#of coURSE i think about my online friends in the middle of the night. wishing they were close :( i still have those tsukki keychains etc

[alienaiver]

For the little ask game, “come on, don’t do that. My head hurts” + Tsukki if you’re feeling up to him 🙈🙈 if not maybe Kirishima or Hinata??

I SWEAR TO GOD OPAL MY BELOVED MY BETHROTHED MY ONE AND ONLY I APOLOGIZE SO DEEPLY SO SO DEEPLY FOR THE WAIT!!!!!! life happened and while i know that YOU will always get me, i still wanted to give u a quick and DRAMATIC bow for making you wait for your beloved !!!! of course i went with tsukki for u, i love opal x tsukki with my entire heart !!!! <333333 its also so long... so so long compared to this just being a little writing game IDJESFHSEFHSK [clown emoji] <333 but its what u deserve!!!!!!!!!!!! also it isnt proof read and i swear this is FRESH!!! out of my document. i couldnt fall asleep last night before i had written down a note SO I WOULDNT FORGET MY IDEA FOR UR PROMPT!! and i swear. the note is so funny. it makes no sense. im attaching it to the bottom of this bcos. what the fuck.

You’re situated on the floor, watching the television with intense concentration, eyes wide and analyzing. A documentary is currently on, the sound most likely louder than necessary. In the back of your mind you register the door open and close, shoes shuffled off and feet padding into the living room.

You barely acknowledge his presence as a presentation of giant crab’s anatomy is shown on the screen. He wordlessly bends down behind you and wrap his arms around your shoulders, kissing the top of your head. You hum a distracted sound and he scoffs before retreating back onto the couch.

The documentary ends shortly after and Netflix recommends another one as the ending screen passes.

It’s a documentary about top secret UFO projects that’s been revealed. When it starts you shuffle backwards so you’re situated between the legs that Tsukishima spreads to accommodate you. The introduction is loud and unnecessarily dramatic but as Tsukishima kneads your shoulders, you don’t seem to mind much.

There’s a distinct dissonance between the sound effects and the experts talking so you reach out for the remote on the table to turn it up.

“Come on, don’t do that, my head hurts.” the grumble above you clicks immediately – there’s never been a constant need to communicate between you and with so many years of being together – living together, being quiet isn’t awkward or seen as tense. But he’s usually more talkative on Wednesdays since those are his quieter days.

You turn your back to look at him and by God does he look awful. You didn’t get to see him this morning before he left but he must’ve slept like shit if the bags under his eyes are any tell. Right now his glasses are skewed and you reach up your arms to fix their position but he turns his head, “they’re putting pressure behind the ears and it’s grating.”

You get up and grab his hand to motion him to follow. Wordlessly, you go into the bedroom and find your yoga mat, roll it out on the floor and situate yourself on your knees at the far end. You pat your thighs and he narrows his eyes, “I’m not doing that.”

“Where does it hurt? Forehead? Temples? Eyes?” you search his face for any tells but he remains neutral as he stares you down with his arms crossed, “it’s everywhere.”

“Oh, tension then! Come on you big baby, you know I can make it better.”

He grumbles out something incoherent before he starts walking across the mat to you. “Lie on your stomach,” you tell him and he stops in his tracks, “how would that ever be comfortable? My back would be raised in such a weird position!”

You roll your eyes at him – you don’t mean to, you know he isn’t uncooperative on purpose, just that he gets childish when something has inconvenienced him for the better part of his day. You pat your thighs again, this time harder to get the point across. He sighs deeply and theatrically before he does as he’s told. Before he lays his head on your thighs, you gently take off his glasses for him and put them next to the mat. With a wink you promise he’ll get them back after his treatment. He scoffs and rolls his eyes before he settles, breathing out deeply into your legs. “Can I come up for air?” he asks, knowing full well he can breathe just fine as you do your ministrations, he’s just being a little brat. You ignore him as your hands travel to the back of his neck, gently caressing first and feeling for the tension built up there.

You start slow, tracing his nape, shoulders and up to his skull before you place your thumbs on the part of the neck that connects with the skull, pressing down so hard that he whines underneath you, knowing it’ll help but with a natural reaction to pain. You move your thumbs only a few centimeters across the same section of that edge, feeling the built-up lactic acid. You’ve tried showing him how to relief this during the day when he’s been hunched at the desk or have been stressed because he’s so prone to tension but based on the amount you can feel with your thumbs, he hasn’t been doing his little exercises. You file that information for another day when he’s being unreasonable with one of his own demands to you.

He sighs out as you reach the edge by his ears and you know it’s already feeling so much better for him. Your fingers trace the back of his head and down his nape slowly, savoring the connection you’re having with him at this moment. When the fingers reach his shoulders, you start massaging gently, not really working out the knots with power but simply stimulating the blood flow in the area.

“Can I turn now? I’ve never been so uncomfortable in my entire life.” You snort out a reply but lift your arms with a final pat to his back, “get on your back.”

“Stop ordering me around.” The complaint is without any heat as he turns, his long limps hanging off of the end of the mat. It’s a good thing he doesn’t do much yoga, you think. With your fingers you trace his temples and up to his brow, your right pointer coming to the slope of his nose, tracing a line up and down from the middle of his nose, up between the brows and ending at the forehead before traveling back down, repeating the gentle motion. With your left hand you smooth out his worry lines with similar gentle motion, traveling to his jaw too.

Within a few moments you see all the built-up tension release as he relaxes into your hold, his arms going limp next to him and his legs spreading just a few millimeters more. You smile to yourself at succeeding, continuing for a few more beats before you initiate conversation.

“How was work?”

He scoffs and you feel the worry lines slowly reappear but you’re quick to make him melt again. “Hori and I were told to re-label some old, archived files today, you know, my favorite grunt work.” The sarcasm is thick on his tongue and you feel his head turn with the inward rolling of his eyes, “anyways, Hori made a mistake and while he didn’t explicitly blame me when Maruhi came back from lunch, he apologized for our mistake. The audacity to include me in that.”

You nod along, humming to show you’re listening. He continues on for a while, letting go of the frustration he’s had pent up all the way through practice afterwards. He sighs out deeply afterwards, “but Yama called in my lunch break.”

You smile, continuing to let your pointer go up and down by his nose. Sometimes, he can only really fall asleep if you do the motion on him – he’ll never admit it, though. “How is he?” you ask excitedly and you see the smile gracing your boyfriend’s features.

Tsukishima inhales slowly before his smile breaks out fully, “he got hired by that electronic company he applied to!”

“Really? That’s amazing!”

Tsukishima nods along to your statement, the smile never really fading as he talks about his best friend. He continues to update you on your mutual friend’s college life, how he struggles with food and Tsukishima’s thinking of making a care package – though he phrases it like he thinks you should do it, you know what’s behind the request. You go along with a smile, “you can help me buy things for it, then. We’re going grocery shopping Saturday anyways, might as well get things for him too.”

You lean down and kiss your boyfriend’s forehead. When you pull away, you’re surprised to see a pout on his face and when you ask what’s wrong, he pointedly looks away from you. As you try coaxing out what’s wrong, his pout only deepens. Finally, he seems to steel himself, “I was hoping you were gonna kiss my lips.”

You let out a laugh – one that makes him shake around on your lap from how hard you’re laughing. You then lean down and kiss his lips. “I love you, Kei.”

Instead of replying, he simply leans up and kisses you again, lingering with a sigh. As your hand traces circles on his cheek, he mumbles out, “thank you for always helping me with headaches.”

You know it’s not just the physical headaches he’s referring to. You kiss him deeply with a smile.

and here is said, chaotic as hell, note <3

[one-piece-aus]

Whumptober Day 5

Sabo x Reader

TW: Home invasion

[y/c] = your city

"Weakness." You punched Sabo into the lava and watched him burn to death.

"[Y/n] I was in the middle of collecting quartz," Sabo whined and respawned back at his base.

"Karma's a bitch," you laughed.

You were playing Minecraft with your online friend Sabo, who you've been playing online games with for the past 10 years. Started ever since you got Minecraft as a kid and played on servers, after playing a few mini-games you friended him, and eventually, you exchanged Discord users (when it became a thing). Yeah, yeah, the internet is a dangerous place, blah blah blah, Sabo was cool though, you trusted him, you've already done video calls with him, and honestly he's been there for you more than anyone else.

There were countless late nights where you two stayed up, gaming while discussing some deep topics. Sometimes they were philosophical nonsense, other times they were about struggles going on in life, you both cried over call during those kinds of nights. Safe to say you and Sabo's friendship was real, you just wished he lived near you so he could visit-

"Oh now I'm not going to share the surprise I was going to tell you," Sabo said when he teleported back to the nether.

"Surprise? What surprise?" You crouched your Minecraft character in front of him.

"Nooooo, I'm not going to say." Sabo walked around you and begun mining quartz once again.

"Come onnnnn, Sabo."

"Surprises are for nice spouses."

Ah, that's right, I forgot to mention your married Sabo in Minecraft, for "XP benefits" of course.

"I'll give you golden apples."

"Mhmmmmm."

"And... a three stacks of cookies."

"Well why didn't you just say so!" Sabo spun around and picked up the items you dropped for him before going on his merry way.

"Okay, now tell me," you said following after him.

"So you remember how I said my brothers and I planning to go on a trip over Christmas?" Sabo asked as he started to build a bridge over lava.

"Yeah, kinda sucks since that means you won't be able to play online," you grumble as you slowly crept behind him as he placed blocks. Playing with Sabo was all you looked forward to these days so him reminding you that you wouldn't be able to play with him during that time, you felt your mood deflate.

"Well guess where we're going."

"Uhhhh Tim Buck Two."

"No, we're going to [y/c]."

"Really!?" Your demeanour spun a 180, your excitement pulled a shiny smile across your face.

"I knew you'd be happy but I didn't think you'd get the same energy when you see your favourite blorbos on screen," Sabo laughed as the two of you were now bridging over a group of piglins on the ground.

"Because you are one of my little blorbo husbandos," you cooed knowing it'd fluster him.

"...I'd like to see you say that to me in person."

"You say that like I won't."

"[Y/n], you can barely ask an employee for help at the grocery store."

"Shush." You hit Sabo off the bridge and watched him fall to his doom, or so you thought. He placed a water block on the ground, in the nether. "Are you using your hacks again!?"

"You better move before I get back up and knock you off," Sabo warned.

"You won't dare."

"Or I would-" Sabo cut himself off when he heard something loud thud over on your end. "What was that?"

"Hm?" You were playing music in the background, talking to Sabo, and listening to Minecraft sounds with your noise-cancelling headphones so you didn't hear it.

"Something heavy fell over on your end."

"You're not messing with me are you?"

"Ace does that trick, not me."

"I wouldn't put it past you to use one of your brother's tricks."

"Okay, I'll stop building up-" Sabo ceased stacking blocks and looked up at your character. "You pause your game and check what fell over."

"Fine." You pause your game and start to take your headphones off.

"Wait!"

"Whaaaat?"

"Turn your camera on."

"Why?"

"It's... I just got a bad feeling."

"Okay..." You shrugged off Sabo's uneasiness and turned on your camera before taking off your headphones and started looking around your room to see what fell.

"Must've fell outside," you muttered heading toward your bedroom door and opening it.

Sabo couldn't see what was outside your door, whatever stood out there made you slam your shut and scramble to push your dresser in front of the door. Goosebumps crawled over his skin as realization hit him that shit is hitting the fan. He fumbled on his end to grab his phone and rapidly tapped buttons.

"Sabo..." You were now back in front of the computer, the dresser completely blocking the door. "Call the cops."

"Way ahead of you," Sabo said as the phone began ringing. "What's going on?"

"There's...there's a guy in...in my house." You could hardly pull your words together since your brain is currently spinning around to find the way for you to survive. "He...he's throwing things around... I think...I think he saw me." You started typing your address to Sabo so he could tell the cops where to go, you sent it before but it'd take too long for him to scroll up to find it. 

Sabo muted himself, probably so he wouldn't be heard talking to the cops. You backed away from the computer again, this time grabbing your bookshelf full of manga and pushing it in front of your door. Once that also blocked the door, you glanced around for more things to push in front of the door but the only heavy stuff left was your bed and desk which could be hiding places that the intruder could look around, and any few seconds he wasn't finding you was a second more of survival.

You picked up your headset and put it back on, Sabo was still muted. You clicked on the Minecraft tab so it'd cover your screen and he- if the invader came into your room- wouldn't know your camera was on with a witness. You took your phone just in case, making sure it was on silent and hid in the closet, making sure no sound came when you closed the door. You climbed into your laundry basket, burying yourself under your dirty clothes, for once grateful you forgot to do laundry.

"Okay, the cops are on their way- [Y/N]?? Where are you [Y/n]???" Sabo felt his heart drop.

"i'm in the closet," you whispered.

"Why didn't you climb out your window?"

"don't you remember that i told you the lock is broken? i live on the 10th, that's suicide," you whisper-shouted.

"Just stay on call, okay, police will be there soon."

"...okay."

Your meek voice squeezed Sabo's heart, his wish he was there to deal with the guy himself, or at this to be there to reassure you everything is going to be okay. Alas, all he could do was sit there on the other end of the screen, helpless as you both listened to something banging on your door.

Tag: @bookandyarndragon @roseoftrafalgar

[copperbadge]

Awww Sam, I wish I could ask you to join me for coffee or pastries or perhaps a pleasant stroll through a museum. Not necessarily as a date-date, but just because I think we could be friends. But alas, I live in the wrong city, so I must remain a fond & distant admirer. (If you figure out a good place to make friends online, I trust you will let your readers know.)

Thank you, that's very kind of you to say! And I appreciate the not-as-a-date-date thing, not so much because I'm not comfortable dating (though lbr: I'm not) but because I never know how to respond to romantic overtures in this space. I think a lot of it is a factor of me knowing that even as much as I talk about my flaws and errors on here, you guys still are very much seeing the highlights reel of my life. People wanting to be friends is one thing because there's an implicit "I know you're not perfect" in friendship -- and should be in romance too, but there's so much idealizing that goes on in romance that it gets difficult. And ethically it's also a bit dicey.

I think for making friends online...I mean it's like anywhere of course, you have to go where there are other people interested in what you're interested in, but the structures for those places are just so godawful. It's like wanting to have a chat with someone but you're forced to do so in the middle of a crowded bar during an open mic. So the problem is that even if you find a good platform for you to use, it's never replicated anywhere else.

But the quest continues, albeit without the dating site, because I looked at it last night and went "I can't even make myself do this by pretending it's a job" and deleted my profile. When you belong to a site where the default state is rejection, it's bad for the mental health. I'll keep you updated about the rest. :D

[callsign-bunnie]

Hi hello yes may I please have more slasher ghost please thank you please

Here you go! This was written for Horror Night!

--

They'd started to let them go back outside. Let was a... strong word since Rodolfo made it pretty clear Alejandro wasn't getting none until he got to go back to classes. They'd reached a middle ground with online classes and Alejandro going with them out shopping occasionally.

Soap was kind of annoyed that he couldn't do his own shit, but he had learned by now to not really argue about it.

So, here they were, in the mall, Soap watching Rodolfo look at clothes again. "You have so many, you don't need more." He sighed.

Rodolfo pouted. "But I like them."

Black joggers, of which Rodolfo had several pairs of, but these were apparently different because they were meant to look more military esque. Lots of pockets, faint almost couldn't be seen camo. "You own so many pairs of those."

"Alejandro likes them." Rodolfo smiled, nodding his head in Alejandro's direction. Alejandro was leaning against a rack with aviator sunglasses on and a leather jacket, and had told Rodolfo he loved everything he'd tried on.

"I adore how you look in them, mi sol." Alejandro half grinned, looking at them over his sunglasses.

Rodolfo grinned. "I'm gonna get them." Alejandro held out his card and Rodolfo gladly took it, heading up to the counter.

Alejandro watched him go and Soap rolled his eyes. "Simp." He mumbled, ignoring Alejandro glaring at him.

"Soap, why won't you give Ghost a full chance?" Alejandro asked after a moment.

Soap cringed. He'd known this was coming, eventually. After that night, he'd basically ignored Ghost. But... he'd felt weird about it. He'd been so upset that night that he'd just willingly let him into his bed. Soap felt embarrassed. He shouldn't have done that. "I don't know how else to stress to you two that you are both murderers and I don't want any part of that."

Alejandro shrugged. "Soap, I think we both know it's not the murder that you have an issue with."

Soap narrowed his eyes at him. "What the fuck do you mean by that?"

Alejandro half grinned and Soap had half a mind to just tackle him and beat the shit out of him, but he wouldn't do that. "Ghost told me you practically threw yourself at him that night."

"Yeah to save my own life- stop, wait. You weren't there?" Soap frowned, confused.

Alejandro raised an eyebrow and laughed. "No. I was at home with Rodolfo. I don't think you'd like the details on that one."

Soap frowned more. He'd spent this entire time assuming Alejandro had been there, since he knew it was unlikely Ghost had killed 9 people in the course of only a few hours in such horrific and gruesome ways. "So who was? Because I know Ghost didn't do all of that by himself."

"I wish you were more susceptible to gaslighting. It'd be so fun to convince you that you did it." Alejandro sighed, almost forlorn. Soap rolled his eyes. "No, there's a third. He's not super good at it, yet. But... he'll get there."

Soap's blood ran cold. "There's a third psychopath?!"

"You throw that word around a lot." Alejandro chuckled. "Yes, there is a third. You know, I think you two should meet him. You'd like him."

"No thank you. Anyway, back to earlier, I don't want to date a murderer, thank you." Soap huffed a little and looked away. "Especially not a murderer with the social skills of a dead rat."

"A sexy dead rat." Alejandro corrected, laughing when Soap glared at him. "Oh, give him a chance, Soap. He really likes you. And I've taught him how to take care of his partners."

Soap rolled his eyes again. He wouldn't admit it to Alejandro, but that did reassure him ever so slightly. Despite the whole... kidnapping and murdering all of his friends thing, Alejandro treated Rodolfo really well. Soap would admit to having been a bit jealous since he never thought he'd get that.

"Whatever." Soap mumbled, looking at the rack. "I'm not like Rodolfo, I won't throw ass for a murderer."

"You use such lovely language." Alejandro chuckled, again, before straightening up as Rodolfo came back. "Mi sol..." He kissed his cheek. "Ready to go?"

Rodolfo nodded a little and Soap immediately picked up that something was wrong. He was quiet, keeping his head down. "Yeah, can we just go back to the house?"

"What's wrong?" Alejandro immediately was over to him, his sunglasses off. Soap was surprised he could move that fast.

Rodolfo shook his head. "It's nothing, I just- I just want to go." He took Alejandro's hand and led them both out.

Rodolfo didn't speak another word until they were home, despite Alejandro's prodding. Even there, when he was back, he just nodded a hello to Ghost and went to bed.

Soap frowned, now very concerned for his friend. He was glad when Alejandro followed him, because he hoped Alejandro would be able to pry whatever it was out of him.

Ghost turned to Soap once they were both gone, "I have something I want to show you."

Soap hesitated before giving in. "Alright." Mentally, though, he told himself that he was not giving Ghost a chance. "What is it?"

"It's outside." Ghost explained.

"No, I'm smarter than that." Soap shook his head, going and sitting on the couch. "I like being alive and intact, thank you."

"If I wanted to kill you, I'd slit your throat on that couch." Ghost looked tired, closing his eyes.

Soap relented, since yeah. Soap had a better chance of survival being outside than he did inside. He reluctantly got back up again and followed Ghost outside.

Honestly, the house was fucking ridiculous. The entire back wall was glass and Alejandro and Rodolfo's room had a giant balcony thing with a fire pit and couches, oh yeah, and a fucking projector. Soap knew, because he and Rodolfo had already hung out up there and watched several movies.

Roasted marshmallows.

