music playing to make his stream calming (as calming as possible with his screams from playing fortnite.) As he made the sudden decision to play music on his stream, he opened Spotify as soon as his computer turned on.

He opened one of his designated playlists for streaming, some relaxing music ranging from different artists. He made sure this playlist wasn't going to get him flagged on his Twitch, something he didn't want to happen again.

He finally had his necessities opened, his discord and Spotify opened on his first monitor, his Twitch ready to stream on his third monitor, and finally his main monitor with his game loading up. When he looked at the time, he had around 6 minutes to spare before starting up his stream. With his extra time, he decided to go out of his room to his shared dorm with suguru to grab some snacks.

As he made his way to the shared kitchen, he just decided to grab a Gatorade and some random candies he had stored for when he was craving them. As he was going to retreat back to his room, he heard his fellow roommate's door open.

"Suguru, you should join my stream please." He said, dragging out the please for dramatic effect.

"Hell nah, ima go to sleep anyway." The black-haired man says with a blank stare, passing Satoru as he makes a b line towards the restroom.

"What the flip man." Sighing as he made it back to his room to start up his stream.

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"BROO, no fucking way he got me. He literally only got me for 50 shield." He said, falling back in his chair as his 2nd place ranking got displayed on his screen. His hands now going through his face, raking through his white hair. The soft melodies of 'Cologne' by Beabadoobee fill the stream when he is quiet. The song finished up when one of your songs replaced the quietness, it was a cover you made of 'Paul' by Big Theif.

This is when his chat started flooding with new messages, ranging from questions asking him if he liked your music to how long he's been listening to you. As his arms finally fell from his hair, he looked at his chat when he saw the flood of new texts.

"I didn't know you listened to y/n's music... of course, I listen to their music, she's like one of my favorite artists." He said after reading some questions in his chat. Snickering at his chats surprised reaction, "I'm surprised some of you guys didn't know this, I follow them on twitter and on insta and I know some of you guys stalk my following and shit" He said as he was going back to the home screen of his game, deciding that it was enough of fortnite for him after playing around 10 rounds.

“Have you seen shes working on a new song? She posted about it on her twitter” he mumbled, reading one of the texts that caught his eye. “Yeah I saw her post, hopefully she posts a clip of her song. I know it’s gonna be good though.” He grins, exited that one of his favorite artist might release a song soon.

"Anyways, ima stopping the stream here, I'm done with fortnite for today. I might stream again in the weekend though, I'll tweet about it if I do." Waving at his face cam as he ended the stream, making sure to double-check it was off. He closed off any extra tabs he had open before shutting down his PC. Once he was finally done with his computer, he stood up and went to scroll on his phone on his bed, finally relieving the ache in his back due to his bad posture.

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AND IF YOU GO, I WANNA GO WITH YOU—

How would you—a part time guitarist and streamer, react when an upcoming streamer known as gojo admitted to liking your music and streams?

Streamer!gojo x streamer/musician!reader

GENRE- fluff, maybe some angst.. overall crack fic, strangers to lovers, fem mexican reader, college AU, modern AU, social media AU.

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GOJO’S GROUP

How would you—a part time guitarist and streamer, react when an upcoming streamer known as gojo admitted to liking your music and streams?

INFO… been close friends for 4 years and go to the same college, jujutsu tech.

GOJO- computer science major & mathematics minor.

SHOKO- public health major & biology minor.

GETO- mathematics major & computer engineering minor.

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YN’S GROUP

How would you—a part time guitarist and streamer, react when an upcoming streamer known as gojo admitted to liking your music and streams?

INFO… you all have been friends for around 5 years now and go to the same college, jujutsu tech.

Y/N- performance major & mathematics minor.

YUKI- fashion design major & fashion merchandising minor.

CHOSO- fine arts major & animation minor.

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☆ CSM characters pining for you

⋆ Aki, Denji, and Kishibe pining for you hard ⋆ INFO... reader's gender isn't clear (I think), mutual pining, not proofread, might be ooc. ⋆ original request

⋆ AKI HAYAKAWA

With Aki pining for you, it was difficult on him. He was more closed off to you than to others. Everything around him reminded him of you—even a small scent that smelled like you would warp his mind into images of you. Everything was about you in his mind, even if he didn’t want it to be like that. He knew that with this line of work, he wouldn’t be here for long, and the same was true for you. So why would he put you or him through that pain? Knowing there's a possibility of that one mission going bad and either of you not returning to each other. He always longed for you and wanted to live a normal life with you—to have you in his arms. Yet he knew that with this stupid and dangerous job, he couldn’t. Although he couldn't distance himself from you, he tried. He tried his best to get away from you to get over his feelings. He couldn't, though; you both were partners, and if either of you started to drift away, you’d come back to each other like strong magnets.

It was evident that you both were strongly pining for each other; it was as clear as day in both of your actions. You both tried so, so, so hard to avoid each other as if you were the bubonic plague. Scared to get close to the point where there was no return, scared that if you got the tiniest bit close, that bond would get ripped from your hands due to some dirty devil.

You both knew there was no way to have each other in this line of work. You knew it, he knew it, and you both hated it. You longed for each other; glares lasting a bit too long, a mind filled with images of each other, and things as reminders of both of you made it so painfully obvious. You could have each other, yet there would be so much pain and suffocating agony with that.

That pain would be added to a hill of past aches, making that hill crumble with the suffrage of each other.

⋆ DENJI

He couldn’t have you, and knowing that hurt him. He was just some “stupid” half-human, half-devil hybrid, and you were an important, high-ranking devil hunter. A hunter is designed to hunt and kill things like him. He wished and longed for you. He wanted you to be his, to be able to kiss you, to be able to talk to you—even the ability to breathe in the same room as you would be some wish bestowed by the gods. He wanted it to be real, not some make-believe juvenile dream of his.