Ghost's room, itself, had to be at least as big as both the kitchen and living room of the apartment, which was already stupidly big, and according to Alejandro and his very suggestive tone, the bathroom was as big as a bedroom.

Soap would definitely NOT admit to considering the imagery of Ghost in a garden tub that was apparently big enough for three people, again according to Alejandro. Alejandro had also alluded to Ghost being well endowed.

That had sparked an argument for Rodolfo and Alejandro, because Rodolfo had wanted to know how Alejandro knew, and Ghost had laughed way too loud at Alejandro's bright red face. Soap could still hear Rodolfo's yelling.

Ghost talking brought Soap back to reality. "Alejandro had it built for me."

Soap frowned, confused. "Had what built?"

"Have you been paying attention at all?" Ghost raised an eyebrow, not even looking shocked when Soap shook his head. "That reminds me." He got into one of his... many pockets, has Ghost always worn pants with that many pockets?? and pulled out an orange and white bottle. "Here."

Soap's eyes widened, recognizing his ADHD medication. He took the bottle, immediately, and thanked him, shoving it in his own pocket. "Anyway, what are we looking at?"

It looked like a giant glass box, though inside, Soap could see a couch and some bookshelves. Ghost opened a door and went inside with Soap and once they were inside, Soap glanced around, taking in the view. It was gorgeous, honestly. The glass allowed them to see all of the nature around them, and it was fairly close to a small cliff, so the view was almost breathtaking.

Soap smiled. "It's gorgeous. Honest." He went to the couch and sat down.

"It is." Ghost nodded in agreement, though his eyes followed Soap. "Anyway, as I was saying, Alejandro built it for me. Watch this." He grabbed a remote from the side of the couch and clicked a button.

Within moments, there was water droplets hitting the roof of room, which then ran down the sides of the walls. Soap's brain had gone dead silent. It was fantastic. "This is amazing..."

Ghost smiled. "I'm glad you think so." He sat by him.

Soap closed his eyes, relishing in the simple silence of his mind. He could live like this, forever. "Hey, why did Alejandro build this for you?"

"Sometimes, I get overwhelmed. He apparently got sick of me having "meltdowns" as he called them, so he had this built. Anytime I get overwhelmed, I come out here. I have books, I think Alejandro's stuck a few board games in here for when we've hung out in here, together." Ghost shrugged.

Soap nodded a little. "Why did you show it to me?"

"I read that rain sound can help soothe traumatized brains. So... I thought it would help." Ghost shrugged.

Soap snorted. "I mean, it does, kind of. But... man, I need my therapist. You guys took me away from that and she doesn't do online sessions." He'd only really seen her once a month, but it'd been helpful.

Ghost considered before shrugging a little. "I'll figure that out."

Soap narrowed his eyes at him before shrugging and relaxing. "Alright." He leaned back on the couch. Alejandro was right, Ghost really did seem to be trying... no, he was still a murderer. "This doesn't change that you killed people."

"I'm not trying to change that." Ghost shrugged. "I told you I would try to make you love me and I'm doing that. I'm fine with waiting."

Soap flushed a little and looked away. "I will never love you." Even he was starting to believe that wasn't true.

Ghost smiled. "There's less conviction this time." He murmured, touching Soap's face and making him look at him. "I won't hurt you, Johnny."

"You hurt others." Soap frowned, moving his head away from his touch. "You kill."

"You don't actually have a problem with that." Ghost shook his head. "You could have told the police that it was me. Why didn't you?"

Shit, Alejandro must have told him. "I don't- I don't know." He mumbled, telling the truth. He really didn't know why he hadn't told the police that he knew it was Simon Riley who'd done it. He just... hadn't wanted to. "I didn't want to."

"Why?" Ghost hummed, looking almost smug. "I'm a murderer, I deserve to be locked away, right?"

Soap huffed, unsure what game he was playing. "Yeah, you do."

"Then why not tell the police?"

"I don't know!" Soap burst out. He stood up, incredibly agitated and upset. "I was terrified you'd come back and kill me for it! You said you were coming back and that I was yours! So, I thought if I told the police, you'd kill me and I was terrified of that happening! I didn't know you had some weird little crush on me, I just didn't want to die!"

Ghost frowned and then his face softened. "I wouldn't have killed you, Johnny."

"You carved your name into my side." Soap huffed. "Which I covered up."

"To claim you. Alejandro has bites all over Rodolfo." Ghost pointed out.

Soap snorted. "Rodolfo's a freak! He likes that shit! I don't!"

Ghost frowned and then sighed a little. "I just want to prove that I love you. What can I do to prove that?"

Soap shook his head. "You can't-" He was lashing out, he knew that. He was stressed out and upset and so he was lashing out, but hell, maybe the psycho murderer fucking deserved to be lashed out at. "I'm never going to love you."

Soap covered his face and sank to the ground. His heart was pounding and he could feel blood dripping on his face again. Over and over. He couldn't breathe. There was so much blood. Everywhere.

Hands touched him and for a moment, he considered screaming, but they were lifting him a little, pulling him into an embrace. "Do you want me to get Rodolfo?" Ghost asked, softly.

Soap hated how easy it was to melt into the embrace, but he did. He shook his head and tried to just focus on the sound of water hitting the glass box. It helped his brain quiet a little. "No, Rudy is... busy right now."

Ghost nodded and just held him. He pulled him over to the couch and they sat down together. Soap closed his eyes. "In high school... I was so jealous of how Alejandro treated Rodolfo. All of my boyfriends had only ever treated me like shit. But Alejandro worshipped Rodolfo. He was constantly buying him things and treated him like a god."

"I could give you that." Ghost murmured. "I would gladly do all of those things for you."

Soap snorted. "If I could get past the murder."

"Is the murder really as bad as you're making it out to be?" Ghost sighed, softly.

Soap hesitated before slumping a little. Because it really wasn't. He kept acting like it was but... if he was honest, he didn't care nearly as much as he should. Maybe it was just an excuse so he didn't have to worry about Ghost loving him. He'd always pushed away potential partners. "Maybe not..." He mumbled.

Ghost smiled. "I don't think it is." He murmured, again moving Soap's face to look at him. Soap looked at Ghost's eyes. He should have pulled away when Ghost leaned forward, he really should have, but he didn't want to. When Ghost pressed his lips to Soap's, he didn't do anything but relax and give in.

Maybe Ghost was right, maybe he could get past the murder if it meant being loved.

--

Soap tilted his head as he watched his best friend run around his room, trying desperately to find a "nice enough" outfit. "I don't know why he suddenly wants to go out." Rodolfo explained. "But the restaurant is pricy! He told us to invite Gaz as well."

Soap snorted. "So we can have our phones back?" He plopped on Rodolfo's bed. "Weird. I wonder why he's inviting Gaz. Must be important."

Rodolfo shrugged. Soap watched him finally settle on an outfit and decided to go and get his own outfit on. He walked past the living room, frowning as he noticed Alejandro was pacing while Ghost was sitting on the couch.

"You're making it bigger than he is. Of course he's going to say yes." Ghost chuckled. He made eye contact with Soap and waved him over. "Soap can tell you."

Soap frowned as he walked over. "Tell him what?" He accepted Ghost's hand when he offered it, looking at Alejandro, who looked incredibly stressed out.

"No, no. He'll tell Rudy and I do not want the surprise to be ruined." Alejandro waved his hand. "Just go get dressed, Soap."

"Damn, okay." Soap snorted, now very confused. He flushed when Ghost kissed his knuckles before letting him go. Soap smiled and then shook his head, leaving to his room.

When they were dressed, Alejandro ushered them out to a car, making them get in. Rodolfo and Soap sat in the back, which Soap didn't mind. Rodolfo did. "Mi amor, can I please drive?"

Alejandro hesitated before sighing and getting out. Which meant Soap had to get up. Which ended up with Rodolfo and Soap in the front. "I already put the location into the GPS." Alejandro explained as he got in.

"Gaz said he'll meet us at the restaurant." Rodolfo nodded and started to drive once everyone was in.

"Alex is doing the same." Alejandro nodded.

Soap frowned. "Alex?"

"We've taken him under our wing." Alejandro chuckled and nodded. "He's just usually busy with classes, so we never see him."

Oh, the third murderer. Soap glanced over to Rodolfo, who'd gone silent, staring out the windshield. He'd started to do that, a lot. He'd randomly go pale and just stare out. Go silent. Soap would have worried it was Alejandro's fault, but Alejandro seemed just as worried, so he didn't think it could be Alejandro.

"Rudy?" He murmured, nudging him.

Rodolfo jumped and glanced at Soap, before softening and smiling. "Hey. Sorry, I was just thinking about some homework."

Soap was unconvinced but he nodded and turned back to his own window, looking out it.

It wasn't a super long drive to the restaurant and soon they were getting out and walking in. Gaz and Alex were not there, yet, so they had to wait a small moment for their table before they were led there.

Rodolfo's mood seemed to improve, immediately. He looked around, his eyes wide. Soap had to admit, it was a nice place as well. Really leaned into the whole gold aesthetic. They were sat in a corner away from everyone.

Soap noted that Ghost looked very on edge. He wondered if he was often out in public. He took Ghost's hand, gently, trying to smile reassuringly at him. Now that he'd given in, he was really trying to give this relationship a go.

Ghost nodded, though his expression was hard to read with the face mask he was wearing. Soap turned back to the rest of the table and looked over the menu. Since Alejandro was paying, he didn't give a singular fuck about the prices. However, it was fairly concerning that there were none on the menu.

He picked something that sounded good and then sighed, putting his chin in his palm. Honestly? Restaurants were boring as hell. He didn't like watching the sports they kept on the TV and so sitting there and desperately trying to come up with conversation was annoying.

Gaz arriving brought a small amount of entertainment since he immediately mentioned how worried he'd been. "You two just disappeared! I had no idea where you two went!"

"It's a long story." Soap snorted. "Gaz, you know Ale, and this is Ghost. My..." He tried to figure out what word fit.

"Boyfriend." Ghost answered for him and Soap decided to just go with it. He held his hand out and Gaz shook it, clearly surprised.

"Huh, Ghost." Gaz frowned. "Odd name, but I like it."

"It's a nickname." Ghost nodded and pulled his hand back. His other hand landed on Soap's thigh and Soap tried not to blush bright red. That would be embarrassing.

Gaz ordered his own drink and food when the waiter came back. "I heard what happened at the party and I assumed the worst. I was terrified you two would be part of the list of victims. But, they never listed your names."

Soap and Rodolfo both cringed. "We didn't end up going." Rodolfo explained. "Alejandro and I broke up so we went and... found something else to do."

"Ah." Gaz seemed to blush. "Makes sense. I'm glad I didn't go, either. But you and Alejandro are together now, right?"

"Yes." Alejandro immediately answered.

Then, a sixth person showed up. He smiled and introduced himself as Alex to Soap, Rodolfo, and Gaz, though his eyes lingered on Gaz for a moment.

Soap and Rodolfo shared a look before looking at Gaz who was... starstruck. Soap internally rolled his eyes. He'd have to warn Gaz that Alex was a murderer. "It's nice to meet you." Gaz nodded as Alex sat in front of him.

Soap shared an amused glance with Rodolfo.

Alejandro cleared his throat. "Since we're all here, I figure I'll go ahead and get this over with."

Soap froze as he watched Alejandro get out a small velvet covered box. Rodolfo turned bright red and froze as well. He was grasping the table cloth so hard his knuckles turned white.

Alejandro opened the box and took out a very nice looking ring. He took Rodolfo's left hand and slid the ring on his finger. "Marry me, Rodolfo."

Rodolfo's eyes met Soap's and Soap could see panic in them.

Oh no.

[shirefantasies]

I have only asked for one matchup in the past like 8 years of imagine blog requesting but I figured hey, why not? I've been reading your blog nonstop for like 2 weeks, lol! Lets see, I'm about 5ft 4 with a bob of ringlets and a round, even, bespectacled face. I'm pretty curvy and perhaps on the heavier side but I've got a lot more strength to my frame than most give me credit for! In the day to day folks look at me and think I'm a 100% cerebral kind of person and for the most part they'd be right, at least when I was younger. I used to be the ultimate shut-in for the simple fact that I suffer from a family curse on my father's side- when we aren't learning we feel like we're *fucking dieing*(i didn't make tht up it's the family running joke!). These days I'm much more outgoing; I play DnD in 2 groups, have tons of online friends I talk to regularly, I've got a routine of 'sister night's where me and my sister paint together, I sing in a chorus, and I've got study sessions with my mentor going too- so I'm kinda a former-antisocial-dork-turned-deliberate-part-of-their-communities kinda chick. I feel like if i was dropped in middle earth I'd wanna try and build a printing press, my first degree was in graphic design so I know a ton about all the different kinds, I'd love to share! After all, what's the point of learning if you don't use your information to *help* people? Guess I'd be a scribe if I was born there tho. I skew towards liking the hobbit characters more than LOTR, but I'm up for anyone that's in both, too. Congrats on 300, you deserve it!!

Thank you so much for your support and heck yeah, *you* deserve the treat of a matchup too 😘 I’m so glad you said that about the hobbit characters because I definitely had someone in mind for you…

Dear Ori!

Ori finds out someone is causing quite a stir with a new invention, so of course he has to see what all the fuss is about! Something about a revolution amongst his world of scribes happening right at the foot of his home down in Dale. Making his way down to the study named, he musters up the courage to knock on the door. Coming to call unannounced isn't exactly the most polite behavior, he knows, but then again this inventor must be having a lot of that these days. He isn't expecting to see a cute young woman open the door, though, and his first thought is one hoping you aren't just the inventor's wife opening the door for them.

You are not. The moment Ori shyly greets you, asking if it's true what the scribes are saying about an exciting new device, your eyes light up and you usher him in. Inside your home is a bit messy, but the comforting sort of messy where charming china sits out atop tables, game boards at their sides, papers are strewn about with notes and diagrams and drawings Ori wishes he could see better. A potted plant sits in one corner with an unfinished sketch of its likeness on the adjacent shelf. A fire is fighting its best to stay lit behind an elaborately styled metal gate, no doubt to keep it that much further from all the paper. All in all, Ori thinks to himself that this is somewhere he could live. As you begin taking him across the room to a door, you animatedly discuss your many trials and errors before you reveal your masterpiece. A great structure with some sort of metal rod and a bunch of blocks? Printing press, you call it. You had blocks for each letter, the rod pulled down to press the ink down... "Now we can save some time if we need a lot of copies! What do you think?" You stood there with your head expectantly tilted, hands clasped in front of you. "They say Thorin or Bard might like something like this for decrees, but as a fellow scribe do you see a future with this?"

Gaping at your smarts and flushing at the faint flutter of your eyelashes, Ori nods. "This is the most amazing thing I've ever seen, and I fought a dragon." "You...fought a dragon?" It is your turn to gape as you peer at the dwarf with new interest. "Threatened to show him dwarvish iron where the sun don't shine," he replied with a proud smile, arms crossed, "but you know, in the end Mr. Bard got 'im. We all showed him what for, though! This tops that by a long shot, though- how'd you think of this?" Kettle on first, hours of discussion later. Soon it was near nightfall and Ori was apologizing profusely and you were waving it off, asking him for promise of a return with the sketches he mentioned.

A whole new page of sketches gets dedicated to figures with bobs of lovely curls, gorgeous curves that have Ori blushing, smiles upon a round, cheery face and spectacles never fully betraying the eyes' secrets. Whole hours of Ori’s day get dedicated to carving blocks for your press and trying them out with you and feeling his heart flip at the way you take his hands and leap in celebration. He can listen to you talk, whether it’s explaining your invention process or the instructions of the game you’re teaching him or even simply sharing some random animal facts from the latest book you picked up, all day, he thinks. And then one day as he’s leaving you press a kiss to his cheek and that’s it.

Flowers and a new book are thrust into your hand the moment you open the door, Ori standing before you telling you how much he likes you and can’t stop thinking about you and you positively must interrupt him to tell him he’s been like home to you or else he’ll keep going, the poor dear. He wants to take you out that day, walk you around proudly and savor the feeling of your hand in his as he shows you off.

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[spu10d]

“Night on the Galactic Railroad” ichihona

i read the novel and watched the movie recently so random thoughts below

(spoilers for NotGR too!)

OK SO uhm the way i initially delved into this was because i suddenly remembered someone online mention (VERY OFFHANDEDLY). that leo/needs trained set from ‘Live with Memories’ was based off of ‘Night on the Galactic Railroad’.

(^ so this set)

merged with this movie poster (for the film adaption where theyre all cats).

Ramblings…

of course this leads me to read the plot in its wikipedia page and. immediately find ways to apply it to my blorbos. (at this point i wasnt even sure if i remembered the book right/if this was even the right book… and im still unsure but whatever…) (im also bad at Media Literacy).

so i settled on ichihona to be giovanni and campanella. around middle school aged.

but at first, i had it in my mind that ichika -> campanella, and honami -> giovanni.

mostly because campanella drowned rushing in to save zaneli after he fell in the river, something i just felt was very Young Ichika… the impulsiveness, no hesitance to help another…

and that Young Ichika is someone honami wanted to be like. so giovanni being like Scorpio, wishing for a chance to spread happiness for the sake of others (like ichika)…

but i think ‘ichika being campanella and honami being giovanni’ didnt fit as well because giovanni was the one seen to be alone, while campanella was surrounded by friends and did nothing when they teased giovanni.

so once i swapped them around (ichika being giovanni, honami being campanella), i started having more ideas and… interpretations??

ok first off. campanella is likened to scorpio, wanting to (and unlike scorpio, somewhat achieving) ‘save others’ and ‘spreading happiness’. which i think tied nicely to what honami does in middle school, trying to be there for everyone, be an ear to talk/vent to and generally trying to help others.

ALSO GUESS WHOS A SCORPIO (honami)

meanwhile while giovanni and campanella are friends, campanella doesnt really do anything while hes teased by his classmates, just looking back with sympathy. something about how honami sort of… ‘chose’ (ok, was sort of ‘bullied/threatened’ into choosing) her classmates over ichika.

also i like the scene at the very end of the book, where giovanni stands on the riverbank after hearing the news of campanella’s disappearance/death. he looks to the distance while everyone wonders where campanella went, thinking “i know where he went. he went to the edge of the universe. i know, because we went there together.”

im just thinking that while (giovanni/ichika) thinks that, the galaxy can be seen, yes, but also the moon (its like… ~7pm? around the end of summer so its plausible the moon could be low enough to just be seen over the river), with like, honami (in that sorta transparent where theyre not actually there thing), back turned. yknow, since ‘mochizuki’ has the character for moon.

ALSO THE HORRIBLE SAD IRONY OF CAMPANELLA DROWNING, AND HONAMI’S SPECIALTY BEING SWIMMING…

the whole ‘praying like scorpio to serve others in the next life’ thing is. uoorhg. i feel like something can be said about how honami was always helping others, but no one really knew how it was… like? to be like honami, with her selfishness and fear of being bullied, cast out, left behind… etc…

the wikipedia pointed out that a sort of ‘focus’ in the story was about “giving your life in service for others” and uoroogh. are you getting me… (it can work both ways i think, honami and ichika).

also campanella mentioned liking apples once (1 time) and of course like the loser i am i locked in like HONAMI! hes also knowledgable about flowers which is also partially why i initially saw him as ichika

also with giovanni, how hes left alone in the end.

(which while it fits ichika, now im thinking of a scenario where its saki as giovanni… i dont think itll work out as well as ichika though)

i might add more to these ramblings… these are just my initial word dumps.

[sea-of-dandelions]

Hiiii hello I saw your tags I'm climbing in here to ask about daisuke and okame ^^

i hold you. my most reliable mewtual. oblig spoilers for the entire series

Daisuke and Okame are two of the five main characters of the book trilogy Shadow of the Fox (written by Julie Kagawa, published 2019-2020)

Okay a little backstory on the plot itself. It's set in a fantasy version of Japan, Iwagoto, and heavily influenced by Japanese mythology. It follows a half-kitsune, Yumeko, and a demonslayer, Kage Tatsumi (and their group of friends that they pick up along the way. Mentioning Reika here. She's the head miko at this one really important shrine I can't remember the name of).

Essentially, there's this scroll that can summon a dragon and make a wish to alter reality every 1000 years or so. And after last time, it's been split up into three(?) pieces, to avoid. like. the possibility of someone being able to make said wish in 1000 years. Tatsumi has been sent by clan (the Kage/Shadow Clan, samurai iirc) to retrieve the pieces, and allies himself with Yumeko, who also wants to protect the pieces.

this is literally the best photo I can find of the map online. i cannot find a good photo of the english map. have fun.

Now. Taiyo Daisuke is a noble of the Sun Clan. Related to the Emperor of Iwagoto. An excellent swordsman. Refined, courteous, cultivated, etc etc etc, but disagrees with nobility's prejudices and way of life. And like. Tartaglia levels of bloodthirst here. iirc he went around Iwagoto as Oni no Mikoto and challenging people to duels for shits and giggles. One of the reasons he joins the group is specifically to fight Tatsumi. Has kinda a "neither of us can die until I get to duel you" relationship w him.

Hino Okame is a ronin. Snarky, sarcastic, annoying, loyal to a fault. Archer, gambler, alcoholic. I think some of his backstory was revealed in book 3 but that was the first book i read and it's been about two years since i've read it. I remember he has an older brother he feels very guilty towards. VERY important though, mentioning he refers to himself as an 'honourless ronin dog' several times throughout the series.

Initially, there's a lot of tension going on between the two. I mean. Nobility and ronin. See the above two paragraphs, their personalities conflict in several ways. It's mentioned several times that Wow nobles are dicks to everyone else. so like. what do you expect. Initially, Okame calls Daisuke by his last name (Taiyo). Eventually we see that Daisuke is Not Like Other Girls Nobles, and treats commoners as equals, even Okame.

HOWEVER there's a scene (in book 2, iirc) where the group is travelling to the Steel Feather temple (somewhere in the mountain range). The Confession Scene. Middle of the night. Daisuke and Okame are talking underneath a tree.

It's pretty blatantly stated that they're star-crossed. With like. The whole social status difference and everything. Okame (and likely several other people) would get killed if someone were to find out the Taiyo nobleman was kissing a ronin. being considered less than human and all. yk how it goes.

But they still kiss. Under the moonlight. Tada.

Unfortunately, since this is third person limited with a POV swap between Yumeko and Tatsumi (and Suki in the third book, who is, for all intents and purposes of this post, irrelevant) and you're just Aware that this private scene is being watched by Yumeko (foxed, thank god, but still).

BUT from this point on, Okame calls Daisuke by his first name. And idk when exactly this starts, but Okame starts referring to Daisuke as a peacock, and to himself as a dog. I think it might've came up in the confession scene

As I mentioned earlier, Daisuke is, well, Daisuke. In addition to wanting to fight Tatsumi, his preferred manner of death is to "die a glorious death in battle". Noting here that while Okame being as brash as he is, gets scared shitless and is very vocal about it.

etc etc their relationship progresses over the course of the series, beta couple to Yumeko and Tatsumi.

Nearing towards the climax of the story, they're going up a mountain (pointing to the map. territorio clan de la luna. moon clan territory.) and they're trying to stop the bbeg from summoning the dragon. They get ambushed halfway, Okame is incapacitated, Daisuke stays behind to fight the oni while Yumeko and Tatsumi continue forward.

Briefly. before i recount this entire chapter. Okame gets fatally wounded, Daisuke ends up having to stab himself to defeat the oni. They bleed out in each other's arms. Fully 1000% cuddling soaked in (mostly) their own blood. And depart to Meido together. And later say their goodbyes to Yumeko together. Daisuke gets his wish to die a glorious death and Okame keeps his promise to stay loyal to Daisuke.

And most importantly, by the end of book 3, Okame's petname for Daisuke was 'peacock'.

[xninetiestrendx]

I was tagged in a couple different get to know me doo-dads. Do y’all really want to know things about me? Oh well too late to change your mind

first tagged by @gardenerian and @heymrspatel 🧡

1. are you named after anyone? does a tv show doctor with different spelling count? my dad picked my middle name from an old schoolmate 😅

2. when was the last time you cried? last night

3. do you have kids? nope, my nephews are all i need

4. do you use sarcasm a lot? yes, we love a dry sarcasm in this house

5. what’s the first thing you notice about people? I get nervous trying to focus on one part of a person for too long idk

6. what’s your eye color? blue; but also sometimes kinda green? it depends on the day I guess

7. scary movie or happy ending? happy ending all the way. make me warm and fuzzy and weepy from joy

8. any special talents? no i am extraordinarily untalented

9. where were you born? the woodlands, tx. or to be less specific houston.

10. what are your hobbies? reading, diamond painting, video games, sleeping 😴

11. do you have any pets? my most beautiful doggie Cleo

12. what sports do you play/have you played? a little basketball in elementary school, a little tennis in middle school, and a little soccer in high school.

13. how tall are you? 5’3, I’m a small gal

14. favorite subject in school? art and history

15. dream job? pay me to silently wander through gardens and museums and antique stores. and old libraries.

And more I was tagged by @creepkinginc @sleepyfacetoughguy @mmmichyyy and @energievie 💕

relationship status: single/aspiring cat lady

favorite color: purple but I’m also having a strong love for dark green lately

three favorite foods: pizza, pasta, potatoes

top 3 tv shows: Brooklyn Nine Nine, Boy Meets World, One Tree Hill

top 3 characters: jake peralta, brooke davis, nick miller

what I’m currently reading: finally got A Marvellous Light, months after I missed it in book club

song stuck in my head: snoop dogg’s affirmation song

last movie watched: I think Moana a few weeks ago with my nephews

last thing I googled: ‘is there much math in project management’ trying to think of what courses to do next but me and math have never been friends

last song I listed to: simply the best by billianne

dream trip: Spain

time: 2:35 pm

anything I really want right now: this really big and beautiful garden diamond painting kit online

I’m late I’m late I’m late so no tags but I’m sending you all the love in the world and wishing you a beautiful rest of your week 🫶💛✨

[transvampireboyfriend]

Aliens, banshee, enchant, fantasy, Gothic, and macabre for the ask game!!

👻🎃🧟‍♂️Spooky Szn Asks🧟‍♂️🎃👻

Aliens - Do you believe in extraterrestrial life?

of COURSE i do 🛸 but i think it's probably something no human has ever thought of

Banshee - Have you ever had a paranormal encounter? If so, do tell!

not really? there was this one time as a kid, i was refusing to go to bed or something and i heard a whisper in my ear and that scared the living daylights outta me. My mom of course, said it was bc i was being naughty and adult me still has no fucking idea what that was, i wanna say it was just like when ur ear pops even though i remember it sounded like talking, but y'know, um, i don't think i wanna know.

Enchant - Do you believe in magic?

comes and goes? or, more like, okay, my culture is a VERY superstitious one and 'witches' are 100% a part of our rural communities in one way or another. the thing is tho, i don't believe you can just chant something and get a specific result, but i do believe there is SOMETHING that comes out of it when the right person says it with the right vibe or whatever. Like i don't think the words in the cursed spell books hold any power but i still know i will NEVER touch one of those.

Fantasy -  What’s your favorite mythical character?

I think I had mentioned La Mona already, so this time I'll say El Cadejo. i LOVE stories of this one, both documented last century and contemporary bc they're very illustrative of the anxieties and systems of oppresion different latine people experience at different times, one day you'll hear it was a drunk husband that saw it, the next, a kid out past curfew and it gets really interesting when it comes from your friends or their families. It's also interesting how the dog changes for each person and also i just love the idea of finding a huge dog with red glowing eyes in the middle of the night.

Gothic - Who’s your favorite macabre figure from history?

Elizabeth Báthory, you know i'm a slut for vampires and the story that gets repeated as her life is so interesting and has so much potential. But mostly, i could drive myself crazy just thinking of what the fuck actually happened and how much of the myth got to her while she was still alive, you know, in the same way that Marie hears about the "let them eat cake" thing in the movie by Sofia Coppola. Like what was her life ACTUALLY like and was it just political stuff that drove the people to come up with the accusations or was she noticeably different? did she have certain behaviors that inspired some if not all of that?

Macabre - What’s your favorite part of spooky season?

Endless horror media recs EVERYWHERE! i wish we had that all year <3 it's mostly an online season for me since my country doesn't have Halloween, but if we had it like in the US i'd LOVE going to haunted houses or corn mazes

[quiet-girl-short-stories]

Long Distance

A/N: I have a love hate relationship with this one, so if you wanna skip it, feel free to lol.

Word Count: too long for something this basic

"I hate this fucking room!" Cassie yelled in her apartment as she rested her head on her desk, the screen in front of her was worse, but this was her livelihood after all.

She groaned as she had only been a few sentences from finishing her short story. Ankara's deadlines were looming over her, but if she could just finish this one, she'd be set until she could finish a bigger piece.

Even knowing that, she wasn't finishing this tonight and simply just wanted to sleep, her phone had other plans however.

For the entire day it hadn't gone off but now, in the dead of night, it decided to be functional. Almost lile someone knew she was busy and decided to bother her the second she stopped working.

She checked it without a second thought and saw that her friend, StickySweetBun, had texted her. She knew his real name, but that was much funnier to her.

Despite how funny it may have been, she didn't want to read his message. She honestly wished she hadn't even seen it, because now she would have to respond to him... or at the very least she would feel compelled to respond.

She groaned and thought about how nice her bed would feel, but then again the thought of getting to be held by whoever this was that she was talking to was much more enticing... or at the very least had managed to guilt her into responding. Within seconds of texting him back, he already sent something.

StickySweetBun: You really shouldn't be up rn

"Yeah no shit," she said aloud.

StickySweetBun: But, since you are, I'll only keep you for a bit. I'm really glad you understand how important this is.

NintyAnn: Of course, you help me so of course I'll help you!

StickySweetBun: Thanks! Also, things have really gotten hectic over here, but I'll have some really special news for you really soon 😉

NintyAnn: Or you could just tell me now.

StickySweetBun: Nah, it'll be much better if you have to wait for it 😎

NintyAnn: I guess you know best then

StickySweetBun: Not better than you

Cassie huffed. "But you are insinuating that by not listening to me though."

Cassie got up thinking maybe that was it, but then right as she was about to get into bed she thought about something. It was a struggle, but she picked her phone back up and began to type.

NintyAnn: Oh, I almost forgot. I might not be able to respond to your texts, my parents want me to visit them. My nephew is having his third birthday and his mom really wants all of us to be there.

"Really she just cares entirely too much about shit that doesn't matter and she wants everyone including me, a bitch who could care less if even she dies, to be there." Cassie then got into bed and held her pillow as she thought about having a secure boyfriend who could hold her how she wanted. Man was that a dream.

StickySweetBun: That sounds boring af, but at the same time I know it must really mean a lot to the parents that you're gonna be there, especially for your brother who loves seeing you lol. Though, I know this'll sound kind of strange, but where are you going?

Cassie didn't see any harm in him knowing. Yeah they had been online friends since they were in middle school, but neither one of them had told the other exactly where they live. Safety first.

So she figured even if he knew the place, he wasn't going to find her, plus she didn't live there. She wrote where she was going and after it sent there was a long pause before he finally responded.

StickySweetBun: No way... well hopefully you're not some kind of killer, because I live there too.

NintyAnn: That's... more than coincidence.

StickySweetBun: It must be fate! We should meet up, it'll be during the day in like a mall or something.

Cassie honestly didn't mind this, she'd be catching two birds with one cage if she did this and... getting to see what he looked like was something she needed to do.

NintyAnn: Alright, I think that's a good idea too! When I land there I'll text you and I guess we'll meet up?

StickySweetBun: Yeah, now I'm all anxious 😅 but I'm really really glad we're getting to meet!

NintyAnn: Me too 🤗

Cassie wound up talking to him for about another hour until she couldn't stand to be awake anymore and had to sleep. Though now she felt a bit giddy and felt like sleep would never come.

Cassie got to sleep on the plane and once they landed, she set off to go and meet Amai!

That statement couldn't have been more accurate as she barely got any sleep that night and instead wound up finishing up her story. She wanted to die, but the plane ride was the next morning and there was nothing she could do about being late.

Her mother was with her, however, she didn't know about her meeting up with this guy, Cassie planned ahead of time to lie to her and say that she was just going to look around the town and 'take in all the things she's missed' as if.

The place he picked was crowded as he said, Cassie was familiar with this mall from when she used to live here, but crowded places still weren't for her. She wound up just sitting and staring at her phone for a good thirty minutes until someone came and walked in front of her. She looked up and felt extraordinarily nervous now.

She looked at his shirt and felt herself becoming even more nervous. That's why he approached her.

Whoever this was looked like someone who just jumped out of an anime... no who was crafted by the Gods... no someone who was beyond the textbook definition of perfect!

In a nutshell, this guy was Cassie's type.

"S-sorry, I really didn't know what else to do." She admitted.

"Cassie?" Slowly she nodded. "You know, I figured it was you, but I wasn't sure and I couldn't see your shirt." He sounded pretty much like she didn't expect, and on top of all of that he was tall too?

What are the odds?

"Well, it's a good thing I saw you, I was just about to leave but... wow."

"What?"

"Oh, nothing you're just a lot... shorter than I expected."

Cassie didn't know what to say. "Uh,"

"I don't mean that in a bad way!" Amai tried to back peddle. "It's actually kind of cute." Damn it, don't call me that! "Oh wait I shouldn't say that, because you aren't right?" She gave him an awkward giggle. "But one thing that's true is that you really don't talk too much, I don't mind though. I know I gotta work to make you comfortable from the ground up. Let's talk somewhere else then."

Cassie went with Amai and learned pretty much everything she knew about him all over again, a part of her did want to stop and tell him this, but if she didn't say that stuff when she was texting him why would it be any different now?

Though the day was ending and Cassie had to get back to the hotel her and her mother were staying in. Amai walked with her and kept talking even past that point.

"You know, I really didn't think our online conversations would be pretty much the same as the real life ones."

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"Well, you sounded like you'd be more willing to shut me up if I said anything stupid, but you're really nice and just let me go on and on."

"You're not talking that much," she began, "Besides, I really like to listen more than anything."

"Yeah, but I like listening to you too. You're so interesting! Even in person. You know most people don't live up to their online selves, but you do in so many ways."

He stopped and faced her. "Alright, I really don't want to leave, this is the most fun I've had in this town in a long time." Amai explained with a soft chuckle.

She wanted to ask what he meant by that, but she kept it to herself and just thanked him before seeing that they were getting close to the hotel.

"Honestly, same." They shared in a laugh together. "But are you gonna be alright getting home?"

"Oh yeah, I'll just call an Uber or something," he said.

"Well, be careful either way."

He chuckled. "I know, stuff like that is scary for guys too, but I think I can handle someone if they try anything." Not think, you CAN with the body I see. "But either way, if you're leaving soon, I guess we'll just go back to texting huh?"

"Yeah... but we'll get to be close friends who meet up everyday soon!" I mean, maybe not everyday since that sounds like a headache.

Amai smiled at her. "Yeah... that sounds really perfect, but, you sleep alright okay?"

She returned the smile. "I'll try, but you know me."

Amai laughed before he took out his phone once more. Once he did, Cassie made a mad dash to get to the hotel and inside of the lobby she caught her breath. She didn't care that the man behind the desk was staring at her, she calmed down and stood up.

"You try hanging out with someone who looks like they could be a God all day." She mumbled under her breath.

He gave her a look, but said nothing as she went up to go to her room.

...

"Cassie?" Her mother spoke. "You've looked so sad since we had to leave, what's wrong?"

A few days went by and the birthday party was finally over with. Cassie and her mother were going back home and Cassie couldn't believe she wasn't taking someone back home with her. She sighed nearly the entire time once they were going back.

Though she did enjoy her time with Amai in person, she found herself thinking about all the hassle she has back there, maybe having one less person wouldn't be so bad.

"It's nothing. I just really like to go places and I always get like this when we gotta go back to normal." Cassie knew her mother didn't believe that bold face lie, but they were on a plane, what was she gonna do?

Cassie looked out the window and thought about nothing for a bit until she heard a voice speaking to her mother. Cassie's head nearly snapped off her neck as she turned to look and there she saw Amai! When their eyes met, Amai spoke to her.

"Surprise!" What? "I saw you in the airport and I was gonna ask where you were headed, but then you boarded the same plane I was!"

Cassie just stared at him, but she managed one thing: "Why?"

"Oh, I was keeping it from you since I know you're into boy bands and stuff, but I've been training to be an idol and officially I'm debuting this year! So now, we can start this friendship off right!"

Cassie felt like he was lying, but by the look on his face she could tell he wasn't. She didn't know what to do now; her face smiled, but her brain stopped working all together.

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net benefits | itadori yuuji x f!reader

warnings: 18+, f!reader, dubcon voyeurism, mutual masturbation, unprotected sex, drinking

w/c: 8.1k (actually on crack)

a/n: this is officially my longest work (wack) as well as my piece for @undersero‘s trope trove collab! the trope i started with was fake dating, but (inevitably) i also weaved in mutual pining and idiots in love and of course the trusty there’s-only-one-bed. i loved writing this and i hope you love reading it!

fake dating has its perks. 

nobara no longer nags you to go to her wild girls nights that end up with her making out with some hot stranger and you awkwardly trying to pry her off of them. men on the street stop hitting on you when they see the hand wrapped in yours. your parents phase out of signing you up for online dating accounts, forcing you to sift through an endless stream of emails from people that swear that they're 'the one'. on your end, there's only net benefits. 

the same goes for itadori. he doesn't have to pester fushiguro to try out new restaurants—he can just drag you along instead. gojou-sensei doesn't try and set him up with the girls that give him their numbers. and he's really looking forward to that valentine's day discount that his favorite bakery has for couples. 

so yeah. net benefits for everyone.

but, by far, the best part of fake dating is getting first dibs on room choice during your friend group's annual summer vacation. 

it started when you all were eighteen and fresh out of high school, desperate to use your newfound freedom for something fun, and most importantly, far from home. the couple rule came about during the second vacation, when everyone chose rooms next to each other. nobara brought her girlfriend at the time and, well, no one really got much sleep for that weekend.

the consensus was simple: never again. 

now, if you decide to bring someone you're romantically involved with on the trip, you book your room first. and then everyone else books their rooms on the opposite side of the hotel, wishing the best to the unsuspecting families of four and solo travelers that are unlucky enough to sleep near you. 

it's a strict rule. it doesn't matter if you swear you'll be quiet or if you promise not to... bone. if you're a couple, everyone is turning in the other direction.

and so, four years later, nobara's wrapped up in picking a room at this fancy, beachside hotel for you and itadori. it's mostly out of spite that you tell her to pick a suite, embellished with a large lounge area, a jacuzzi in the spacious bathroom, and walk-out balcony that's overlooking the ocean, forcing everyone else to settle for booking the smaller, albeit cheaper, rooms that are farther from the shore. 

it's going to be a fun weekend. before you were dating, well, fake dating, you and itadori were friends that shared the same sense of humor and same hedonistic demeanor. and you'd been crushing on him for ages, but that's not the point. you can ignore the close proximity and the way your feelings are slowly but surely eating you alive for a couple days, right?

you wish you could say you were positive that you could handle it.

one thing's for sure, though: with this awesome room to come back to every night, well, it's definitely going to be a fun weekend. 

itadori whistles as you push open the double doors to the room, lugging his suitcase behind him. 