He’d distract himself with stupid little things in an attempt to get over you: taking care of Meowy, doing chores for Aki, hanging out with power, doing missions for Makima—anything that would get his mind away from you, he would do. He didn't mind thinking of you, man; he loved being able to have those sweet-lined reveries of you, yet the only thing that made them displeasing was him knowing that you'd never be his. He wouldn’t be able to recreate his dreams with you.

He could never get over you, though; he knew it. There were no amount of things in this world to make him forget you completely. You had successfully infested his mind. You were like the growing moss on an old brick wall, fungi growing on a log, and weeds growing on a green lawn. You were beautiful yet dangerous. You were something so unique, yet the more you were in Denji's brain, the more you took over. You were becoming the only thing his frontal lobe could think of.

He wished and wished there was some universe that would grant him his biggest wish. The wish of you both being together, he knew it was greedy, but even a universe where you two were at least the best of friends would satisfy him. Maybe in some universe, you two were destined to be together. But that universe wasn’t this one.

If only he knew you thought the same.

⋆ KISHIBE

Kishibe would drink more in an attempt to forget about you if that were even possible. That never worked, though; he knew he couldn’t have you and knew he couldn’t be with you, and that hurt the most. He was desensitized to things like pain due to his line of work, yet why did this specific pain hurt the most? He tried his hardest to push it down as much as possible and try to ignore it, yet that never worked.

Whenever he’s around you, he actually drinks less. He was scared he’d say something he didn't want you to know; it was his first time experiencing something like this. Sure, he might've had his share of flings and dates with others, yet you were just different. You were enchanting, as if you casted a spell on him the first time you worked together as partners years ago. This explained his fear of exposing his deep and raw feelings for you; he didn’t want to scare you off.

Although this attraction to you has lasted for a while since you first got assigned as partners when he was still in his youth, He never acted upon it, and although there were clear hints of you having similar feelings, he was too scared to act on it. Although he was a somewhat emotional individual, he was different when it came to you. He was more emotional, more weak, and more vulnerable. He was also sentimental; little things, scents, and memories would bring a tidal wave of nostalgia over him.

Memories of you both doing partner work when you both were young, killing demons together, and memories of bickering with each other would swarm over his being. Being overjoyed with the joy of those sweet memories—but that joy was short-lived—the feeling of knowing that you were only something he could view, something he could only glance at and not hold grounded him, it made it clear this wasn't some dream that could come to reality.

This was worse than death for him; it was agony.

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Hi Iluvia! I'm excited to see your blog, your Cold Winters post was so good! (´▽`ʃƪ)♡ I was wondering, do you do headcanons? And if you do, are you open to requests of more than one character? If yes to all that above, could I request hcs of what it would be like to have Aki, Denji, and Kishibe (separately) pining for you? If you're only comfortable with scenarios of one character, your work is amazing and I'm happy to see more scenarios! In that case, I'd like to instead request Aki pining strongly for a reader. Thank you so much!

Tysm !!! U guys r so kind 😞😞 ill try to post it by saturday or sunday with all the 3 characters !! Ill start writing this probably today if not tmmr ! Ill try to write it semi long but not as long as the cold winters post i made so ill be out sooner, thank u sm for the request !( ´∀｀）☆

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Could you do Denji with a girl who has a fun and energetic personality (similar to Mitsuri) but clueless about dating/sexual matters thinking it's all 'friend stuff'?

Ofc! Ill be working on it tmmr and ill post it hopefully by the end of friday! Thanks for requesting <3

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Cold winters ᯓ★

Gojo x F! Reader (8.4k word count)

⋆ SYPNOSIS: you and a classmate get assigned to work on a project together only for your feelings to progress the more you work together.

⋆ INFO: fem reader, modern au, no curses, fluff, classmates to lovers, self-consious thoughts from reader, not proof read, gojo might be ooc, cursing.

You seemed to enjoy cold winters—the snow dusting the ground and creating a seemingly dream-like atmosphere. The only thing you disliked about these snowy times was the countless couples seeming to show up and appear out of nowhere. Shoving their relationships into your face (they were just holding hands) pointed out how you felt lonely with nobody to share your body heat in an attempt to keep warm in these harsh times. Yet your countless failed relationships or situationships confirmed your struggles to find someone interested in you as much as you were interested in them.

This was until a certain blue-eyed boy showed up in the equation; he was cute, of course. You thought nothing more of it, knowing that it wouldn't lead to anything. This was just wishful thinking on your part, believing you would have a chance with him despite the countless number of girls fawning over him—countless prettier girls than you thought.

You met him in one of your high school classes; you actually had him in most of your periods. Your 7th-period teacher has assigned a project with assigned partners, and you were assigned with him. You only had minor conversations with him; most of them were him asking you for help since he wasn't paying attention and was just messing around with his friends. Yet now you'd have to work with him both outside and inside of school to finish this project, which was worth a lot of your grade. You weren't really looking forward to it, thinking that you'd have to do most of the work with him slacking off, yet you still had hope for at least a decent grade.

December 4th.

"You guys will be working on a project with assigned partners; your partners will be shown on the screen, so get to work. This will be due at the end of the month and will be a big percentage of your grade." Your teacher says, You turn to the screen to look for your partner. Scanning through a list of names of your classmates, you find yours: "y/n & gojo." You read through your squinted eyes while trying to search for your name. You were hoping I'd be at least one of your friends from this period, yet you get someone known for being a class clown—someone who doesn't necessarily pay attention… You're hoping it wasn't bad. Being too caught up in your own thoughts, you didn't realize Gojo was making his way toward you.

"Heyyy y/n…" he said, with, of course, an alter motive clear in his voice. "yes, gojo?" You stare at him as he makes his way in front of your table while dragging a chair behind him and placing it in front of you. "You know I appreciate you and respect you, right?" He grins, batting his lashes at you. "Gojo, I'll do most of the work if you at least put some effort into it." You sigh at his antics, moving to put your check into the palm of your hand. "Deal!" he grins at you. "What's your number, y/n? I want to be able to text you if I need help on this project…" He grins at you once again, this smile of his always making your stomach turn. "Oh, uh, do you have your phone on you? I can just type it in if it's okay with you." He nods towards you, gravitating to reach for his phone to give it to you.

"Here you go." He passes the phone to you with the new contact page open already, going to grab his phone while typing your number into it. "Uh, if you have questions or anything, you can just text me. We should set up a day to meet up so we can try to finish this as early as possible so we won't have to worry about it later on." You look at him only to find his eyes already on you. "Is this a way of asking me out on a date?" He smirks at you. "You wish; I just want to get this assignment over." "Yeah, yeah, whatever." He frowns slightly, this action going unnoticed by you.

December 6th.

It was finally Friday. Thank the gods. You had finished a bit less than half of the project with Gojo only doing anything, yet it was Gojo. What did you expect? You dreaded going into your 7th period, knowing Gojo would just be bugging you for most of the period, barely allowing you to do at least some of the work to be considered on track. As your 6th-period bell rang, signaling that you should head toward your 7th period, you started to head toward your class, attempting to avoid other students who were just being loud in the hallway. A stark contrast to your character.

As you entered your class and headed towards your seat, you found Gojo already there, awaiting your arrival. You found him with his head down on the desk next to yours. As you got to your seat, you got your laptop and materials from your bag and placed them on your table. Only now do you realize the soft snores leaving Gojo. Realizing he is asleep, you try your best to keep quiet. This can at least allow you to do some work while Gojo keeps quiet.

As you pull up the assignment on your now-opened laptop, you notice Gojo stirring in his sleep. This was a sign for you to stop your movements, trying to keep quiet, although the whole class was loud— you were surprised at how Gojo can nap in such a loud environment. You kept your eyes on him for a while, looking for when he'd stop moving. As he stopped moving, you turned your eyes back onto your shared document with Gojo. When you decided to finish one of your slides that was half done, you were too focused on gathering your research and typing it down to realize that you were reaching the end of the period.

The end of the 7th period bell alerts you. At the end of this period, you start to pack your things away, only to still find Gojo asleep. You were at least glad your next and final period was a free one, finding this as an opportunity to finish other work and to relax for a while. But Gojo still had a period next; you attempted to wake him up to no avail.

"Gojo, wake up; it's 8th period now, and you're going to be late." You shake him only for him to finally stir in his sleep. "5 more minutes." His voice was groggy from his nap. "No extra minutes; you have to wake up." "I don't want to…" his head still in his folded arms on the desk. "Well, you have to; you literally have like… 3 more minutes to get to your next class, gojo." As you say that, he finally lifts his head off of the desk and looks at you with a pout. "Aren't you going to be late? Or do you care so much about me that you don't care about that?" he says as he makes fake kissing noises to mock you. "Okay, shut up, dude. I have a free period next, but I know you don't, so wake up and get going." He yawns as he stands up, grabbing his bag in the process.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," he says as he drags the 'r. ' You start to head towards the door before Gojo beats you to it and opens the door for you. "Ladies first." He winks at you while you give him a deadpan look, and despite your seemingly reactionless response, you can't help but feel the flutter that's caused in your stomach. Your own body is sabotaging you.

"Thanks," you mutter under your breath as you exit the class. "Since today is Friday, would you want to go to a cafe to try and finish the project?" Gojo asks, with a slight tint of blush covering his face; this also goes unnoticed by you once again. "Sure, just text me when and where." You turn towards him with a slight smile gracing your lips as you turn back around to start heading toward your own destination. Once you turned around, you couldn't help but smile a bit more, knowing this was just a study session, nothing more and nothing less, but you still couldn't help but feel a bit happy knowing he was the one who asked you.

It was finally the end of the day, and you were feeling eager, awaiting a text from Gojo. Yeah, you felt a bit silly waiting for him to text you, but you're just a girl. What? Can't a girl dream anymore? Call it delusions or whatever, but you noticed your feelings growing over time working with him. His small mannerisms rubbed off on you so much that even your own friends noticed. A vibration from your phone caused you to snap out of your thoughts and look at the new notification, only to find it was from Gojo, speaking of the devil.

(xxx)-xxx-xxxx: hey its gojo, I was wondering if you wanted to meet up right now and go to the cafe that's a couple blocks down?

y/n: yeah thats fine with me, meet me in front of school?

quickly saving his contact, you await his response, only for him to respond in a matter of seconds.

gojo: c u there :)

You checked the time; it was 3:25 as you started heading towards the front of the school from where you were originally. Trying to get there slowly so you can find Gojo first rather than him finding you.

You finally exit the school doors and find Gojo leaning on the wall right next to the doors. As you start making your way towards him, he looks up from his phone to look at you. "you ready?" He asks, the sun hitting his tinted lenses, making his eyes barely visible. "Yeah, which cafe are we going to? I didn't know there was one nearby.." "We're going to this small cafe by here; it's pretty good, but I've only been there once." You nod as you start to follow Gojo towards the cafe.

On your way there, you had small talk; there was silence, of course, but it was nothing uncomfortable—you welcomed that silence because it was nice. After awhile, you noticed it started getting cold. You started to regret not bringing a sweater to school today, as the winters were getting colder by the second. You started to slightly tremble, wrapping yourself in your own hands to try to create the warmth that you so desperately needed. Gojo noticed this and decided to take off his sweater and hand it to you.