"this is... really nice."

you're speechless, met with what you think heaven is: floor-to-ceiling windows present the entire landscape of the beach, letting the room almost glow with natural light. there's a white couch in front of a gigantic television, and in between the two is an intricate coffee table. it's what's on the table, though, that catches your eye. 

a large basket filled with what you assume to be goodies and snacks is smack-dab in the middle. curious, you plop down onto the couch to examine it, as itadori shuffles in behind you.

"'welcome to the honeymoon suite,'" you read from the card sticking out from the top, placing it on the side. you do a double-take. "wait, what?"

"uh," you hear itadori's muffled voice from another room, presumably the bedroom. "are you sure this is right room?"

you huff, getting to your feet and following the sound of his voice. you walk through a doorway to find him staring down at a very large and very comfortable-looking bed covered in... rose petals?

you barely stifle a chuckle, covering your mouth. itadori glances at you, pink dusting his cheeks, a similarly amused expression on his face. 

"this has got to be a mistake," you snort. 

he wiggles his eyebrows. "unless you were trying to subtly tell me something, which, if you were, is definitely working."

you roll your eyes, trying to ignore the way your face warms. moving around the room, you crouch and study the nighstand. pulling open the drawer, you come face-to-face with a very hefty box of condoms with cheeky note saying 'use protection ;)' attached to it. 

itadori jumps as you slam the drawer shut. 

"you good?"

"oh yeah," you say through a strained smile. "this day just keeps getting better and better."

after an hour of excruciatingly awkward packing—awkward because you know that itadori definitely saw the condoms and just decided not to say anything—you decide to meet your friends. 

nobara has a wicked expression on her face as you approach her, and you get the inkling that maybe your room placement wasn't actually a mistake. 

"nobara," you hiss, noting how her smile seems to grow wider as you look out of the corner of your eye to make sure itadori isn't near, "what exactly did you do?"

"walk with me," she tells you, pointedly refusing to answer your question. you consider staying put until she gives you an explanation, but she wraps an arm around your shoulder and forces you to move with her. 

"you know," she says after a moment. "fushiguro told me something interesting."

"oh," you say, rapidly losing your patience. "and what was that?"

"that you and itadori aren't actually dating."

you still, your blood turning to ice. there's no way he'd tell fushiguro... right?

as if she can read your thoughts, nobara laughs. "itadori didn't tell him," she snickers. "you guys are just too stupid and too easy to figure out."

"does he know that you know?"

nobara makes an ugly noise that sounds like it was meant to be a laugh. "as if! itadori's even more of an airhead than you are."

you ignore the dig, trying to uncover the motivation behind this... this scheme.

"so you made our reservation... that room.... as revenge?"

her brown eyes glint in the sunlight. "now, would your dearest friend do such a thing for petty revenge?"

you don't even let a beat pass before responding with a clipped "yes, that's exactly what i think you'd do."

she scoffs, playing with a strand of her hair. "i'm trying to help you! you've been pining over itadori for forever!"

"shut—" whipping your head around, you see itadori talking animatedly to fushiguro, who has a bored expression on his face. he silently mouthes to you 'save me' and you stick your tongue out. he deserves to get his ear talked off, especially after ratting you out. turning back, satisfied that itadori's out of earshot, you continue. "—up."

"i'm right, though!"

"that doesn't mean you have to do something about it," you mutter. "i'll tell him eventually."

she turns to you with a cocked eyebrow. "when?"

"someday," you say sheepishly, nudging the ground with your foot. "maybe in the next decade."

"see? this is why i'm giving you a boost."

"by booking the honeymoon suite for us? could you be any more obvious?"

"trust me, i could write 'you both like each other' on my forehead, and neither of you would get the hint."

"hey!" you lightly punch her in the arm, before realizing what she just said. "wait, what do you mean us 'both'—"

she's already scurrying away towards your friends, waving a hand and rushing you over. you groan, dragging a hand down your face.

it's going to be a fun weekend, you remind yourself. even though my boyfriend is fake and my friends are plotting against me. it's definitely going to be a fun weekend. 

if the first issue with the honeymoon suite was that, well, it's for honeymooners and therefore designed with a sexual subtext, the second is the lack of a second bed.

it's a dilemma that doesn't come to you until long after the first day is done, and everyone's heading back to their rooms slightly tipsy and extremely exhausted. it didn't occur to you back when you were packing because you were a bit too bewildered from seeing the condoms, and you assume that the same thing happened to itadori, because he didn't mention anything either. so as you say goodnight to your friends and ignore the wagging fingers, jokes of 'don't disturb the people around you', and nobara's knowing smile, you stop dead in your tracks. 

itadori cocks his head in question, lazily rubbing at his tired eyes in a way that's so unfairly cute. 

you groan softly. "there's only one bed."

his eyes widen in realization as you fumble for the key, the door unlocking with a beep. the two of you enter the room, gentle tendrils of moonlight reflecting off of the water and through the windows. even at night it looks beautiful.

"i can take the couch."

you look at him in a way that says 'you can't be serious'. "that couch is as stiff as cardboard. you're not sleeping on it."

"well, then neither are you," he retorts.

"fine."

it'll be okay, you try to convince yourself as you head into the bathroom first after itadori's insistence, pajamas in hand. we're two adults. we can share a bed without it being weird.

you enter the bathroom and see just how... expansive it is. there's not a lot of walls, or privacy for that matter, but it makes sense since the whole layout was designed for a couple that probably doesn't want that much distance between them anyway. you are surprised, though, to see two different shower stalls separated by a wall. peeking your head into the stall closest to you, you see that the wall is, in fact, a full length mirror, the reflective surface stretching to the ceiling and spreading until it hits the back wall. you admire yourself for a few moments before realizing that you can both shower at once.

it's been a long day. he probably wants to wash up as soon as he can and sleep, you reason. and we might as well take advantage of this huge-ass bathroom.

"yo, itadori!"

you hear the shuffle of clothing and the push of a door as he comes into the bathroom.

"yeah?"

"there's two showers," you say, nodding towards them. "we can shower at once and then pass the fuck out."

he sidesteps you, seeing that there's a mirror between the two showers.

"gotcha," he replies, a little breathless. "i'll go... grab my clothes then."

"and i'll be," you jerk your thumb towards the stall, "...in there." you finish awkwardly.

god, why am i such a wreck?

the tips of itadori's ears burn red as he remembers what exactly you'll be doing... in there. rubbing soap along your body, maybe cupping your tits, letting your hands trace down those thighs of yours...

he blinks and you're already heading into the stall, the frosted glass door closing behind you.

god, get your shit together, he pleads to himself. don't fuck things up.

within a few minutes, itadori's gathered his clothes on one of the very conveniently-placed counters and opening the door to his stall. he takes a second to steady his breathing, feeling the cloudy steam from your side circulate through his lungs, while trying his absolute best to not to think about you. in the shower next to him.

naked.

he groans, smacking his forehead. worst case scenario, he can just take a very, very cold shower. or he can take care of his soon-to-be problem in the shower. one of the two. both options are fine.

stepping into the shower, he examines his surroundings. it's not any more than he expected, and as he rotates in place, seeing one wall of tile, another wall of tile, and yet another wall of tile, he thinks that this isn't too bad of a place to jerk off. worst case scenario, of course.

and then he turns to the fourth wall, and his eyes nearly bulge out of his head.

because while your side has a mirror, his doesn't. it's just glass.

it's just glass and he can fucking see you on the other side.

he quickly averts his eyes, turning around and trying to pretend that your bare figure isn't seared into his brain and that his dick isn't hardening against his thigh.

it's a fucking two-way mirror.

he simultaneously wants to worship and curse whoever designed this room because what the fuck. and as much as he'd theoretically enjoy the view, which he shouldn't because it's not like you knew that it wasn't an actual mirror, it's also a reminder of everything he can't have: you, right there in front of him, stripped and lathering iridescent bubbles all across your skin, compelling him to watch like some kind of pervert.

god, you're killing him. he wants you so bad.

and it's at that moment, when his back is turned towards you, that the flowery scent of the body wash and the sight of sweat dripping down itadori's abs and the fucking aura of sex in the entire hotel room gets to you, and your hand trails lower and lower down your abdomen until it's brushing against your clit. the arousal hits you like a truck, and before you can stop yourself, your mind is flashing with all kinds of erotic scenarios of itadori bouncing you on his cock, him stuffing his face into your cunt, him pounding you mercilessly from the back.

if you squint, you swear you can imagine him watching you from the other side of the mirror, a lazy hand stroking up and down his cock, an toothy smile on his face. it's enough to make you let out a little noise of want, but you immediately stifle it with a hand clamped over your mouth.

was i too loud?

for a moment, there's nothing you can hear but the insistent white noise of running water, so you believe that you're in the clear. 

on the other side of the mirror, itadori's jaw is clenched, a vein popping in his forehead. you have the nerve, the audacity, to be so close yet so fucking far. it's as if you know the effect you have on him, the way all the blood is rushing from his head to somewhere... less decent.

it takes everything in him not to groan at the sound of you moaning—it's faint, almost washed away by the rush of water, but he hears it all the same. 

against every moral he has, his head snaps to look at you, hand immediately coming to wrap around his cock at the sight: you, leaning against the far wall, legs slightly spread and fingers teasing your entrance, head thrown back and wet hair plastered along the sides of your face.

this is so fucking unfair, he thinks to himself, the grip of his hand moving against his will to stroke up and down. you're so fucking unfair.

you get a little bolder, the lust clouding your mind and muffling the alarm bells that are telling you not to masturbate when your crush is mere feet away. your finger brushes against your clit and you shudder, the first suggestion of relief striking like electricity through your veins. you indulge in it like you can't get enough, fingers trailing lower to dip into your entrance, and you don't stop until you're three knuckles deep and your palm slaps against your clit.

"oh, god," you say breathily, head thumping against the cold tile of the wall behind you. "fuck, i—"

itadori's movements get more frantic, his hand meeting his base of his chest so harshly that it's a wonder you can't hear the slap! of skin on skin. the heat in his veins is searing—he feels like he'll burn up if he doesn't get this debauched energy out of his body. and you're right there, droplets of water condensing on your eyelashes, rivulets of it tracing paths down your body that he wants to follow with his hands, with his tongue...

"fuck," he hisses under his breath. "fuck, fuck, fuck."

your thighs clench around your wrist, the fat squishing and making everything feel so much better, and you let out a choked whimper.

"want you so bad," you whisper to your daydreams, imagining that the puffs of warm air against your flesh are phantom touches of itadori. "yuuji, i–i just—"

itadori's abs clench as he rolls his hips into his fist, thrusting into it, wishing it was your greedy pussy sucking him back in every time he goes to pull out.

"fuck, 'm gonna cum. ah, fuck—"

you fingers curl and hit that spongy spot inside you and you keen, knees going weak as your hand scrambles to stabilize yourself against the wall. you reach your peak, mind going blank as you cum hard.

"yuuji!"

his eyes snap open because he swears that that's my fucking name, she just moaned something that sounded like my fucking name—and truthfully, he couldn’t care less if it really was his name or not, it’s enough for him to indulge himself—and then he spills into his hand, sinking his teeth into his fist to stop himself from giving himself away.

the feeling of your orgasm hits you so hard that everything fades to black behind your eyelids—you're not even grounded enough to hear the strangled groan that comes from the other side of the mirror.

the two of you gasp for breath, backs resting uncomfortably against the chilling cold of your respective showers. your head reels as you realize what the fuck you just did and how fucking stupid it just was. it did feel good to get off to all your filthy little daydreams, though. the sexual tension has been frustrating.

and itadori feels the same way, staring down at the shower drain in shame and... dissatisfaction. now that he's gotten a chance to see you, he just wants to feel you.

fuck, he wants it so bad that it’s consuming him.

you turn off the water first, grabbing a towel and wiping yourself clean before quickly stepping out and wearing your pajamas. you slink out of the bathroom, heart pounding, and slide under the bedsheets. itadori follows soon after, and you try not to make it apparent that you just masturbated to the thought of him. 

so naturally, you're trying to devour him with your eyes, wishing that you had x-ray vision and could see what was underneath those plaid pants and gray t-shirt of his. 

he sneaks in bed beside you, putting so much distance between you that he's almost hanging off of the mattress. 

"itadori," you snort. "it's okay. you don't have to be so far."

he flushes. "i just don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"it's fine. it's not like... anything is gonna happen," you stammer. nothing will happen, but god, you wish it would.

"right."

he shifts onto his side, an arm tucked under his head. you lay on your back, looking up at the ceiling, trying your best to ignore how his eyes are boring holes into your face. you glance over and he quickly averts his eyes, failing to play off the fact that he was staring. you reach over to turn off the lights, smiling freely in the dark.

"goodnight," you murmur sleepily, body sinking into the sheets.

itadori waits until your breathing evens next to him, wishing he could memorize the delicate way the moonlight traces your features. once he's sure you're asleep, he leans over just the slightest, gently pressing his lips against your forehead. you stir lightly, smiling in your dream.

"goodnight."

“how do you have the energy for this?” you grumble as nobara insistently pulls you along behind her. “i’m pooped.”

“we’re already more than halfway through this vacation! i gotta make sure that we make every minute count and,” she looks pointedly back at you and fushiguro over your shoulder, “that our resident lazy bums get off their asses and enjoy for once!”

“this lazy bum is tired and she wants to go home,” you groan.

“the other lazy bum concurs,” fushiguro deadpans.

“aw, come on guys!” itadori breezes past you, saddling up to the back of the line. “it’ll be fun! besides, we haven’t gone dancing in ages.”

your eyes rake up his frame, catching on the top of his loose shirt with a couple of buttons undone exposing just enough tanned skin to leave your mouth watering. you meet his eyes and quickly look away.

“i guess so,” you mumble, feeling awfully warm despite the cool temperature. “the last time we went was really fun.”

itadori smiles in triumph, before looking down to search for his id in his wallet. nobara takes his moment of distraction as a chance to whisper in your ear.

“you’re so whipped,” she giggles.

you nudge her in the side. “shut up.”

the place that nobara found was nice, a little hole-in-the-wall place recommended by a local, but bustling nonetheless. fairy lights are strung across the roof, making the ambiance glow with excitement. the bassy beat of the music from inside mixes in with the crash of the waves mere feet away, and you can’t help but tap your feet.

it has been ages since you’ve danced. even if you don’t want to admit it, you’ve been itching to let loose.

the bouncer spares your group a glance before examining your ids, and you’re whisked inside. if waiting in line was exhilarating, it’s nothing like actually stepping foot in the place. light bounces along the walls, painting them in splashes of color. there’s a paneled dancefloor in the middle framed by various tables and a bar where other patrons are mingling and sipping drinks. as vibrant as it seems, it’s cozy, and your frazzled nerves give way to a tingling anticipation.

nobara drags you over to one side of the room to grab a table, while the boys end up hovering by the bar to order some drinks. you try to search for itadori, but he’s already lost somewhere in the crowd.

within a few minutes, nobara’s got you swaying to some song on the dancefloor, the first drops of the drink you had sizzling in your veins and making your body burn with energy. you can’t help but let your hips move side to side and your hands teasingly roam your body, the addictiveness of the song guiding your limbs.

you’d always felt at least a little uncomfortable in social situations such as these, but tonight, everything just feels so right. the buzz has shaved off all of your inhibitions, and you feel like you could do anything.

you feel like you could tell him.

the thought strikes you like lightning, and before you can consider it for too long, nobara’s lacing your fingers with hers and twirling you around, making you giggle.

"aren't you gonna dance?"

itadori snaps out of his trance, dragging his gaze from where you're doing some kind of tango with nobara, the lights on the ceiling illuminating your smiling face, to an unimpressed fushiguro. 

he considers laughing, because frankly that's his go-to reaction when he's caught not paying attention to something that someone has said to him, but he takes too long, mouth moving but not forming words as he looks blankly at his friend, and the moment is gone. if he laughed now, it would just be weird. so, he chooses the next most eloquent thing to do.

"huh?"

"with your girlfriend," fushiguro elaborates, figuring that itadori's just being an airhead. "aren't you gonna dance with her?"

itadori squints at him, suddenly feeling like he's the butt of a joke.

"my..." girlfriend? since when has he had a… "oh!" his focus shoots back to you. "yeah. my girlfriend."

fushiguro's eyebrow twitches, the way it always does when he starts getting irritated. he silently wonders how you and itadori expected to convince anyone with this relationship of yours when you barely remember it exists yourselves.

"yeah," he says curtly, quickly losing his patience. being a wingman is harder than he thought. "aren't you gonna go dance with her?"

"oh. yeah."

itadori gets to his feet, pausing for just a second while trying to ignore fushiguro's eyes burning holes into him as he wipes his palms on his shorts. he shoves his hands into his pockets before making his way across the dance floor to you. his fingers twitch in his pockets—probably from nerves—making the fabric ripple. 

“can i steal her from you?”

nobara whips her head up, smile widening as she realizes that it’s itadori. she not-so-subtly pushes you into his arms, patting him on the back as she heads over to fushiguro.

“she’s all yours.”

itadori nods weakly, turning back to you with his lower lips tucked between his teeth, suddenly all too aware of the curve of your hips under his hands and your expectant stare burning into his. he almost keels over as your arms come up to rest on his shoulders, bringing your faces closer to each other. the tension is palpable, and he can’t help but glance down at your lips, looking so soft, so plump, so kissable—

“let’s dance,” you say breathily, the air of your words making goosebumps spread across itadori’s skin. 

because he can barely think straight with the way you’re looking at him, can barely breathe at the sight of you in front of him, he can only nod eagerly.

he lets you take the lead as you rock your bodies to the thump of the song through the stereo, watching hungrily at the flesh of your neck as your roll your head. you pry his hands off of your waist before turning around and pressing your back to his chest, bringing them over your stomach.

itadori does his best to stifle a groan as you grind your ass onto him, relishing in the dull pleasure that builds in his core. a small sound escapes your lips, and you dare to grind on him a little more, and this time, he doesn’t bother trying to stay silent. a low and rumbly noise floats into your ear, and you smile sultrily. he feels like he could drown in the waves of confidence radiating off of you—you’re sucking him in like a siren, and all he can do is try not to lose his breath.

at your clear interest, he gets grabbier, hands drifting up to brush against your tits, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, before falling back down to squeeze the sides of your thighs. you shudder at his touch, leaning your head back onto him and pulling him in.

it’s like your tipsy haze is contagious, because he can feel his thoughts clouding, the sweat beading like dew on his forehead. he can practically taste the alcohol on his tongue, the way it would sit sweetly on his tastebuds if you swapped saliva, if he craned his neck just the slightest, if he—

“i want to kiss you so badly,” he murmurs, mouth moving before his brain.

you blink up at him, eyes wide, and he wants to kick himself for being so forward and so real when, of course, this whole arrangement is fake, but his worries fade when you reach for his shirt collar and yank him towards you.

“then do it.”

and then he really does taste the tang of beer or vodka or whatever the hell it is that you’d drank, the flavor subdued by the gloss on your lips, but if you ask him, he’d say that makes it all the better. he parts his lips because he wants more, more, more, and you take the invitation, deepening the kiss with drunken fervor. his hands guide you until you’ve turned around again and you’re chest to chest, bodies pressed against each other as if there’s still too much distance between you.

you drink in his breaths like they’re your own, your hearts beating in sync, the dim reminder that you’re kissing your crush blaring somewhere in the deep recesses of your hazy mind. you want even more of itadori, you want everything he’s willing to give to you—which only he knows is everything you could possibly want—and you want it now, your hands growing more insistent, your noises more needy, your breath more hitched—

“yeesh, get a room, wouldya?”

you jerk away at the sound of fushiguro’s voice as he drifts past you, face contorted in mock disgust but eyes crinkled in amusement. 

nobara follows close behind him, her tongue poking out of her mouth as she wiggles her eyebrows. “might as well get some use out of that honeymoon suite, eh?”

you scoff, flipping her off as she weaves in and out of people.

“i mean, we can,” itadori says, a pink flush evident on his cheeks. you snap your head back towards him. “’get a room’, um, if you want to.”

if i want to? you almost grab itadori’s shoulders and shake him silly because of course you want to! you’ve been thinking about this exact moment for god-knows how long now! he’s so fucking stupid and you like him so much!

“definitely.” you grab his hand and maneuver yourselves through the mass of people that surround you, nearly sighing in relief when you finally spot the exit.

itadori simply lets you do as you wish, too busy looking at the back of your figure with a slack-jawed expression because you’re going to have sex with him.

you, the girl of his dreams for forever, is going to have sex with him. he’s glad that you pull him into the moonlit darkness of outside when you do, because he has an embarrassing hard-on in his pants just at the thought of you touching him.

you really don’t know the effect you have on him. you can do the slightest of things and he’ll be put in a trance.

he doesn’t even care if this is fake, if this is just you wanting to get some horny energy out of your system. he’s willing to take you in any capacity he can get, even if his feelings aren’t reciprocated.

net benefits for everyone, he supposes.

the two of you barely make it to the room—you’re a mess of lips and tongue and teeth on the elevator ride up, and his shirt has a few more buttons undone than he did at the beginning of the night by the time you get to the door. he frantically gets the keycard out of his pocket, pushing the door before it even unlocks, and you stumble inside, almost falling on top of him.

“god, you’re so—” you hum, trailing soft kisses along his neck. “i want you so bad, yuuji.”

he groans. “you sound so pretty sayin’ my name like that, fuck.”

somehow, you find yourselves on the bed, clothes half-off as you desperately pant into each other’s mouths, hands roaming unabashed across the planes and curves of each others’ bodies.

“off.” you tug at itadori’s shorts, his shirt already long gone, strewn across the floor somewhere. “off, come on.”

he shuffles out of them, not wanting to break the kiss you’ve pulled him into. the atmosphere is hot and sticky, and you swear that the scent of sex is already in the air.

“your turn,” he huffs, peeling the hem of your dress higher and higher up your stomach. “lemme see that gorgeous body, baby, please.”

you raise your arms and he shimmies the fabric off of you, throwing it to the side before immediately groping any flesh he can. his hands tremble in pleasure as you let your weight settle on him as you straddle his lap, your clothed pussy rubbing directly against the bulge in his boxers.

“ah, f-fuck,” you whisper against his lips, fingers intertwining around his neck as you bury your face in his collarbone, the pressure against your clit making you embarrassingly wet. you subconsciously drag your hips in an effort to get more friction, and itadori groans brokenly into your ear.

“d-don’t do that,” he whines. “feels good, too good.”

you unclasp your hands from their place on his neck, letting them run down itadori’s muscled chest, feeling the contortions of his abs under you. your fingers dip under the elastic of his underwear and he grabs your wrist, looking up at you, eyes piercing in the dark.

“are you sure?”

i’ve been sure about this forever, you want to say, but you settle for a breathy “yes.”

you slip the waistband down and his cock slaps his stomach, thick and pretty, drooling a bead of pre-cum that you want to taste on your tongue.

your mouth drops open. “shit,” you breathe. even the thought of him stretching you out with his girth is making your hole clench helplessly in anticipation.

“we don’t have to,” itadori insists at your hesitation, rubbing circles into the plush of your thigh with his thumb. “seriously, we don’t—”

“—prep me,” you huff in desperation. you guide his hand towards the apex of your thighs, manipulating it until the pads of his fingers are massaging the wet spot on your panties. the oxygen catches in your lungs as your eyelids flutter shut—it feels so good already. just from a couple swipes of his fingers, you’re curling in on yourself.

his eyebrows furrow in hesitation and you almost cry out. “are you—”

“please, yuuji, please. i fucking, i—fuck—i need it so fucking bad, i need you so fucking bad, just—”

you swallow your words as he drags the honeyed gusset of your panties to the side and sheathes two of his fingers inside you, the gushing wetness of your pussy making the intrusion not only bearable, but pleasurable. 

his eyes are locked on the way you swallow his fingers up, a small groan of your name flowing from his mouth. “you’re taking them so well,” he half-whispers in awe. his gaze trails back up to your dewy face, greedily drinking in your dazed expression. “you’re just perfect, aren’t you?”

he scissors you open, whispering sweet nothings at every hushed moan of yours. you can’t help but dig your nails into his shoulders, his forearms, the sheets—anything you can reach, really—as he prods the spongy spot inside you.

he adds a third finger and your eyes roll back, the coil in your belly winding tight as he thrusts in and out.

“yu—yuuji,” you whine, gasping for breath. “i think ‘m gonna—gonna c-cum soon.”

a low sound reverberates from his throat as he squeezes his eyes shut and tries not to cum on the spot. “do it, baby,” he practically growls, clenching his jaw. “cum on my fingers and then i’ll make y-you cum on my cock.”

“promise?” your voice is high-pitched and cracks as he plunges his fingers impossibly deeper.

his head falls forward and he sucks on one of your tits to muffle the moan that’s ripped from his throat. “promise.”

that’s all it takes for you to fall over the edge, thighs clamping down around itadori’s wrist as you keen, every muscle in your body burning in euphoria.

“fuck, i’m—yuuji, fuck, yuuji—”

“that’s it, pretty girl,” he hums, lips pressed against the soft flesh of your breast and slowly creeping up the column of your neck. “y’look so beautiful like this, yeah? cumming on my fingers all pretty. y’look like an angel,” he babbles, mesmerized by the blissful look on your face and the way your body relaxes in his grasp. “like an angel from heaven. you’re gorgeous, baby, so—”

you shut him up by pulling him into a fiery kiss, drunk on the way he’s making you feel but hungry for so much more. your fingers thread through the damp strands of hair at the nape of his neck, other hand coming down between your bodies to wrap around his cock and leisurely stroke from tip to base, making him whimper into your mouth.

“d’you wanna fuck me?” you slur, breaking the kiss just enough to get the words out. “‘cause i want you to fuck me, i wanna feel you inside me—”

“—god, baby,” he gasps. “i need it, fuck, please. please lemme fuck you, i gotta—”

you wedge your feet underneath you and lift yourself, ignoring the burn in your knees, carefully lining up his cock with your cunt. the tip pushes in just the slightest, and itadori sighs shakily, hands gripping your hips with restrained strength.

you slowly sink down, trying to keep your breathing steady as the fat head enters you with a squelchy pop! his shaft fills you whole—every rub of a vein along your inner walls makes your nerves tingle in ecstasy—and your pussy throbs against your will.

“you’re so damn tight,” he musters, voice tight, like he’s pained. his chest heaves as he palms your tits, doing anything to distract himself from the soft sensation of you around him. “how’re you so fucking tight and wet and perfect?”

he gives a short thrust of his hips upwards and you moan, stars dancing in your vision. you all but collapse onto him, weakly holding onto his shoulders, as he jerks up again, hands roaming down your back before settling on the plump flesh of your ass.

you let him handle your body as you drop down on his cock the best you can, the sounds of skin-on-skin increasing in volume as bounce your hips to slide down his length while he pounds into you from below. the only words that either of you can manage are jumbled versions of each others' names and hushed curses, punctuated by the occasional sloppy kiss that leaves you both breathless.

itadori tucks his lower lip in with his teeth as he watches his cock move in and out of you. it's shimmering in a layer of your arousal, a ring of white settled at the base from your past orgasm. every time he bottoms out, there's the slick sound of wetness, and it sends heat through his veins whenever he hears it. the scene is so pornographic and hot that it makes his cock throb inside you.

he stares at you in reverence, his movements slowing as you continue bouncing up and down at your will, small hums and moans spilling from your permanently parted lips. your grip on his shoulders tightens as you move faster, chasing the orgasm building in your stomach in a sex-induced daze.

"baby, baby," itadori whispers, beginning to thumb at your clit, making you moan out loud. "look at you, using me so well. god, use my cock, baby. it's yours, s'all yours."

you keen as the added pressure on your clit is so good that it's borderline overwhelming. your pace falters as the muscles in your abdomen twist, the heat between your legs becoming unbearable.

"god, you're amazin'," you sob, resting your forehead against his. you cradle his cheek with your palm, almost shocking yourself at the raw tenderness of the action. you wonder if he can sense your true affections through that one touch. "i want you, i need you, forever, yuuji. for—fuck—forever, please."

"'m all yours," he replies, voice soft. "i swear it, i'm all yours." he turns his head and kisses the inside of your hand, his lips delicate against the skin. "always was and always will be, baby."

he wonders if you can sense his true affections through that one sentence.

he draws another circle on your clit and you clench hard, spiraling into another plane of pleasure. itadori moans lowly, cursing under his breath.

"so close," you gasp. "'m so—"

"—me t-too, fuck. fuck," he breathes, "'m gonna—where should i cum, fuck—baby, you gotta tell me where, 'm g-gonna—"

"—inside," you beg, eyes glossing over. "please cum inside, fill me up, yuuji, please, baby—"

"fuck."

he groans deep and low as he cums, the warmth spreading across your insides, forcing you to cum as well. you go over together, your thighs trembling over the coiled muscles of his as the air escapes your lungs. your chests move together as you inhale, the aftershocks of your orgasms rippling throughout your bodies.

exhaustion, both from the sex and the dancing, slams into you with full-force, and you sway forward. itadori braces you, shifting out of the way to lay you down on the bed.

"woah there," he starts, holding your head until it's on the pillow. "don't move, i'll get you cleaned up."

you make a garbled sound of affirmation and nuzzle into the sheets as itadori makes his way to the bathroom.

you fall asleep to the soft strokes of a wet cloth against your sensitive pussy, a gentle hand pushing your hair out of your face, and a delicate—so delicate that you're sure you're dreaming it—peck on your forehead.

you wake up surprisingly not hungover—your brain is completely lucid. you remember everything—his hands, his cock, his lips, and most importantly, his words. maybe you're just looking too far into it, but you're almost certain that your feelings aren't unrequited, if your subconscious has anything to say about it.

the first thing you notice is that the blankets next you are rumpled, leaving a person-shaped portion of sheets showing. still groggy, you sit up and pull on a sweatshirts, shivering slightly at the coolness of the room. you slip on a pair of flip flops and quietly walk to the lounge area of the room, the early rays of sunrise starting to shine through the glass. 

it must be really early, judging by the tinges of pastel pink and purple in the clouds, and you consider going back to bed, sure that itadori's just off on a run or something, when you see his slippers on the floor by the couch. 

your eyes trail to the glass again—one of the glass doors is slightly askew, and a set of footsteps begins from just on the other side of it, on the sand. you track it with your eyes, locking on a small figure sitting idly on the shore.

gathering your encourage, you kick off your flip flops and follow the same path, the grains of chilled sand digging into the crevices of your toes. it's still relatively cold, and you're glad you threw on a sweatshirt as a salty ocean breeze makes goosebumps spread across your legs.

silently, you approach itadori, crouching down next to him before taking a seat. 

"hey."

he seems a little startled, too busy focusing on something in the horizon to realize that you were there, but he relaxes immediately when he sees that it's you.

"hey. how'd you sleep?"

heat rushes to your cheeks despite the temperature. "like a baby. thanks, um, for cleaning me and everything. you didn't have to."

it's his turn to blush, and it creeps up his cheekbones before he turns his face back towards the sea. "of course. it was nothing."

you sit quietly for a bit, the crashing of the waves and the cawing of seagulls doing enough to not make the moment awkward. to anybody else, it'd just look like a couple enjoying the morning with each other.

"listen, i—" you start. 

"can i say something?" itadori asks at the same time.

you both pause, eyes wide as you look at each other expectantly. 

you clear your throat. "you first."

itadori takes a deep breath before slowly releasing it. "i know that this," he waves his hand between the two of you, "thing, this relationship, was supposed to be fake and have net benefits and everything but i don't think that i can keep doing this."

he swallows, still avoiding eye contact, before continuing.

"it's not your fault or anything. it's just that, i mean," he buries his head in his hands, groaning. "i'm not making any sense. i'm just gonna straight up tell you that—"

"—i like you," you blurt. 

he raises his head, looking at you speechlessly. his mouth moves without making noise and he narrows his eyes. "you... what?"

"yeah," you say a little quickly. "for a while now. since before we started like fake dating or whatever. actually," you chuckle sheepishly, looking anywhere but him, "i asked you if you wanted to, y'know, fake date or whatever because i wanted to spend time with you. that's it. i mean the sex was awesome," oh my god bitch, shut the fuck up, you think, "but that's not, like, why i wanted to do this... whole thing. so yeah," you end weakly.

"okay." you cringe at his reaction. he presses the heels of his palms to his eyes before speaking again. "okay, wait. okay. you like me?"

"mhm."

"for a while?"

"yeah."

"like you like-like me?"

"yes," you say exasperatedly. "i like-like you."

he pulls his knees in and rests his chin on them, a small pout on his lips. "but i like-like you."

you were expecting it, but it still takes you by surprise. "you do?"

"well obviously!"

"it wasn't obvious at all!"

he scoffs. "why else did you think i agreed to this fake dating thing?"

"oh."

"yeah."

"so we like each other?"

"i guess." he turns completely towards you, the realization suddenly hitting him. "we like each other."

you can't stop the smile that stretches your lips. "okay. cool."

he smiles too, a bright beam that makes you feel even warmer than the sunrise peeking over the ocean before you. "yeah, cool."

"so do you wanna date? like real date?"

"yeah," he breathes, leaning closer. "i'd like that."

he glances down at your lips quickly, but not quick enough for you to not notice. you effortlessly close the distance, sweetly pressing your lips to his.

"we're idiots," you say, when you pull back.

"maybe," he acquiesces, dropping his head on your shoulder. "but it's okay. we can be each others' idiots."

you comfortably lapse into silence, watching orange rays dance along the waves before greeting you with a new day.

"i think that this warrants a 'thank you'," nobara quips from the passenger seat, taking an obnoxiously loud sip of her coffee. she points between you and itadori, who's currently laid in your lap, dozing off. "you know. this."

"you set me up, literally," you say through gritted teeth, voice hushed as to not wake your boyfriend—you can't see yourself getting used to saying that anytime soon.

"and it worked out! no harm, no foul."

you think it over for a second, gaze softening as itadori squirms. you run your fingers gently through his hair, nails scratching lightly at his scalp. "thank you."

"never mind," she fake retches. "i already regret this."

you laugh, wanting to torture her more. "what do you think a better nickname is, nobara? pookiebear or honeybear?"

"please stop talking to me."

"hm, maybe honey-pookiebear?"

she punches fushiguro in the arm, who gives her a dirty look.

"don't hit me, i'm driving."

she makes an offended noise. "doesn't their lovey-dovey-ness get to you?"

"i usually tune them both out, so this isn't any different."

"hey!" you protest. "fuck you! honey-pookiebear and i are very hurt right now!"

nobara tugs insistently at his sleeve. "please teach me how to tune them out," she begs. "i'll do anything."

the car runs over a pothole, making the entire vehicle shake. itadori awakens with a grumble, rotating his body until he's looking up at you.

"hi baby," he mumbles.

"fushiguro,” she says more urgently. “i'll pay you if i have to," nobara hisses.

"hi," you reply, bending down to kiss him on the nose. "do you like pookiebear or honeybear better?"

his sleepy expression morphs to confusion, because neither of you like stupid nicknames, but you gesture to nobara and he nods in understanding, smiling mischievously.

"how about honey-pookiebear?"

nobara groans dramatically, this time accompanied by a poorly-disguised eyeroll from fushiguro. "you guys are perfect for each other," she snarks. "you’re both gross and irritating."

"it's your fault they're together," fushiguro points out. 

she slumps in her seat, trying her best to look angry but only appearing satisfied. she brings her coffee cup to her lips to hide her smile. "whatever."

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Me with You ~~

pairing ⑅ bestfriend!Jake x fem!reader

genre ⑅ friends to lovers, fluff, slow dancing, suggestive/smut

words/read time ⑅ 3.9k/12-19 mins

warnings ⑅ 18+ content, light cussing

synopsis ⑅ Jake is back in his hometown to spend time with his closest friend. During some fun and frivolous dancing, things start to heat up...

author's note ⑅ I’m really proud of how this story turned out. I'm not a huge fan of second person, so I wrote in first, but if anyone asks, I can copy and post again in second person. It's more fluff than anything, but it does get a bit steamier towards the end, so I’m just going to go ahead and put a warning.

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When the back door finally slammed shut and the cacophony of barks faded down the street, I could finally let out my sigh of relief that I had been holding in since this morning. I tapped on my phone. How many days had we been watching Mrs. Chen’s pets? And just how was I able to put up with hours of barking, the smell of fresh turd lying across the lawn, and dog walks till dark? Including their rigorous feeding times and bathroom breaks -- I’m surprised I haven’t exploded yet.

I had so much planned the minute they left my house, but instead, the sudden silence felt all too relaxing and I laid my head against the cold countertop. I could finally stop stressing, stop thinking, and stop worrying about reprimanding for chewing on my shoes or peeing in the house or the continued barking that never ended. I was free. I felt like I could’ve stayed laid on the countertop forever, drowning in the evening sun. Who knew watching five dogs would take such a burden out of a person. Jake and I had taken on the job of dog sitting for Mrs. Chen while she visited some family in Tokyo. We both switched off every other day; some of the dogs at my house and the others at his; until we realized it would be easier if he just spent the few days at my house as we co-doggy sat. He got up bright and early to take them on their walks while I prepared their highly detailed and specific meals. Then from there, we spent the rest of the day making sure they didn’t run off somewhere or cause too much destruction in the house. But alas, Mrs. Chen came back early from her getaway and picked up Toby, Caleb, Khao, Sofia, and Pickle on her way home. Although I was exhausted from watching 3-foot dogs all day, the pay was amazing for me, and it would help tremendously for all the online classes I was going to be taking next semester.

The warmth of the sun cast a comforting trance over my heavy eyelids, and soon enough I was fast asleep, standing in the middle of the kitchen with the soft sound of nothing surrounding me.

By the time I had fluttered my eyes open, I had realized I was now seated in my dining chair and a large black jacket was placed over my shoulders. I sat up and let out a yawn, wincing at the bright light coming from the tv and shaking my now numb arm awake. I must have been sleeping for a while because the evening sun had turned to pitch of black. The moonlight beamed through the window and danced along with the sways of the large oak tree out front. I stood up and walked over to the refrigerator in which I grabbed two water bottles and some leftover pasta.

I was sure that Jake hadn’t eaten since lunch, seeing as he only ate if someone sat food in front of his face. I dragged my feet up the stairs until I heard the slamming of a book and the fast typing of a keyboard come from the living room. I turned and looked behind me. Jake had settled his things on the coffee table and floor, large books, folders, and several amounts of crumpled up pieces of paper found their way around Jake, himself slouched up against the edge of the couch. He had changed clothes since the last time I had seen him, he now wore a plain blue shirt with grey sweats, his eyebrows furrowed as he worked hard on whatever he was getting at.

“Oh yes, I was starving!” Propping himself up on the couch, he took the plate of pasta. I placed the waters on the coffee table and settled comfortably on the couch beside him.

“I can’t say that I’ve ever seen anybody sleep standing up before. Look,” Jake took his phone off the charger. “I got a picture.” He pushed the screen in my face, and of course, there was my unconscious body laying on the counter, mouth open and all. I playfully pushed it back his way as his face lit up with a smile I was all too familiar with.

“What are you doing down here so late, it’s almost 12 in the morning,” I asked. Jake’s smile disappeared when he was reminded of the work he had been doing seconds before.