“Here, take it.” His hand was right in front of you, with his sweater in hand. You wanted to wear it, but, I mean, hell freeze to death as well. “I can't; you’d be cold too, Gojo." You turn to face him with worry displayed on your face. "Nah, I’ll be fine; you need it more than me—I mean, you're practically shivering. The cafe isn’t that far, and I don’t want you to get sick 'cause we have to finish the project.” At this point, you both stopped in your tracks. A sigh left your lips as you took his sweater and put it on.

You let out a barely audible thanks to him; it would go unnoticed by those not paying attention—yet Gojo's attention was all on you, yet you never noticed.

“This is the cafe; it’s pretty small, but I think it's pretty good.” He winks at you, flutters erupting in your stomach, yet you think nothing of them. Just you wishing they’d go away. He goes to open the door for you, muttering a soft thanks under your breath as you enter.

You felt warmth immediately welcome you in this cafe; it was homey; it was particularly small, with open space and windows at the front of the cafe, with a table right by the window. It had a light brown interior with darker brown accents, with paintings and pictures adorning the walls. This and the green plants and flowers that were all over the corners and counters. It was, honestly, a very pretty and nice establishment for one so small.

“This is really pretty gojo; where do we sit?”

“We can sit by the windows; it's a nice view outside, so I think it’ll be nice.” You hum in agreement as you make your way to the table by the windows and place your things down. “Should we go order now?”

"Yeah, lets just look over the menu first before hand.” As you both looked up behind the workers counter to find the menu behind them, you were trying to figure out what to order before deciding to order a matcha latte and a chocolate croissant. You turned your attention towards Gojo to see if he was still contemplating what to order, only to find him thinking extra hard about his decision, finding it funny how the only time he pays decent attention is when it doesn’t regard any school work.

“You decided what to get yet?” You asked Gojo, "Uhhh… I think I might get some kikufuku and a hot chocolate; what about you?”

"Uh, I'm just going to get a chocolate croissant and a matcha latte.”

You both start heading towards the registers to order, with Gojo saying both of your orders. As the cashier starts to read out the cost, you reach into your pocket to grab your wallet, only for Gojo to beat you to it, paying for both of your orders. After the transaction, you both returned to the table to wait for your order to be called.

“Gojo, why’d you pay for both of us? I could’ve paid for my half.”

“It's fine; I mean, I was the one to offer to come here, so it is only a man’s obligation to pay.”

"Let me pay you back at least; I feel bad making you pay for my half." You frowned, feeling bad that he had paid for your order. "The way you can pay me back is for us to finish the project." He has that shit-eating grin on his face, the one he has on his face while poking fun at others. You grunt in response, reaching into your bag to take out your laptop to continue with your work.

"I was able to get some slides done from my part today, but you're gonna have to do a couple of the slides from your part.” As Gojo was about to speak, he got interrupted by the person calling our order.

“Order for Gojo!”

“I'll be right back.” Gojo grins at you. Your eyes follow his person as he walks up to the counter and gets your orders. You can clearly see the cashier trying to flirt with him, trying to make any advancements toward Gojo. You were glad you couldn’t make out what either of them was saying; you knew if you could, you’d get upset. Do you know why? Yeah, it was because you liked Gojo; it was clear now, and you hated it. It would have been stupid to get upset at a girl trying to flirt with him; I mean, you both weren’t even together. But you understood her; he was handsome, and she was also pretty. You were thinking that if you were as pretty as her, if you were that confident, maybe you’d have a chance with Gojo. caught up in your own thoughts that left a bad taste in your mouth, you didn’t realize Gojo was making his way back towards you. You were too busy being spaced out and caught up in your own thoughts, thoughts that you so very much hated.

“You good, y/n?” You were still spaced out, too focused on the worker behind the counter to realize Gojo. He cleared his throat; that was the thing that managed to catch your attention. "Huh?" You say, now staring at Gojo.

"I asked if you were okay; you were spaced out." "Oh, yeah, I'm okay. Did you get our order?" He nods at you while passing you your order as he places his down on the table by his seat. He takes his seat across from you and takes out his laptop as well, getting ready to "do" some work. (He won't do work.)

"We can probably finish a couple of more slides today, so we won't be behind on our work. We should probably do about two slides each? I think that would be good enough so we won't be behind." He hums in agreement, reaching for his hot chocolate to take a sip from.

"What even is this project about?" He says, taking another sip of his hot chocolate afterward. Your face goes blank at his idiocy; you honestly can't believe he got so far in high school. I mean, you were seriously doubting his abilities as of now.

"Are- Are you being serious?" You attempted to hold back your laugh at his simple idiotic actions, yet your attempt is in vain. You're now full-blown laughing, not even trying to hide how hysterical you find his stupidity.

"Oh my god— you're so hopeless!" You're holding your stomach in pain from your laughter; you can't even contain the tears from falling. Those tears of laughter basically taunt Gojo for his lack of intelligence. "What? It's not that funny." He huffs in an attempt to heal his bruised ego.

"Okay, I'll stop. I'm sorry, Gojo." You still had that grin on your face, although you were 'apologizing' for your actions. "We're just doing a group project about ideas for a new software application. Like doing research on our idea, putting down evidence on why this would be a good software idea, and explaining how it would help others. We have a doc that the teacher shared with us; did you not see it?" You ask, still having a grin plastered on your face from making fun of Gojo's lack of intelligence.

He scoffs, trying to play off the incident that just happened. "Yeah, of course I did; I was just seeing if you knew what we were doing." He attempted to gather whatever there was of his shattered ego, clearly and very painfully failing at this attempt as well.

"uh huh."

You grin at his antics, finding them quite funny—and quite endearing as well.

"Okay, well, we should get to work. Ask me if you have any questions or anything else. You have the shared in the gmail I sent you." You say, followed by you taking a bite out of your chocolate croissant, savoring the sweet taste of it. Gojo hums in agreement as quietness follows, both of you—well, at least you—in deep concentration on the work in front of you.

You didn't notice how much time had passed until you checked your phone; it was now 6:50, and it's gotten way darker than it was when you got to the cafe with Gojo.

You sighed as you ran your hands through your hair with a small "shit" muttered under your breath. Gojo caught your disturbance and looked at you through his tinted glasses. "What happened?" You hummed as you turned your attention to him. You nodded to the window, showing how dark it had gotten outside.

"I just noticed how late it is, and I gotta walk home too. I think I have to go home now before it gets darker." Gojo stands as he notices you standing as well, wrapping up your items and placing them into your bag. Going to throw away your finished drink and food before Gojo cuts you from your tracks.

"Let me walk you home; it's too dark for you to walk alone, y/n." You turned to face him, finding his eyes already on your figure. "You honestly don't have to; I'll feel bad enough for making you walk me home while you also paid for me."

"You're not making me walk home if I offered." He has that smirk on his face, the one he always has on. "You don't have to gojo, like, honestly." "Well, I want to, so let's get going; lead the way." You grabbed your bag and slung it over your shoulder while grabbing your trash, as Gojo threw his a while ago. As you started making your way towards the door leading out, Gojo was there, holding the door open for you. Muttering a small thanks as you left the small establishment.

You started leading the way to your house; it was only about 10 minutes away from the school, so you started to head to your school and then to your house. Gojo is right next to you, him being the one that's closest to the road. As you reached the school, you realized you still had Gojo's sweater on, which he lent you on the way to the cafe. You felt a feeling crash over you, your cheeks growing a slight tint of color, although it was already flushed due to the cold—caught in your own silly thoughts of Gojo, all this because of a sweater he lent you. Just a kind action, nothing more, yet you can't help but be stuck in your own thoughts. You didn't realize Gojo caught onto your little actions—not your thoughts swooning over him, but your demeanor. Your reddened cheeks, being stuck in your own mind more and more often, and seemingly being in your own little world—in a kind and soft reverie.

His eyes were on you, hyperfocused on you and only you. Thinking you were some sort of angel only for him and nobody else, he knew that was false; you weren't his, but he wished you were. Time passed so fast with both of you stuck in a reverie of each other. You didn't even notice the fact you'd arrived at your home, only figuring you were there when you were right in front of your house.

You sighed as you saw the familiar figure of your home, signaling that you had no more time to spend with Gojo. Breaking the silence with you taking off his sweater and handing it to him.

"Thanks for walking me home, paying for my things at the cafe, and lending me your sweater, Gojo." A smile graced your lips as you recalled those events as you handed him his sweater back. Although they just happened today, you were already reminiscing about them. "Yeah, of course, y/n." You nod in his direction before remembering something.

"Text me when you get home, Gojo; make sure to be safe." He nods at your request before walking off to his house as you enter your own.

About 15 minutes later, you received a text from Gojo.

Gojo: i just got home rn

Gojo: i hope u enjoyed that cafe too

Grinning at his text was nice; although it was nothing special, it was nice knowing he remembered to text you when he got home.

y/n: i actually did enjoy that cafe a lot actually! it was nice, and again, thanks for paying for me

y/n: next time let me pay for both of us to make it up to u pls

Shit—you didn't mean to make that second text sound like that. Was that you coming off too hard? Does it make you sound desperate, wanting to have another study hall with him? Maybe he's going to find you strange for assuming there is going to be a next time? A thousand thoughts are racing through your mind at 100 miles per hour. You were getting anxious at what Gojo's reply was going to be; maybe he didn't see it like you're seeing it, and you're just overreacting.

Gojo: is this ur attempt at asking me on a date ;)

That fucking asshole, knowing him, this is a total him response.

y/n: fuck off bro, u wish i was

Gojo: yeah, i do wish u were asking me on a date.

Fuck. Is he being serious? Maybe you're just overanalyzing it; maybe he meant it as a joke, but that couldn't help your stomach erupt in butterflies. Suddenly, a confidence you didn't even know you had took over, deciding to play with this act of his cocky personality.

y/n: since im not asking you on a date, y dont u ask me on one instead?

Little did you know Gojo was going crazy behind his screen just like you; you felt like a teenage girl fawning over her first boyfriend. Gojo could be in the exact same predicament as well.

Gojo: hmmm, i guess ur right

Gojo: would u like to go on a date with me then, y/n?

You couldn't believe your eyes right now; things were happening way too fast. You couldn't even adjust yourself to how fast things were going. Well, technically, not fast, but seemingly fast enough for you to stress out.

y/n: sure then :)

y/n: lmk when and where?

Gojo: ill lyk then, y/n

You honestly couldn't believe your very own eyes. This felt as if it wasn't real, as if it was just one of your dreams where you got the boyfriend of your dreams.

December 16th

It was already December 16th, and you and Gojo had already finished your project. It was surprising, but you both started spending more and more time together after that study hall you had together. Today was also the date Gojo had planned; you were going to Gojo's house and watching shows, baking, and just spending time together. It was nothing big, but it didn't matter to you; as long as you were with Gojo, it felt like it was the best day.

You were getting ready for him to pick you up in his car; it was surprising when you first saw it until you remembered that his family was well off money-wise. You just wore some casual clothes, not trying to make it seem you were trying too hard. You were in your room waiting for Gojo's text, signaling that he was outside, ready for you.