He let out a large huff of air. “Trying to get some words on paper but instead it turned into a paper massacre,” he jokingly replied, “sorry for the mess.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I replied, taking a swig of water. I was going to ask if he wanted to watch a late-night movie, or pull an all-nighter and talk endlessly until the sun rose, but I could tell by each passing second that Jake was worried about this, and he wanted the time he had now over the summer to work on his music. I wished I was motivated to work on my own music, but unlike Jake, I wasn’t in a globally popular boy band. My complicated best friend for over 10 years had been working his butt off since middle school. It was his annual time to sit back and relax while he had the time to, but instead, he chose to use that time to help watch a bunch of dogs with his hometown bestie. God, I loved him.

Jake pulled himself off the couch and right back onto the floor, leaving the rest of the pasta to me. He picked up his pen again and started scribbling down words as quickly as he could, trying hard not to forget the lyrics that had floated into his head. Until he stopped, closing his eyes for just a split second, and let out a powerful sigh. Crumpling up the sheet, he stacks it on top of the others in frustration and started frantically tapping his pencil against the table.

“Maybe it’s best to just try again in the morning,” I advised, taking a small bite of the pasta that was left by my side.

“How come I’m having such a hard time with this?” He gazed up at me frantically for a clue, as if I had the answer to fix a problem as big and as important as his was. I looked at his doleful eyes and the bags that were starting to grow underneath them. I couldn’t help but think, because I made you sit up and watch a bunch of dogs with me.

“Do you want me to see if I could come up with something?”

“If you want. But, hold on, I think my thoughts are coming back up.” He quickly grabbed another piece of paper, his eyes narrowed in concentration.

I tried my best to keep occupied by watching videos on my phone, but I found myself suddenly bored out of my mind. I laid out on my back and picked up one of Jake’s folders. Briefly looking through it, I couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous at the amount of fan art and letters, praising him and the other members. Followed with that were just more and more engene stuff, full of nothing but kind words and heartfelt messages. Part of me wished that I was able to travel with Jake and see the world like he was. How fun would it be to meet people that praised you? And how cool would it be to see that you had fans? I couldn’t help but plaster on a huge smile as I skimmed through some of the notes until I finally came to one with familiar handwriting.

Remember Me were the words written on the top of the paper in bold and bright colors. But the message written underneath is what caught my attention:

To the person that makes me the luckiest guy in the world, this song is for you. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same, but please just remember me -- it was Jake’s handwriting.

I didn’t feel like I was breaking any crime reading his stuff until this moment, but curiosity killed the cat, and right now I didn’t mind being a feline. I checked to make sure Jake was still busy, and he was, almost like he had teleported into his own world. I quietly turned back to the sheet and started reading. It was about a girl, presumably his crush I’m sure. She was someone important to him, someone who made him love so much that it hurt. But this was far from a happy song, in fact, it was terribly heartbreaking. She didn’t understand his love, she wasn’t able to interpret it like he wanted her to. But he confesses that he was scared of what telling her would do, worried that she wouldn’t feel the same. So instead, it was like he was apologizing, and asking that she forgive him for not being brave enough to tell her, and if he did ever get the courage to, for her to remember him even if she wasn’t able to love him like he wanted her to.

The song ends like how the title began, and I find myself flabbergasted at the beautiful mixes of rhymes and metaphors that read like a poem. This was the first of Jake’s songs that made me feel this way, like I had just finished watching a tragedy movie with Ryan Renolds starring. I blink back the tears that I didn’t realize were forming. How come he never told me this? We never kept secrets from each other, like ever. It never mattered the subject or the severity, we had always promised that we would be open and honest with each other. I wish I would’ve known this sooner, maybe I could’ve saved him from feeling this way. And what girl could it possibly be? I knew for sure I was the only girl he was presumably close to; but was there someone else?

I glanced down at Jake, who was still in a focused state of mind with the pencil in his mouth and mumbling lyrics softly under his breath. I tried picturing my bubbly Jake writing these agonizing words and miserably failed.

Jake looked up at me as if he could feel my gaze on the back of his head. “I think I’ve found the chorus, but it’s the rest of the song I’m not able to get, and how come it’s so hard to find another word that rhymes with severe? Beer? Sphere? Revere? Appear? Gosh, rhyming sucks some serious ass!”

“This song is beautiful.”

Jake furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Huh?”

“This song I found in your folder.” I glanced back at it in my hand. “Remember Me.”

Jake’s gaze leaped from my eyes to the sheet, and I felt his body tense. “Where’d you get that from?”

“I was just going through one of your folders. Did you accidentally get it mixed up in your fan folder? Cause this is -”

“Did you read it?” He interrupted.

“Yeah, and it’s perfect.”

Jake glanced at me for a split second before turning back around, obviously uncomfortable. “I was watching one of those Kdramas you love so much and it inspired me. Could you help me rhyme with severe now?”

I knew Jake like the back of my hand, so I knew continuing on with this conversation would get him upset if he’s clearly avoiding it. But, I wasn’t going to just let him off that quickly. “Jake, come on, you can tell me anything. Who is this about?”

Jake looked back at me with a hint of something in his eyes, something I’ve never seen before, and something I wasn't able to decipher. “Nobody, I was just feeling really inspired, that's it.” His tone had switched from calm to agitated.

I give him my I’m-not-stupid look and he comes back with his own you’re-being-delusional stare. “It’s seriously nobody, truthfully and honestly.”

“Okay, okay I’ll back off.” I could tell he was starting to get defensive, and when he got like that, it took him at least a few hours before returning to normal. I watched Jake's Adam's apple move up and down, a way in which I could tell he knew I was not convinced in the slightest. “Well, sometimes we go through things that can remind us of situations like that, but not necessarily in that same exact context, you know? It has to be amplified for that audience appeal.”

“Okay...but have you ever felt this way before? Not exactly like how it’s written, but maybe somewhere along these lines?”

I thought I was going to get another vague answer, or worse, an aggravated one. But instead Jake looked down at his pencil as he tapped it along his wrist. “...maybe, but I think everyone can connect to the words in some way. I mean, everyone feels some kind of heartbreak in their life, right?” Jake's answer was still pretty vague, but at least I was able to get something out of him.

“Okay, but you know you can tell me anything, like, anything ever because you know that you’ll never actually have to feel this way, right?” I said, maybe too much in a hurry.

“Of course I know that.” He replied, giving one of his awkward grins.

“And if anyone has made you feel this way, then you know you can tell me that too cause there a sucker to lose out on a perfect person like you.” I teased in a sing-song way, poking his shoulder hard. Jake chuckled and poked me back.

A weird silence grew in the room, and Jake went back to trying to find rhyming words. I tried getting back on my phone, but I knew I needed to say something to let go of the tenseness in the air.

“Hey, crystal clear rhymes!”

He leaned his head back and looked up at me. “Nevermind, I give up for tonight.”

I could see the stress that played on his face. “Don’t worry, you’ll figure it out.”

“Yeah, but by the time I do, it’ll be too late.”

“What do you mean?”

Jake pulled his knees up to his chest and spoke. “This was going to go on our album comeback that needs to be finished in the next four months. By the time I think of something, it'll be too late and I’ll have to wait until the next four months. But by then, I'll have forgotten. This always happens and I have no idea how the hell to fix it.” I couldn’t tell if he wanted my help or just a bit of comfort.

“Did you try asking the other guys to see if they had any ideas?”

“Yeah, but they’re working on their own parts, I can’t ask them to do this too.”

“I’m sure they’d be willing to help if you asked,” I assured him.

“I know they would, but I just don’t want to. I always ask them for help, I thought being away from the studio and being back home would help my brainstorming abilities.” He gave a weary chuckle that almost sounded like a groan.

“Well, maybe tomorrow will come with better results.” I did my best to give him some motivation, but I could tell I was failing miserably at that too.

Jake watched as a car zoomed past the window, a low bass sounding off as it zoomed away. “I bet it’s easier to just listen to music than to try and come up with it. I remember when I would just blare NCT all day long and jam out in my room. It seemed so much easier back then to come up with stuff than it does now. I miss it.” He took a slight pause before continuing. “ Did you know that song you read was the easiest thing I have written in my life? I remember writing too. I just had this super weird feeling in my chest one day so I basically locked myself in my room and took maybe two hours and just wrote a bunch of words down and connected them to sound like a song. For once my mind had just gone blank and I couldn’t stop thinking and feeling that song, like I knew what it was supposed to sound like, I knew what the lyrics were supposed to mean. I just knew everything. And I miss that feeling, that feeling of like- '' He broke off his sentence when he looked back up to my eyes. It seemed like he was talking more to himself than to me. He swallowed hard and looked back at the pencil still in hand.

“Well, I'm sorry you don’t feel free anymore. I wish there was something I could do to make you feel like that again-”

“No, please don’t feel like that. It’s just something that had just recently started happening, something I really just can’t fix…” His voice gets softer and softer the more he spoke.

“Have you spoken to your manager about it?” I asked. “He’s super nice from what I understand. And he’ll probably have better answers than your friend who can barely play the piano, let alone produce an entire song.”

Jake laughed before I had the chance to. “ See, now you're underestimating yourself. Remember that song from freshman year? The one about-- what was his name, Josh?” Jake teased. I grabbed a pillow and slammed it into the back of his head. “Oh my gosh, I thought we promised we’d never bring it up again!”

Jake chuckled and laid his arm on the couch completely turning towards me. “How about we sneak out and go get ice cream and try to not wake up your mom in the process?”

I suddenly jumped to my feet when I have the perfect idea on how to cheer up the gloomy Mr. Shim. “Or, we could do something even better!”

“Urgh!” Jake groaned.

I grabbed my phone and hooked it up to the speaker. I was going to turn on his hit song Drunk-Dazed as a joke, but Jake needed this break from his career, so instead, I crunk up Beyonce as loud as it could go without disturbing my mom who slept upstairs. I turn back to Jake and reach out for his hands, already moving my hips to the music.

He shook his head and threw it back onto the couch as if throwing a temper tantrum. “I literally dance for a living.”

“Okay but this will be different, I promise.” I grabbed the piles of papers on the ground and threw them in the trash, I then pushed the coffee table near the wall and piled his folders and books neatly on top.

“Come on, cowboy!” I grabbed his hands and helped him up. He was reluctant to get up, but he threw one last groan before standing on his feet.

“This will get the brain juices flowing again!” I told him. I go back to my phone and switch it to one of my favorite Beyonce songs that she covered, At Last.

I sang dramatically to get Jake to smile, and luckily, it worked. I placed both my hands over his shoulders and swayed us back and forth, still miming the song as overly exaggerated as I could. Jake still couldn’t help but smile, and it didn’t take him long to join me in the rhythm and sway naturally with me. I learned at our middle school dance that Jake had perfect rhythm. He was able to impress the rest of the crowd when he busted out moves from BTS. Everyone was impressed, including me.

Now we were on a steady roll. I accidentally stepped on his feet a few times, but it was fine seeing as I was wearing foam flip-flops and he was barefooted. After a while, the song switched and played another of my favorites that didn’t match our style of dance, but we still moved slowly to the beat. Jake tried twirling me, but since I have two left feet, I almost ended up hitting the wall each time and Jake laughed loud at my clumsiness. The moonlight from the kitchen had now switched to the window in the living room. It gleamed through and glistened on Jake like a spotlight, just like the ones on the stage did for him. In a split second, I was reminded that he wouldn’t be here forever, just like he wasn’t here for the past year. I tried to not let it settle on my face that I was scared to see him go again, so I played up on the fun we were having now. Jake looked like he was at ease; finally, since he’d been here, he looked genuinely happy and I wasn’t going to ruin that.

After another handful of songs full of laughs and giggles, we were soon sweating and taking deeper breaths than normal. Each song was different from the one before, but it didn’t stop us from sticking to our style of dance. Even with the simplicity of the moves and the slowness of the steps, I had to take a minute to relax. I hooked my arms around his neck and rested my entire body on his. I could feel Jake’s own sweat seeping through his shirt, But I didn’t mind the wetness that was now attached to my cheek. I thought he would act awkward and ask for me to pull away, but instead, he gripped tighter on my hips and started slowly moving me side to side. I let out a long overdue sigh, trying my best to match the steady breathing of Jake’s with my own. It was actually therapeutic: hearing his heartbeat in one ear and the softness of the music in the other.

I tried to continue our steady breathing together, but his had picked up a bit, almost out of nowhere. I felt the heat of his breath on the nape of my neck, and it made my entire body tingle in a way it never had before. After this sudden feeling, I realized just how close we really were. His leg hair tickled my legs, I could feel the bone of his foot connecting to mine, I could feel his thin waist against mine as well. I felt like I needed to back up, but instead, I couldn’t and continued to sway softly against him. A few seconds later, Jake’s hands rose a little higher, planting themselves on my waist and tightening their grip as if they were trying to pull me closer than we already were.

The sensation hadn’t stopped though, it clung to my body like my damp shorts did on my thighs. Sooner or later I felt pressure on the lower part of my stomach and thought for sure that Jake was messing around and wasn’t feeling what I was, which indicated that I needed to pull back before this feeling became too much.

This is so embarrassing. I thought. How could I let myself feel like this? How was this in any way okay? I finally pulled back, the sensation becoming too unbearable, and glanced up at his face. His pupils were large in a way I hadn’t seen before. His mouth was slightly open and a drop of sweat slowly traced down his forehead, onto his nose. That pressure I was feeling on my stomach had now doubled in force, and Jake's face had switched from calm and subtle, to alarmed and panicked...

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[comfortbucky]

𝗻𝗼𝘁-𝘀𝗼-𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽

WAIT HI HELLO HEADCANON OF (tfatws!bucky) ROOMMATE!BUCKY SECRETLY CONFESSING HIS FEELINGS TO THE READER WHILE THEY'RE SLEEPING BUT HE DOESN’T KNOW THEY HEARD HIM

gif credit: @buckysbarnes

pairing: roommate!bucky x gender neutral!reader

tags: roommate!bucky, soft!bucky, friends to lovers, fluff

A/N: BESTIES THIS IS SO LONG LMAO MY B

my masterlist!

u landed a dream job in ur dream location: brooklyn, ny

and u were absolutely ecstatic

the only issue was money

the cost of living in nyc is ridiculous

so u needed a roommate

it just so happened that around the same time, that a certain super soldier was looking for a place in his hometown brooklyn, as he was finally starting a “normal life” or whatever dr raynor said

so u found a 2 bedroom apartment and put signs up around the surrounding area in search of a roommate

u keep it super simple, not wanting to reveal too much about urself bc u figure that might attract creeps

ur friends called u old fashioned for that, but u figured posting online on craigslist would result with u, on the news, dead, bc u ended up living with a serial killer

bucky is walking around the familiar, but very different, streets when he comes across ur roommate ad and decides to go for it (he’s already lost steve what else does he have to lose)

so he takes a number and waits until he gets to the hotel room he’s been staying at to call

ur simultaneously nervous and excited about ur first, and only, response to ur roommate ad bc u have no idea what to expect but also desperate to find anyone who can help split the cost

“hello?” ur question is met by a low, husky voice

bucky is thrown off by the softness of ur voice but quickly pulls it together

“hi, i’m bucky. i saw ur flyer for a roommate.”

u are really glad this is being done over the phone because this man’s voice alone is making ur cheeks heat up

u guys plan a time for bucky to come over and take a look at the place before he finalizes his decision

the day arrives and u feel ur stomach doing flips when u hear him knock at ur door

u open the door are immediately drawn to his piercing, ocean-blue eyes

bucky is immediately captivated by ur beauty, he avoids ur gaze for a moment, looks back up when u greet him

“hey.” u give him a small smile and he returns it

“hi.”

u move to the side to let him in

this man literally had no criteria in mind for finding an apartment other than it being close to a park for his walks at ungodly hours of the night

so he accepts

ur friendship starts off… slow

at first, u both mind ur business, living ur lives and barely speaking

everytime bucky came back to the apartment he would just walk into his room, shut the door and stay there

u rarely saw him, and honestly wondered when he ate because he was literally never in the common areas of ur apartment

but u were preoccupied with starting ur job that u didn’t mind at all because he was a good roommate, never made a mess, paid on top, and was fairly quiet

sometimes u would hear him wake up in the middle of the night and leave, closing the door to ur apartment so gently, as to not wake u up

the first time u guys spent time together was when he went on his first date

he didn’t tell u about it beforehand, of course, but u were sat on the couch, binge watching new girl when he walked out of his room and headed straight for the exit, saying nothing

u could smell the cologne he put on (it smelt like pine trees) and had a feeling it was a date bc u had never smelled that cologne before and he had spent like an hour in the bathroom right before he left

it must have been 45 minutes tops before he stormed back into the apartment and went to the kitchen to grab a beer

u immediately knew something was off and that he was upset from his body language and the fact that his date lasted less than an hour

“hey, u okay?” ur question is met with a grunt

u see bucky start to retreat from the kitchen to his room and u decide to say something again

“do u wanna watch tv with me?”

bucky pauses in front of his bedroom door before he turns around, nods, and plops himself on the couch next to u

he makes sure to leave some space between u guys, wanting to be respectful

u both sit in silence for a bit until a joke is made onscreen and u giggle

bucky turns to u and can’t help the soft smile that forms on his lips

he falls asleep that night, dreaming about what he could do or say to hear the sound of ur laugh again and doesn’t have a nightmare

from then on, movie nights became a regular occurrence in the apartment (once a week MINIMUM)

ur regular bonding experience helps u form a stronger friendship with bucky, having thoughtful conversations with each other

he’s thankful that u don’t ever push him into talking about something he’s uncomfortable with or not ready to talk about

u always just offer a smile and shift the conversation

u see him more in the common areas, even just to sit at the dining room table to read a book in silence

and the gap that once existed between u guys gets smaller and smaller every movie night

for a bit, nothing more ever happened other than ur thighs touching each other, side by side

until one night when u had a really long day at work and end up falling asleep during the movie, ur head landing right on bucky’s shoulder

at first he’s startled by it but looks down to see the light from the screen making ur skin glow in the dark

he’s taken by ur beauty, observing every little detail from the shape of ur nose to ur soft lips

and then he immediately snaps out of it bc he realizes how creepy he must be

and now he’s panicking internally bc he doesn’t know what to do

he doesn’t want to wake u up because u had just told him about ur exhausting day at work

but he also doesn’t want to let u fall asleep in this position bc he knows ur neck is going to be sore in the morning

he makes the decision to try and shift ur body so that ur laying on the couch

and as he’s being so careful to move u, scared that he might wake u, u start to stir and he freezes

u remain asleep and end up snuggling up closer to him and he feels his heart skip a beat

with ur repositioning, he’s able to easily pick u up, bridal style, and carries u to ur room and lays u down onto ur bed

as he’s starting to stand up, he stops, realizing ur hand has a firm grip on his sleeve

u mumble, so softly, that if he didn’t have super soldier hearing he probably wouldn’t have understood it

“stay.”

bucky feels his heart racing and can’t help but smile

he gently shifts u over, making room to lie down on his side next to u

he leaves a little bit of space bc he’s nervous he misheard u or something

but then u move ur body closer to his, resting ur head on his chest and draping an arm across his side to pull urself closer and let out a content sigh

ur half-awake at this point, but u don’t let bucky know that, selfishly wanting to do anything to remain in his arms

bucky is frozen in absolute shock

he can’t remember the last time he cuddled with someone

let alone someone he started to develop feelings for

he quickly snaps out of his thoughts to wrap his arm around u, holding u close to him and rests his chin on the top of ur head

he places his other hand on the top of ur head, gently stroking ur head

bucky thinks he must be dreaming

he places a gentle, soft kiss on ur forehead, before whispering his confession

“wish i could call u mine, doll.”

bucky’s heart literally stops as he sees ur eyes flutter open to look up and see him, paralyzed in fear

u smile and kiss him on the cheek

“u should.”

all of bucky’s worries immediately faded away as soon as u smiled at him

he smiles back, feeling the most happy he’s felt in 90 years

he replies by gently tipping ur chin up to him and placing a soft kiss on ur lips

“so happy ur mine.”