Gojo: im outside :)

y/n: omw

You bid farewell to your family, telling them you'd be back later on and that you were going over to a friend's house. Leaving the front door of your house, you found Gojo waiting right in front of your house by the passenger seat, ready to open the door for you. As he saw you, he waved at you with a smile on his face.

"Thanks, Gojo," he said, smiling at him as he opened the door for you to take your seat in his car. He hums in response as he turns to go to the driver's seat. As the car sank with his added weight, he was making adjustments to the car's heater to make sure it was warm enough for the both of you.

A nice atmosphere filled the car as Surf by wave to earth was playing in the background, adding a calming sense to everything. It was a nice night out—cold, snowy, and calm. You hummed along to the lyrics, as this was one of your favorite songs by wave to earth. You remembered bringing it up to Gojo once; maybe that's why it's playing now. Maybe he remembered your favorite song and played it just for you.

As Gojo started to pull into the driveway of his house, he told you to wait in the car as he went to open the door. It was a cute action he took, always making sure to open doors for you—something you found endearing. As he opened the door, you thanked him for opening the car door for you.

"What do you wanna do first?" He asked, making his way to the front door with you following close behind him, making sure to walk carefully to avoid tripping on any of the ice. "Hmmm, wanna bake first?" you said, tilting your head at him, although he couldn't see you since his back was facing you. He hummed in agreement.

He went to the front door, taking out his keys quickly and opening the door, waiting for you to walk in first before he entered. Locking the door behind him and placing his keys on the small table by the door. Taking off his shoes as you followed suit and placing them on the shoe rack. You followed him as he showed you where the kitchen was.

"Do we even know what we're gonna bake?" smiling softly at the total clueless actions of the both of you, both of you getting too far ahead of the details in the excitement of today. "Oh, you're right." He deadpans, realizing his flaw in this plan.

"Uh, we can make brownies? I think I have a brownie mix around here somewhere." Scratching his head as he tries to remember where he last placed the brownie mix when he decided to make something sweet to tame his sweet tooth, only for him to figure out he was too lazy to make it for himself; he found this as the perfect opportunity to make it.

“Found it!” He exclaimed as his hand held the box of brownie mix. You smiled at his goofy antics—just anything he does you find cute. “What do the instructions say?” You asked Gojo as you rolled your sleeves up. "Uh, it's asking to preheat the oven to 350." He said, squinting at the instructions on the back while you hummed with his answer, you went to preheat the oven as he placed the mix down.

"What pan do we use?" You were asking as you started pressing buttons on the oven. "We can use this glass one." He said this as he was searching the cabinets for a good-sized container. Humming in agreement, you put the pan beside the oven. You went to grab the mix to read the next instruction. "We need two eggs, 1/4 cup of water, and… a half of oil. Could you grab me that?" He hummed as he went to the refrigerator to grab the eggs. Once he grabbed them, he placed them at the counter. He then grabbed the measuring cup, oil, and water and placed them beside the eggs.

"what's next?" He says this, looking over your shoulder, his breath hitting your ear. "We mix all the things together with the mix." Gojo hums going to grab a decent-sized bowl so everything can fit. Once he found one, he went back to you and placed it on the counter between you both.

"You get the eggs, and I'll measure out the oil and water." You said this as you started to pour the mix into the bowl. He began cracking the eggs on the counter and opening it above the bowl. The only thing he was doing wrong was getting a bunch of eggshells in the bowl. You caught him trying to take them out of your peripheral vision, so you turned your attention on him.

"Gojo, how did you manage to fail the most simple task?" A small smile was evident on your face, growing by the second into a full-blown smile, taunting him. "It's not my fault! The egg was being stubborn." He huffs, trying to convince himself more than you that the egg was why this happened. You sort of forgot Gojo was well off; that's probably why he's not that used to cooking for himself. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you big baby," you giggle at how he looks—as if he's trying to murder that egg for not "cooperating" with him.

After that, things went sort of smoothly. You guys put oil on the glass pan before spreading the brownie mix on the pan. As he was pouring the brownie mix into the pan, you were just watching him; he looked the most focused doing this. As if this is some really important life-or-death action—his tongue slightly sticking out, a habit you've seen him do more than once when he's deep in concentration. His brows were slightly furrowed, creating creases on his forehead between his brows, and his eyes were narrow and deep in concentration on the task at hand. Although he was doing the most basic task known to man, you thought he looked quite celestial to you, as if the gods had bestowed him on you and only you to view. As if he were an important painting made out of gold hanging in an art museum, only meant for your eyes to see and enjoy.

He noticed your quietness when he finished trying to spread the mix evenly. He thought maybe something was wrong, so he turned to glance at you. Only for him to find you staring deeply into his features as if he were food a starving man has been absent from. The thought of you being so caught in your own thoughts about him made him feel warm and flushed. His checks, proving this as a pink dusted his pale checks, adding some warmth to his features. He then turned back to the container of brownie mix he had long forgotten about when he caught you staring. He cleared his throat to try to calm down the sudden butterflies he felt just then.

This also seemed to snap you out of your thoughts as you turned your attention to the pan filled with brownie mix. As if on queue, the oven beeped to signal that it was done preheating and was ready for the dish.

"Are you done with the brownies?" tilting your head as you waited for his response. He let out a small "mhm" as if he didn't trust his own words right now. You went to grab the pan in front of him and placed it in the oven. You went back to your place next to him as you looked for your phone to place a 35-minute timer.

As you were going to grab your phone from its place on the counter, you dropped it onto the floor. You muttered a small fuck under your breath, wishing and praying it didn't leave any new cracks on your phone. As you went to bend down to grab it, you didn't notice how Gojo placed his hand on the counter corner to prevent you from hurting yourself on it.

"Ima set a timer for 35 minutes; you wanna watch a movie meanwhile?" Your phone is now in your hand as you stod up, looking for the timer app on your phone to set the timer on. "Sure, what type of movie?" He made his way to the living room as you followed him while setting the timer.

"Hm—how 'bout a Disney movie? You pick the movie, though." Gojo laughs at how you recommended a Disney movie. Sure, there's nothing wrong with that, but he expected you to say something like a horror movie; a Disney movie seemed out of character for you.

As you both sat down next to each other on the couch, Gojo started to scroll through the Disney+ account he had, looking through some options before he stopped at one. He picked Frozen to watch, and you weren't really surprised. You thought he gravitated to that movie because maybe he and Elsa were related; maybe they were both long-lost twin siblings.

As he clicked on the movie, he started to get himself comfortable on the couch; he seemingly fused with the couch. As the first couple of minutes started playing, you couldn't help but feel your eyelids get heavy and droopy. You felt yourself slip more and more into slumber, so you just laid your head on Gojo's shoulder to get more comfortable. You didn't think anything of it, but Gojo's mind was on fire right now, man. If you could look at him right now, his face was full of a flushed look just because of this small action.

Your breath started to slow down, your breaths becoming shallow, and Gojo realized you had given into your sleep. Gojo decided to get himself in a position where you wouldn't wake up with a sore neck and wouldn't be uncomfortable in your nap. Soft snores left your parted lips now, although you would've hated Gojo knowing you snore in your sleep. Gojo still can't help but find this cute and endearing. He felt almost proud? Proud in the sense that you felt comfortable enough around him to let your guard down and let yourself sleep on him.

A third of the movie passed when your alarm finally rang; you weren't awakened by it, though. Gojo reached for your phone and shut off your alarm as he slowly laid you down on the couch as he went to the kitchen to take the brownies from the oven. Once he came back from the kitchen, he found you sitting up, stretching your limbs as you yawned, rubbing your eyes after you were done with your quick stretch.

"How long was I asleep?" Your voice came out groggy with a light rasp to it, and your hair from the side you were lying on was slightly messy compared to the other side. "Like 30 minutes, I think? Maybe slightly less, but you knocked out after a bit of the movie." Gojo said as he made his way to you, sitting next to you.

"Shit, I'm sorry, Gojo." You yawned again, covering your mouth with the back of your hand. "Your fine, y/n. Are you still sleepy?" Gojo had a lopsided grin, and you clearly looked half awake. You hummed, and you scratched your neck. It seemed as if you just woke up from the best nap you've ever taken. Maybe it was the best nap you took. Maybe it was because Gojo was here with you.

"You wanna take another nap in my room? It'll be more comfortable for you."

"You sure? I don't want to intrude much."

"Why would I ask if I didn't mean it?" He chuckles. You always seemed to ask if he was sure about things he was clearly sure about. He stood up, waiting for you to follow him to his room on the second floor of his house. As you followed him close behind as he made his way up the stairs, once you reached his room, he opened the door for you. It was decorated with a light gray wash on the walls, wooden furniture adorning the walls for storage, and different-sized posters and paintings covering the walls. His room wasn't messy, but there were a couple of clothes piles on his floor. You felt as if his room was a great match for him and his personality, as if it suited him perfectly.

As you made your way to his bed, you shoved your face into his cold pillow, finding it comfortable and refreshing. "Hey y/n?" You hummed as you turned your head to face him. "Yeah?" "You wanna stay over?" You seemed stunned; you didn't really expect him to ask you that; you wouldn't mind staying over with Gojo.

"Actually?" "Of course, why would I ask you if I didn't mean it?" he smiles.

"Sure, I'll stay over, but I'm just going to let my family know." You reached into your pocket to find your phone to text your mom that you were going to stay the night at your friend's house. "Thanks for letting me stay over; your bed is way more comfortable than mine. I don't wanna let this opportunity slip by." Your voice coming out muffled due to your face being stuffed into his pillow again. You already claimed his bed even though it wasn't even yours. I mean, he was okay with it, of course; he's okay with anything if you ask.

"So you just decided to claim my bed?" "Hell yeah, this shit is way too comfortable to pass on, man." He grunts in reply, scooting you to the side as he lies next to you now. "What are you doing?" Your face is finally out of the pillow, and you are now looking at his face, which was staring at yours. "Well, this is my bed, is it not? I'm not gonna sleep on that floor, so you better make space on MY bed." You roll your eyes as your face goes back to laying on the pillow.

A few minutes go by before you start to slightly snore, your face facing Gojo. He felt like a creep; he was just staring at your sleeping figure, admiring you. Sure, it might seem creepy, but it wasn't intended to be creepy. He looked at your slightly parted lips, hair falling from behind your ear, how your chest went up and down with your breaths, and how you'd move slightly to get more comfortable every so often. He didn't even notice him dozing off into slumber as well, he was too focused thinking of you. You were on his mind as he was awake and now as he drifted to sleep.

It was now the next morning and gojo was the first to wake up. He woke up with you in his arms, he wondered if you noticed this too. He felt flustered as if he was just a prepubescent boy who just got their first girlfriend. He slowly removed his arms from your figure as he went downstairs to figure out what to make you and him for breakfast.

He knew he couldn't trust his cooking skills so he resulted to just order food for the both of you. He ordered you and him breakfast from some nearby fast food restaurant with a good breakfast. As he waited for the food to get here, you started to make your way down the stairs.

"Gojo?" Your voice comes out groggy and raspy. "I'm over here," Gojo says, his voice coming out loud so you can know where he is. You followed where his voice came from, finding him in the living room sitting down on one of the couches scrolling on his phone. He looked up from his phone taking in your barely awake appearance. "How did you sleep?" He asks, well based on your appearance you slept pretty well. "Hella good dude, your beds fucking comfortable." Yawning as you made your place next to him.