[flowersbby]

Drawn to You | Corpse Husband x Fem! Reader

Warning:  Makeout, This is a lil long (I got carried away)

Word count: 3859

It was a typical night for you. You had your music playing faintly in the background while you were writing notes for your anatomy & physiology class when you felt your phone vibrate violently on your desk, which caused your French bulldog, Royal, to wake up from his snoring slumber on your lap. With an annoyed huff, you pick up your phone and notice your best friend Rae had texted you numerous times.

Rae 😴

Hey!

Among Us!

Now!

Need 10th person!

Pleaseeeeee

You stared at the messages for a minute. You were confused on why she asked you of all people. You were the opposite of the many streaming friends she had who were loud, funny, and all around GOOD at games. Your shy character would not fit well on her stream and you knew that. Plus, the only games you’ve played are Stardew Valley and Animal Crossing, which requires no communication with people and you preferred it that way.

You

Why me? I’m in the middle of writing notes.

Rae 😴

There’s this person I want you to meet!

He’s really nice and you’ll warm up to the group in no time, I promise!

I won’t let them be mean to you 😤😤

They’re nice ppl anyway so they wont be mean lol

You

Okay.. let me load up my discord

Rae 😴

Yayy!

I already bought among us for you last time I was over so you’re good to go!

‘What? When did she find the time to buy the game for me? We were literally together the whole time she was here.’ You thought, but quickly dismissed it and loaded up discord. Right as you got online, you got an invite from Rae. You quickly grabbed your headset and adjusted your mic before joining the call. You petted Royal in an attempt to calm your nerves as you saw 9 peoples profile pictures appear in front of you. You only recognized Rae’s, of course.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Rae exclaimed, “Guys, this is my best friend (Y/N)! Introduce yourselves!”

“Hi, I’m Toast!” Said the man with the toast icon. You smiled at his profile picture. You found it cute.

“I’m Jack!” Said an Irish voice. You know Jack. You used to watch his videos a lot.

“I’m Poki!” Said a girl with a really sweet voice, “Nice to meet you!” You were about to say hello back when someone else chimed in.

“Hello, I’m Felix!” You recognized that Swedish accent. He was the most well known YouTuber, of course.

“Nice to meet you!” Said a really soft voice, “I’m Sykkuno!” His voice reminded you of an anime boy. You smiled to yourself.

“Hi, I’m Lily!” Said a really cute and high pitched voice. 

“Hi everyon-” You went to introduce yourself properly until you got cut off.

“I’m Corpse.” Said a deep, attractive voice. Your eyes widened for a second, his voice catching you off guard.

“H-hello,” You attempt to say hello again but this time you’re a little shaken up by Corpse’s voice, but you get it together by petting Royal once again. “I’m (Y/N). It’s nice to meet you all!”

“Your voice is so adorable!” Says Lily. You smile at the fact that someone who’s voice is equally as adorable complimented yours.

“Thank you!” You respond, “Your voice is adorable too, Oh my God!” 

Lily giggles at your compliment. “Alright!” Exclaimed Rae, “Ready to play (N/N)?” You quickly realized you forgot to load up Among Us before hand. You were silently kicking yourself for not doing such a simple thing. Now they’re gonna have to wait longer to play because of you and they already waited long enough for you to join the discord call.

“Um..” You stall as you hurriedly click on the Among Us icon. “I’m so sorry. I forgot to load it up.. but it’s loading right now!” Your eyes are glued to the screen as if it’ll make the game boot up faster. 

“That’s okay.” Said Corpse in the most kind voice. “It won’t take that long.” You feel heat rushing to your cheeks just by hearing his voice. Who is this man and why is he making you feel like this?

They all agreed with Corpse and continued chatting about whatever they were chatting about before you joined the call. You were half listening as you were trying to figure out what to do as the game loaded up. Just as you were about to ask Rae, Corpse sent you the game code through a private message. You typed “Thank you!” as you quickly entered your name and then the game code.

“Woo! (Y/N)’s here!’ Said Rae happily. “Choose your color and your hat!” ‘Where do I do that?’ You thought to yourself but quickly found it. You wanted to be pink but it wouldn’t let you choose it.

“Why isn’t it letting me choose pink?” You asked. 

“It’s because Corpse is pink.” Explained Lily. “He took it from me too.” She said with a sad, but funny, tone.

“I can be a different color.” Corpse said and quickly changed his color from pink to white. 

“Oh, Thank you!” You said happily and picked a flower to match it.

“No problem.” He said and you could hear the smile in his voice. It made butterflies appear in your stomach.

“Are you kidding me?!” Said a laughing Lily. “I literally ARGUED with you about letting me have pink!”

“I sense something happening...” Cooed Rae in a sing songy voice. The whole group then erupted in “Ooooo’s”. This made you blush. You covered your face even though they couldn’t see you and Corpse chuckled, which only made you blush more.

Before the game started they all explained to you how to play so you wouldn’t be lost. This calmed your nerves a bit and when the game started you were happily going around the ship completing your tasks. Watering the plants was your favorite so far since you found it satisfying how the plants grew. You saw Corpse run up to you and you made your character step away a bit because you didn’t want to get killed. He instead ran circles around you and you decided to follow him for the rest of the game for safety. You both encountered Rae and Toast by the vending machines but didn’t think much of it and waited for Corpse to finish his task. Until Rae killed you and Toast killed Corpse. “A double kill?!” You shouted to yourself, causing Royal to wake up and slowly get off your lap. “I’m sorry buddy..” You said to him as he laid down in his dog bed. You turn your attention back to the screen as someone found you and Corpse’s dead bodies.

“Um, bodies found by the vending machines.” Said Felix who didn’t sound all too confident. “Jack where were you?” He asked.

“I was in..” As Jack was about to explain himself you heard a ‘pop’ emit from your headphones and saw a red dot by the messages icon. You clicked it and saw it was a message from Corpse. You completely stopped caring about the arguing going on through your headphones as Jack was trying to claim innocence.

“I like your flower :)” It read. You smiled big and immediately typed back.

Your fingers hovered over the keys thinking about what to type back but you settled on a simple “Thank you :D”.

After two games or so everyone got tired and decided to head out. You all said your goodbyes and watched as each person slowly began to leave the call. You didn’t want to leave until you were sure everybody was gone. Everybody left but Corpse. “Hey..” He said, sounding a little shy but it was probably just because he was tired.

“Hi!” You said a little too excited. You immediately wished you could reword what you said a little calmer.

“So, uh..” He began, “Could I possibly get your number? For Among Us games I mean?” He didn’t sound too sure of himself but him asking this made you beam with excitement.

“Of course.” You said calmer than before, “But I don’t know what help I’d be as I’m terrible at this game.” You giggled.

You typed in chat your number, your fingers shaking slightly. “Nah, I liked playing with you.” He said more confident, “You make it more fun. Even though I haven’t ever spoken to you before.” He chuckled. You smiled at his words. Butterflies formed in your stomach hearing him laugh.

You and Corpse chatted a bit more until he decided he should go, but you wished you guys could have kept talking the whole night. You felt this connection with him that you couldn’t put into words. It felt so easy for you to talk to him and you didn’t feel as nervous around him as the others you met today. There was something so calming about him that washed your fears away. You shook your head from the thoughts and told yourself that you just met him today, you shouldn’t get ahead of yourself but it was hard not to.

You were laying in your bed scrolling through twitter when you got a text.

xxx-xxx-xxxx

hey its corpse

is this (Y/N)?

Your heart skipped a beat. You were excited Corpse texted you so fast, hoping you two could continue talking.

You

That’s me!

I thought you were going to sleep?

Corpse🥺🖤

nah i hardly ever sleep i just left because i didnt want to keep you up

i really enjoyed playing with you

You

I enjoyed playing with you too

We should play together again soon

Corpse🥺🖤

definitely

You’ve begun to become really good friends with Corpse over the past week. You and him would facetime each other whenever you could. You always were on facetime with him, actually. Whenever you were studying, you guys were talking. Whenever he was editing, you guys were talking. When you were about to go to bed, you guys were talking. 

Right now, you guys were facetiming as you were studying for an upcoming exam and he was trying to stay awake. You liked having him around when you were studying even if it was through a phone. You didn’t feel pressured to talk or have to worry about an awkward silence with him. It was comfortable silence.

You started to worry that you were keeping him up, though. “You can go to bed if you want,” You said softly as you looked up from your textbook to the black screen propped up against a few books. “ I don’t want to keep you up. You need some rest.”

“No..” He muttered, “I like having you around..”

“I like having you around too Corpsie but we can talk when you wake up.” You told him a little sternly in an effort to convince him to go to bed.

“Can I ask you something?” He asked out of the blue.

You paused before answering and shifted your gaze to the black screen once again. “Yeah sure, go ahead.” 

“Do you want to maybe stay over here for a bit?” He asked, “Whenever you’re free, I mean. If you don’t want to I get that too I just feel so drawn to you I want you closer to me. Is that weird? I’m sorry if that’s weird. Actually, forget I said-”

“I’d love to come over.” You told him with a smile. “When would you want me to be there?”

“As soon as possible.” He said in his raspy, tired voice. Butterflies formed in your stomach and you felt your heart skip a beat. This man was something else.

“I can be over there in the morning..” You start, “I just have to pack and everything. Is it okay if I bring Royal? I don’t want to leave him with my sister.” You look over to Royal sleeping peacefully on your bed, snoring away.

“Hell yeah!” Corpse exclaimed, “I love animals! Bring him over.” You giggled at his excitement.

Corpse ended up falling asleep soon after and you ended the call. As you were getting ready for bed you began to think of what Corpse’s place would be like and what you guys would do. You were definitely going to show him Stardew Valley, that was for sure. You pondered the thought of you finally confessing to him that you wanted to be not just his friend, but girlfriend. You’ve been wanting to do it for awhile now but you get too scared and end up chickening out, so you figured if he liked you like you like him, he’d make the first move. You started to make up scenarios in your head about finally hanging out with Corpse in person as you drifted off to sleep, hearing Royal snoring peacefully in the background.

It was the next morning and as soon as you woke up you changed into your favorite outfit and began to pack. You didn’t know how long you were staying for but you decided to pack about 2 weeks worth of clothes just to be on the safe side. Royal was sitting on the floor watching you as you hurried from your closet to the suitcase on your bed. You were happily humming as you were excited about the day. You heard your phone buzz and you quickly grabbed it from your bed as you saw the name pop up on the screen.

Corpse🥺🖤

hey :) 

heres the address:

You

Thanks! and hello 😊

You two texted until you were ready to go. You were definitely NOT looking forward to driving two and a half hours from LA to San Diego but you were so excited to see Corpse that the dread of the long car ride washed away.

You put Royal into his harness and plopped him in the back seat. He looked at you confused since he rarely ever gets to go for rides in the car. “We’re going to see a friend!” You tell him while petting his head. He then laid down and began to close his eyes.

After what seemed like forever you were finally outside Corpse’s apartment. You grabbed Royal and attached his leash to his harness and then proceeded to grab your giant (and heavy) suitcase out of the trunk. You struggled getting the suitcase up the apartment building stairs but you managed. You felt a sense of relief that his apartment building had an elevator so you didn’t have to deal with more stairs. The ones at the entrance were enough. While you were waiting for the elevator to take you to his floor you took this opportunity to text him.

You

On my way up!

Almost immediately after you sent it he read it. He started typing but the three dots quickly disappeared. Before you could question it the elevator doors opened to his floor. “Come on, Bud!” You said to Royal and motioned for him to go ahead. Royal got up from his sitting stance and lead the way. After passing 2 other doors, you were at Corpse’s. You knocked two times.

You heard shuffling on the other side and the door knob turning shortly after. Before you knew it, Corpse was in front of you. His eyes were looking at yours. You immediately smiled. “Hi.” Corpse said with a slight smile as well.

“Hi..” You said shyly. You didn’t know how to react now that he was in front of you and not behind a screen. He stepped aside and motioned for you to come inside. You entered his apartment and set your suitcase by the couch. Royal was pawing at Corpse’s leg, begging for pets.

“Aww, hi buddy!” Corpse said excitedly. “He’s so well behaved.” Corpse was talking to you now.

“Yeah, it took work though.” You laughed slightly. “Your place is really nice.” You said as you looked around. You noticed all of his mirrors were covered up, but you decided not to ask him about that. He probably had his reasons.

“Thank you.” Corpse said as he looked at you. “You look pretty.”

You blushed and turned your head away from him so he couldn’t see your pink cheeks. “Thank you.”

Corpse cleared his throat, “So uh, I don’t have a guest bedroom so I’ll take the couch for however long you want to stay.”

You quickly shot your head at him. “No no no I’m not letting you sleep on the couch in your own apartment.” You argued with him.

“Well, I’m not letting you sleep on the couch.” Corpse stated.

“Then we’ll share your bed.” You said with a shrug and headed towards his room to set your suitcase down, Royal following closely behind you. You didn’t see anything wrong with it. You and Rae share one whenever you guys sleep over at each other’s house and you thought this was no different

“O-okay.” He responded and quickly followed after you, “So, this is my room.” he said as you and him both entered.

“I like it!” You exclaimed as you looked around. You liked how dark it was in there. You smiled at him and he smiled back at you. That smile.. You thought and quickly fumbled with your suitcase as you set it down by his closet. Corpse came closer to you.

“Can I give you a hug?” Corpse said a little shyly, as if I’d say no.

“Of course!” You said and wrapped your arms around his neck. He was taken aback but quickly put his hands around your waist. You caught a whiff of his mild cologne which made you want to stay in the hug a little longer. You didn’t want to be weird though and pulled away from the embrace.

“I’m really happy you’re here.” He said as he looked into your eyes. I could kiss him right now, oh my God. Your mind raced, but you managed to get out some words.

“I am, too.” You said.

It’s only been about a day since you’ve been over at Corpse’s. Sharing the bed seems to be no big deal as he barely seems to sleep. You so far liked being there with him.

Right now, you were on the phone with an overly excited Rae.

“You’re at his HOUSE?!” She yelled excitedly in your ear. Your face cringed a little bit from the yelling.

“Yeah,” You told her, “He has a really nice place.” You said as you scanned his living room.

“I knew you guys would hit it off!” Rae said, “I should be a matchmaker or something.” You blushed at her comment.

“Nothing’s happened yet.” You said quietly, not wanting Corpse to hear you.

“Girl, you’re at his house.” Rae said in a obvious tone. You rolled your eyes.

“This could just mean he likes having me over as a FRIEND.” You told her. You were hoping that wasn’t the case though and Corpse did have feelings for you. You smiled at the thought.

“You are so oblivious.” Rae said with a sigh, “Anyway, I gotta go workout. Love ya! Hope everything goes well!” She said the last part in her sing songy voice.

“Love you too!” You said back and ended the call. What do I do now? You thought. Corpse was streaming so you couldn’t hangout with him right now and your physics class isn’t till a few hours. You were hungry, though, and decided to cook some lunch for you and Corpse. It’ll be a nice surprise for him. You smiled at the thought.

You made your delicious Dorito taco salad that you love so much. You made a bowl for Corpse as well and took it to his room where he resided. He didn’t seem to be streaming anymore and was just scrolling through Twitter on his computer.

“I come with food!” You say as you place the bowl down in front of him. You seem to have startled him as he jumped slightly when you spoke. He examined the bowl suspiciously.

“What is this?” He says cautiously of your creation.

“It’s Dorito taco salad.” You explain, “It has crushed up Doritos, of course, shredded chicken, lettuce, olives, and sour cream in it.” He seemed to be skeptical of it, which was a given every time you made it for someone new, but people ended up loving it when they tasted it. You were confused as to how many people found it weird since your mom made it for you when you were a kid a ton, so you were used to the delicious lunch dish.

“Okay.” He said and took a bite of it. His eyes lit up. “Oh my god, this is so good!” He exclaimed and took another bite. You giggled with excitement that he loved it like you did.

You both ate together and laid down on the bed as you talked about random things that were going on in your lives. You guys were laughing at a joke Corpse said until Corpse got serious.

“I have to tell you something.” Corpse said and looked into your eyes.

“Okay,” You said confused, “Go ahead.”

He took a deep breath. “I like you.” He confessed, “Like, romantically. I have for awhile now actually and I don’t know what it is about you and I thought I was done with love but you make me feel so happy and different from anyone else I’ve talked to. You don’t have to feel the same way but I couldn’t keep my feelings in for any longer.”

You paused for a moment. Is this actually happening? Are you in a dream? “I like you too, Corpse.” You say softly. His eyes beam with excitement..

“Really?” He asks.

You laugh at his bewilderment. “Yes, really!”

He tackles you in a hug on the bed. You giggle from his excitement. He’s on top of you and he lifts his head up from your neck to look you in the eyes. You get a rush of emotions as you see the care and love in his eyes as he’s looking at you.

You blurt out what you were thinking in that exact moment. “Kiss me.”

He leans in and kisses you softly. One hand is holding him up on the bed as the other is cupping your cheek. You take one hand and tangle it in his hair. This causes him to deepen the kiss with you. The kiss turns rough. You’re both so in the moment you don’t want to come up for air but you guys manage to keep going by taking in air when your lips part for brief moments. The hand that was cupping your cheek is now next to your head, taking the responsibility of holding him up. The other hand is trailing up and down your thigh, squeezing your thigh tightly ever so often. You eventually break the heated kiss and look up at him. You were hoping he could see the love you had for him in your eyes.

“I liked that.” You say smiling.

He chuckled at your words. “I like it too.”

[bestiesenpai]

youtuber Sukuna

I beg you to read the shitposts I made about this, they are delicious. You don’t have to of course but...if you loved me you would :) s/n = screen name, and I hope you chuckle at Sukunas screen name

Content warning: uhmhm lowkey incel shit(mean internet comments and whatnot)

part two --- part 3

Name: Sukuna. Age: 25. Height: 6 foot 5 inches. Occupation: toxic Youtuber, fitness trainer and hot guy.

Sukuna wasn’t exactly known for being kind. He wasn’t nice to others, rarely having anything good to say about anyone, and he’d made a successful Youtube career out of it. First starting as a fitness trainer at his gym, through encouragement from his clients and the notion of a quick cash grab, he started Youtube.

He didn’t care about it and that reflected in the quality of his videos and editing. He didn’t have consistent uploads, just filming and posting videos whenever he wanted, analytics be fucked. But somehow, that worked out for him, and he quickly found himself with over two million subscribers just frothing at the mouth for his next video.

And those subscribers were some of the worst people. Sukuna didn’t care about fostering a safe space online for others, not in the slightest. His comment sections were atrocious, both on his Youtube and his Instagram. It was full of toxic men one-upping each other constantly and dragging on each other for not being able to work out as much as Sukuna did.

Sukuna was a large part of why his fanbase were so toxic. He himself often made bad comments about others, whether fellow creators or people that happened to appear in the backgrounds of his videos, and on more than one occasion he’d been ‘cancelled’. None of that mattered though, all he cared about was shitting on other people and making money.

Sometimes he played video games and posted it, but not too often. Sukuna often stated he wasn’t so much of a fucking lonely loser that he’d play video games all the time, and so the gaming videos he did post were few and far between. He played angry shooter games and GTA, mindless button clicking he could get lost in for a few hours for a video.

Laying in bed one night after uploading his most recent video, one where he rages at 12 year olds on GTA online, Sukuna was just scrolling through his phone mindlessly. After he uploads video game content, like clockwork, he gets recommendations for gaming channels. He only watches a few of them, mostly leaving mean comments saying what losers they are, but one catches his eye.

He’s never been recommended this kind of video before. The thumbnail is light and bright with some pink aesthetic lights in the back. But the most enticing thing is the person in the middle, cute pink cat ear headphones on and a bright smile.