"By the way, I ordered some breakfast for the both of us," He tells you since he assumed that maybe you were hungry. "Really? Thanks, where did you order from?"

"I ordered from Dunkin', is that okay?" He hears an audible gasp from you. "Hell yeah, dunkin' breakfast is my favorite man." You had a grin on your face, clearly enjoying that he bought you food.

"What did you order?"

"I got you a sourdough sandwich and a matcha latte, is that okay?" That grin on your face only growing more, he assumed maybe because you liked the food he got you. "Oh my god, you're the best person to exist right now, that's literally what I always get." He laughs at this, glad he got you something you liked.

"I think the food should be getting here in like, 3 minutes?" Those 3 minutes went by fast as now you both were sitting in the kitchen enjoying your food. You looked as if you were starving by the way you were eating your sandwich, although you might've found it embarrassing how you were eating right now— he thought the opposite, he thought you looked quite cute.

As you both were finishing up your food and drinks, you thanked gojo for buying your food and persisted in paying him back. He, of course, denied your pleas. You sighed and gave up on begging him to let you pay him back.

You two were now relaxing in the living room, watching some random show on the television yet you two weren't really invested in it. You were both just having a conversation about anything and anything coming to mind. Amidst your conversation, Gojo brought up how you can just call him his first name, you agreed with this as you found it more fitting now. The room fills with both of your voices with occasional laughter erupting from both of you. Both of you clearly enjoyed each other's presence, whether it was quite or loud, you just enjoyed spending time with each other. As it became quite, you realized you should probably go home now. Sighing in realization you broke the silence.

"Hey Satoru, I think I have to head home now." You frowned slightly, not wanting to go home as you were spending quality time with him. Gojo hums in acknowledgment, feeling upset that he can't spend more time with you. Yet, he doesn't ignore the way his first name rolls off your tongue, as if his name was made for you to say. "Let me drop you off, y/n." You hum, knowing that if you protest, Gojo will ignore you. As you went to collect your things and put your shoes on, Gojo went to the garage to heat his car up. Once you were ready, you made your way outside to where Gojo was waiting for you.

He, of course, opened the door for you to enter his car. You told him your address as you were connecting to the speaker, which he told you to connect to. You decided to play Pyramids by Frank Ocean, a song you enjoyed and you were in the mood to listen to it. You were singing along to the lyrics as Gojo was too. You two were having fun, just singing together and talking when you weren't singing.

You finally arrived at your house when you thanked him and bid farewells to him, reminding him to text you once he got back home. You weren't sure how much time passed by when you got a text from Gojo telling you he was safe and sound at his place now. You were spending your time now sending texts back and forth to each other, texting turned into a call. Hours went by as you two were talking and laughing playing Roblox, making fun of some random kid, and praying your account wouldn't get banned the next day.

It was somehow night now, you both were still on call. You two didn't even realize how much time passed. You both basically spent the day with each other. Now here you are dozing off on the call together. It was cheesy, but it was cute. You liked spending this much time with him and so did he, he enjoyed spending this much time with you— he wished he could spend as much time with you as possible.

December 22nd.

It's been 6 days since your little date with Gojo. 6 days where you and him have gotten closer— his and your friends even noticing this. Teasing you both whenever they saw you together, which was most of the time. You both were basically inseparable, spending each available minute together. You spent so much time with each other that others thought you were already dating. Yet you weren't, yet.

You were now at Gojo's place once again in his room, lying in his bed as he was at his desk working on some homework he had for one of his classes. You were just scrolling on your phone trying to find something to do to cure your boredom. This was until Gojo started to spark a conversation with you. It was till the end of the conversation that Gojo finally found the confidence to ask you something.

"Hey y/n?"

"Yeah"

"I've been wanting to ask this for god knows how long because I'm so infatuated by you and everything about you. You make it impossible for me not to swoon over you, I've liked you for god knows how long, even before we started talking. You were just my hallway crush or something, but now, I want you to be something more. I just wanted to ask, I'm sure you got the gist of it but, could I be your boyfriend?" He's now sweating so much, you didn't even know it. He was flushed from head to toe, his palms were clammy, and he was on the brink of breaking due to his nerves.

While you, you were flustered. You knew that maybe eventually you'd end up dating, but you were still caught off guard. Who knew that your long-time crush was here confessing his undying love for you.

"Of course, Satoru. I've liked you too for god knows how much time, I was just scared to act on it. Although you were insufferable most times, that could never stop me from fawning over you at any given moment." You both now had a large grin on each other's faces, glad and released that you could get it out.

As of now, you both were on his bed enjoying each other's warmth and embrace. Talking to each other about anything that sprang to mind, you both were now in bliss realizing that you were both finally together. That you were finally his and he was finally yours, a thought that was always running through each other's mind.

December 31st.

You found it funny how just in a month, you got together. Well, of course, you talked before. But this month, it was more than before, you were constantly together. If not you were on calls, but on the rare occasion when either of you couldn't call— you'd be texting each other constantly. Spending each available minute together, something either of you wouldn't give up.

You two were now strolling around in the city, entering shops when you found something interesting that Gojo insisted on buying you. Hand in hand, gojo carrying the bags of clothes, trinkets, and items he bought you just because you spent a second too long looking at them.

You found it nice how the project was due at the end of the month, exactly tomorrow. Yet that project wasn’t the only thing that was progressing, it was also your and Gojo's relationship that went along as the days.

Now you were thinking that maybe that these cold winters weren't going to be as bad. Now you had someone to share it with, to be cold with, and to be warm with, you could be like those couples you were always envious and yearned for.

Maybe these cold winters will be enjoyable now.

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