“Let’s see…” Sukuna mumbles to himself, mindlessly clicking the video. He hasn’t even read the title, he only clicked it because they were cute, and here he is nearly blinded by the bright setup they have.

“Hi everyone, it’s (Y/N) here and I’m really excited today! We’re going to be playing this new game I found!” Sukuna is immediately enraptured by the sound of your voice, watching how your face changes as you talk. His eyes drift off to the decor behind you, cute plushies and healthy plants, and some twinkling fairy lights. There’s books as well, and your chair is one of those ergonomic gamer chairs he has as well but in pink.

Sukuna watches the video dumbly, totally in the dark about whatever you’re doing, but loving it all the same. All he knows is that he likes the sound of your voice, and when you laugh and smile at a funny part in the game, it makes a light flush come to his cheeks.

It only takes one video for Sukuna to spiral into more of your content. He watches a video on your gaming setup, and he’s surprised that so much technology can come in pink. He watches a video on how you edit, a few of you cooking in your kitchen, and even a few vlog videos.

He quickly subscribes to your channel, and when you plug your social media, he immediately goes there. Pulling up your Instagram, he stares at your profile picture and almost audibly coos at you for being cute.

Your profile is just as cute as your videos are and Sukuna barely remembers to follow you before he’s going through your whole feed, liking every picture he sees. Sometimes he leaves comments, only one word though, ‘cute’. He’s never liked something so outright cute before, it wasn’t who he was and it definitely didn’t fit with his brand.

Falling asleep after following you on every platform, Sukuna wakes up thinking about you as well. And he also wakes up to hundreds of comments from all his accounts, bombarding him with questions and screenshots from last night.

‘SUKUNA WHY WOULD YOU LIKE THIS SHIT?!’

‘OMG Sukuna liked (Y/N)s posts!!’

‘Sukuna is so gross and toxic, you better stay away from (Y/N)!’

‘SUKUNA YOU GAY NOW’

‘EW why the fuck do you like this bitch?’

There were hundreds of comments that he waded through. Most were from his fans, expressing disgust at how many photos of yours he’d liked and wondering why he, Sukuna, most heterosexual alpha male on the planet, would like a pretty in pink Youtuber who had bubbly intros and whined when their animal crossing villagers wanted to move away.

Other comments were from your fans, some in awe that he would like you considering how much he said he hated overly cute things. Other fans expressed concern, worried what this might mean for their favorite Youtuber. Did Sukuna want to cause problems, potentially hurting you? He did have a reputation of bullying others, so this wasn’t far fetched.

Checking your Instagram, you didn’t make any comment about it. There wasn’t any update or anything, but on his end he was being tagged in endless Twitter threads with screenshots of him liking your posts and commenting under them.

“For fucks sake.” He grunted, clenching his phone in his hands. The amount of notifications he was getting were starting to upset him and he nearly threw his phone to get them to stop.

Ignoring his phone for the rest of the day, Sukuna went to the gym like he always did and trained with his clients. Some of them brought it up to him, asking him if he had a mind break last night and forgot what he was doing. Sending them harsh glares, Sukuna refused to talk about it.

“Oh my fucking god.” Sukuna nearly wailed when he got home, finally checking his phone. His name and yours had begun trending, and the hashtag #protect(Y/N) was also. Muttering angrily under his breath, Sukuna turned on Instagram live.

“Okay what the fuck!” He shouted, seeing the live become instantly flooded with people all screaming about you and him. “You’re all fucking annoying, you know that?” Glaring harshly at the camera, he read some of the comments that went by.

‘WHY’D YOU LIKE (Y/N)S POSTS FROM 2017’

‘Are you two secretly dating??’

‘COLLAB!’

“Who gives a shit why I liked their stuff, you’re a fucking weirdo for keeping track of me. And we aren’t secretly dating, dipshits.” Rolling his eyes, Sukuna scoffed as more comments came in begging for a collaboration. “And think about it you morons, why would we collab? Our shit is too fucking different, what would we even film about?”

Sukuna stayed on Instagram live for nearly an hour answering questions asking about you. Every time he had to answer that you weren’t secretly dating, he got a little more annoyed. Not at the comments themselves but at the fact that it was true; you didn’t even know he existed.

Ending the live in a huff, Sukuna didn’t feel any better than before, and it was made even worse by the fact that everything he said was being relayed to Twitter, and you were tagged in every tweet.

“These idiots!” Staring at his phone, Sukuna couldn’t believe what he was seeing. On your Instagram stories, you’d posted a q&a for your followers, and nearly all of the comments were about Sukuna.

“Hi everyone! No, me and Sukuna aren’t dating!” You said, laughing a little to ease how uncomfortable you were. “To be honest, I’ve never even heard of him before! As you know, my content is very...different from his, so our circles don’t exactly intersect. But I’m always happy to have new followers and potential friends!”

“Fuck me.” Sukuna groaned, cringing at how uncomfortable you looked having to address the sudden onslaught of questions. For once he wished he’d actually given a shit about his online presence, so that maybe one day your circles could intersect. He knew he scared you, he scared a lot of people, and this was just proof.

“Uh, Sukuna if you see this, hi it’s nice to meet you!” You said in the next slide, puffing out your cheeks and waving cutely at the camera. It made Sukuna blush, and he hated it. “Thank you for following me and liking my content! I was very surprised that you found me!”

“Of course I did, idiot, you’re fucking cute.” He muttered under his breath.

“I know a lot of people are asking for us to do a video together and I know our content is really different, so don’t feel pressured to respond or anything, but the offer is open! If you’d like, we can collab on something.”

“On what?” He asked like you were there.

“I cook sometimes, and I know you cook too! Maybe we can make a cooking video? You can teach me how to make healthy food or something!” Sukuna could tell a fake laugh when he heard one, and you definitely had one right now. “Anyways, thank you! Bye Sukuna!” But hearing you say his name cutely like that made him not care.

He nearly responded right away, accepting the collab offer now that you’d spoken about it, but he didn’t want to seem desperate. He watched through the rest of your Instagram stories, going back and replaying the parts where you talked about him over and over and his heart clenched every time when you said his name.

In the dead of night, Sukuna DM’s you after watching your latest video and leaving the simple comment ‘check your DM’s’.

“Fuck, what should I say?” He’s suddenly stumped as he looks at the keyboard. Typing and retyping a message, in the end all he can say is hi. He doesn’t expect a reply, ever, but when he gets a vibration on his phone two seconds later he jumps to read it.

(S/N): hi Sukuna! :)

(cursedgod): hey

Real fucking smart, repeating what he just said.

(S/N): is there something you wanted to talk to me about?

(S/N): I hope you haven’t been annoyed at all the notifications you’ve been getting!

(cursedgod): No it’s okay

(cursedgod): we can collab if you want

Good Sukuna, good. Play it cool, don’t let them know that your fingers are actually trembling because you’re nervous.

(S/N): do you want to?? I don’t want to pressure you! I know we’re pretty different haha

(cursedgod): yeah, let's do it. Cooking?

(S/N): sure!

Looking around his home, he was suddenly assaulted with the fact that he didn’t have any furniture. He barely had a proper bedroom, just a mattress on a bare frame and a dresser. His lounge room was the same with his computer setup in one corner and then nothing else. There was only a couch, a mounted TV and a fold out table and chairs for his dining room.

(cursedgod): I know a studio kitchen we can use, I’ll send you the address

Thank god he’d done promo work for a brand in a studio one day, otherwise he’d be fucked.

(S/N): awesome! I’m free next Saturday!

And just like that, it was a date. Well, a meeting. Sukuna knew it wasn’t a date, but his heart still thumped like it was one. Confirming the time, he ended the conversation with a curt goodbye and obsessed about it throughout the night.

When the day to meet you came, Sukuna nearly ran late trying to pick out his clothes. He’d never cared about looking good or presenting himself well in front of others, whatever version of him he turned up in was what they got. But for you, he wanted to try a little harder.

Waiting outside the studio space, Sukuna rubbed his hands together nervously. You’d messaged a day or two ago offering to put the video on your channel since it probably wouldn’t fit his aesthetic, so he didn’t have to bring his shitty camera equipment.

“S-sukuna?” Snapping his head up, Sukunas mouth fell open looking at your curious face a few feet away, an Uber driving off behind you. You were even cuter in person, just his fucking luck. How was he expected to act like a normal person when his recent obsession was here looking better than he could have imagined.

“Hi.” What comes out is a grunt, not the smooth word he’d hoped. He can see you eyeing him up, taking in all the thick and corded muscles of his body. It made his chest puff out a little, he worked hard for this physique and to have you so openly looking at him made him happy.

“It’s nice to meet you!” Sticking your hand out, you smiled politely at him.

“Same.” Shaking your hand with a firm grip, Sukuna could feel the difference in your palms. Yours was soft and nicely moisturized and he had callouses everywhere and a few cuts and scrapes.

Opening the door for you, Sukuna led you to the studio space he’d rented out. It was a clean and modern kitchen, not unlike his own, but it had appliances and looked actually lived in. Helping you set up a few camera angles, Sukuna felt a pang of nerves hit him in the stomach.

“Sukuna, can we take a picture together?” You asked before starting, and Sukunas brow furrowed deeply. Why would you want to take a picture with him? His expression must have scared you, because you quickly backtracked. “F-for promo for this video, on Instagram and stuff!”

“Sure.” God, did he feel bad or what. He shouldn’t have made that face at you, now you wouldn’t look him in the eye. Crouching down to get the right angle for you, Sukuna watched you pick a cute animal filter.

“Just do what I do.” Throwing up a peace sign, you cutely tilted your head from side to side and smiled. Sukuna tried to do the same but he looked awkward, and most of all he was blushing pretty bad.

You snapped a multitude of pictures, some at different angles and some with different filters, and in all of them Sukuna was blushing at least a little. He managed to smile more as it went on, even laughing at one of the filters.

“Thanks! I’m going to post these really quick and then we can get started!” Giving him a brief smile, you turned back to your phone and set about editing some of the pictures. Looking over your shoulder, Sukuna could see that he looked like a blushing high schooler meeting their idol for the first time and not a grown man.

Once the photos were posted and you tagged him in everything, it was time to start. Setting up your marks on the floor, you took a generous drink of water and cleared your throat.

“Are you ready for the intro? I’ll start it and introduce you, okay?” You’d actually prepared a script for yourself, and showed Sukuna as well.

“Okay.” Stepping in front of the camera, Sukuna bristled at feeling you so close to him. Your arm brushed his casually as you were fixing your shirt, and Sukuna was glad he’d worn his most expensive cologne for this.

“Hi everyone, welcome to today's video! As you know, I’m (Y/N), and today we have a special guest today!” Throwing your arms in the air, you motioned to Sukuna.

“Hi.” He nodded, barely cracking a smile. He could feel you looking at him like you wanted to say something, but he didn’t look.

“So, many people have been asking for us to do a collaboration and it’s finally here!” Clapping your hands lightly, you rocked on your heels and nudged his shoulder with yours. “Do you want to tell them what we’ll be doing today?”

“Uh-” The playful nudge you’d given him was enough to make Sukuna short circuit. “I-I-” He suddenly couldn’t remember how to speak. “Rice?”

“Let’s try that again.” You laughed. “Do you want to tell them what we’ll be doing today?” This time, you didn’t nudge him with your shoulder.

“We’re gonna…” the words were on the tip of his tongue, they wanted to come out and be spoken but he couldn’t do it.

“It’s okay, it’s okay!” Nodding reassuringly, you took a deep breath in and out, and Sukuna shakily copied. “One more try?” When he looked at you, Sukuna expected to see a hint of annoyance in your face, but there was none. You were just smiling softly at him, waiting for his answer.

“Yeah. I’ll uh, I’ll get it next time.” Stepping away from the camera, Sukuna took a drink of water and cleared his throat. Cracking the bones in his neck, he took a deep breath and came back. “Let’s do it.” No more fucking embarrassments.

“Do you want to tell them what we’ll be doing today?” You asked for the third time, slightly swaying your body side to side this time.

“We’re gonna make katsudon today.” Finally, the words he wanted to say came out.

“That’s right! As you can see, Sukuna is really fit!” You immediately hopped in, giving his arm a brief squeeze. “And he knows how to make a ton of healthy meals!”

“Mhmm.”

“So I asked if he could help teach me, and all of you at home, how to make it!” Smiling at the camera, you waited a few seconds before relaxing and turning it off. “Did you like that? We can refilm it if you want.”

“No, it’s okay.” Running a hand through his hair, he pointed to the bag of rice he’d brought. “Let’s get started on this shit.”

Taking fifteen minutes to film the two of you filling up the rice cooker, when it was over, you set about getting aesthetic shots of the other ingredients. Sukuna tried to seem casual off to the side on his phone, but he was really watching you.

Getting started on chopping the ingredients, Sukuna somehow managed to say the things he was supposed to without stuttering too badly. He was amazed that you could make the things he was doing sound so interesting, your narration as you held the camera and tried to do things yourself was impressive to the man that barely knew anything about cameras.

“Sukuna, I need help cutting the meat.” You whined, tapping the meat on the cutting board with a knife. “I don’t remember how you showed me.”

“Here.” Without thinking, Sukuan grabbed your hand with the knife in it and moved it for you. “You just have to move your wrist more, it’s not that hard.” Doing it a few times, when Sukuna felt your chest expand with air against his, that’s when he realized how close the two of you were. “S-sorry.” Immediately jumping back, he stared at the floor.

“Thanks!” Giving him a smile, you kept at it.

“I’ll fry the meat.” Stepping in as soon as you were done, Sukuna already had the hot oil ready. He was eager to cook and do something with his hands instead of - what he felt like - was awkwardly watching you off to the side.

“Okay!” Grabbing the camera, you focused on the pan. “You’re really good at this, Sukuna!”

“T-thanks.” Staring directly at the pan, Sukuna didn’t look away. Even with the hot oil popping up from the pan a few times and burning his fingers, he didn’t flinch at all.

“Ow!” But you did. Your hand had gotten too close, and when Sukuna flipped the meat, some of the oil had gotten on your hand.

“Shit.” Abandoning the pan, Sukuna was ready to drag you over to the sink for some cool water.

“I-it’s okay, it was only a little.” Shaking your stinging hand, you point to the food. “But I think the meat might burn.”

“Shit!”

Narrowly avoiding disaster with the meat, when it came time to cook the eggs, you made a joke about how you liked your eggs in the morning and Sukuna burnt them almost immediately. While not an overtly sexual comment, the implications of the words still affected him.

Somehow, he managed to make the dish come together and while his plated dish didn’t come out the best, yours looked at least halfway decent with overcooked meat and burnt eggs. The only things not messed up were the rice and vegetables, and even then Sukuna was surprised.

“We did it everyone, we made katsudon!” Holding up the bowls, you smiled big and nudged Sukunas shoulder again. “You saw we had a few mishaps along the way, but that’s okay, that’s what made it fun.”

“Yeah, it was fun.” Sukuna chuckled. Despite him being more nervous than he’d ever thought possible, he had fun cooking alongside you.

“Sukuna, will you try mine? I made it super pretty and everything.” Holding your dish up to him, Sukuna wasn’t expecting you to do that. Now he felt bad that his looked so ugly and like a teenaged boy made it; he almost said no.

Eating yours though, somehow it tasted better than he was expecting. It must have been how you prepared it, and the fact that you cared so much about the presentation. Eating it in silence, he let you eat in peace as well for a few minutes and compliment the food to the camera.

“Alright, that’s the end of the video!” Putting your bowl down, you turned to Sukuna. “I had so much fun today, thanks for filming this with me.” Now was his chance to make everything better. Putting his bowl down and bolstering himself with confidence, Sukuna threw his arm over your shoulder and pulled you close to him.

“Thank you (Y/N), I really did enjoy today. I hope we can film again soon!” He squeezed your shoulder and smiled really big at not only you but the camera as well. He knew he was blushing, he knew that even the tip of his nose was a nice rosy shade, but he didn’t care. If people teased him for it, then so be it. But he wanted you to know how he truly felt.

“R-really? You want to?” You asked, looking up at Sukuna from your place smooshed against his body.

“Really.”

“Aww, well you heard it here first everyone! Sukuna wants to shoot another video with me!” Clapping your hands a few times, you waved at the camera. “Okay, bye everyone!”

“Bye.” Sukuna waved too, waiting a few seconds before letting you go and turning off the camera.

“Sukuna, did you really mean it? You want to film another video with me?” You were in utter disbelief. All this time, he’d just seemed very standoffish, if not a little awkward around you. You were happy to film this video with him, he had way more followers than you and it would help boost both your channels, and to hear him say that just made it even better.

“Yeah, I was serious.” Sukuna spoke around stuffing his mouth with the food he still had left. He was more hungry than he thought, the nerves doing a good job of twisting his stomach during the video. Now that it’s over, he can finally relax.

“That makes me really happy.” Eating the rest of your food as well, you leant against the counter. “This is gonna sound kind of mean, but I was really scared to film with you today. I thought you were going to be really mean.”

“Shit, you did?” He grimaced, letting out a sigh. “Sorry I had you worried.” He could already imagine the comments you would get from his fans.

“It’s okay! You’re actually way nicer in person, I was surprised!”

“That’s good.”

“And you’re really buff, you have muscles in places I didn’t even know were possible!” You laughed bashfully at that comment, and avoided looking at him when he stared at you in shock. “I couldn’t help but notice…”

Were you checking him out? Had you been checking him out this whole time and he didn’t even realize? He had seen you eyeing him up when you first met, but were you looking at him like that at other times as well? Now he’d really have to watch your video to see if it was true.

“Thanks, it’s my job.” Could he have said that any lamer? “My job outside of all this, I mean. I’m a trainer at this fancy gym downtown.”

“Oh, I’ve seen some of your videos at your gym! I know which one you’re talking about.”

“You do? You’ve seen my videos?” If he wasn’t surprised before, he was now.

“Yeah, you know I had to do a little research beforehand.” You nodded, beginning to clean up the dishes around you. “And I know you’ve already watched almost all of my videos, so it only seemed fair.”

Did you have to bring that up? Now Sukuna was embarrassed again.

“Y-yeah, I did.” Clearing his throat, Sukuna helped gather the dishes. He took up washing them, another task he could do to get his mind off you. As you took down the camera equipment, he nearly broke several dishes and utensils from scrubbing too hard.

“I’ll call you an Uber.” He said when all was said and done and you were back at the front of the building.

“You don’t have to, it’s okay.”

“No, I want to.” Quickly calling you a ride, Sukuna fiddled with his phone a little more. “Uh, could I- could I-” His voice kept leaving him, and he had to cough a few times. “Can I get your number? I really liked your camera shit and I want to improve mine.” Okay, it wasn’t a total lie. He did like your setup and wanted to make his just as good, but he really wanted your number to potentially talk to you more about things outside of Youtube.

“Sure! Go ahead and type it in.” You were quick to give him your phone, a cute pink phone case on the back of it. Typing it in, he can’t help but notice the little devil emoji you add by his name. He wants to ask, but your ride is already pulling up.

“Bye!” Setting all your camera gear inside the car, you turn and wave goodbye.

“See ya.” Just as you’re about to close the car door, Sukuna gets a burst of confidence. “Text me when you get home, okay?”

“Okay!” And off you go. Sukuna watches the car drive off until he can’t see it anymore. He takes his time getting to his own place, eagerly awaiting your message with every step. But even when you do message him, all he can do is send a thumbs up back and nothing else.

It’s about two and a half days after that that you text him again, letting him know you’re done editing and that you’re going to post the video soon. It wasn’t a very long video to begin with, so the editing was simple enough. Sukuna replied with what appeared to be a lackluster ‘can’t wait’, but on the inside he was shaking. He’d already screenshot all the pictures the two of you took together and added them to a folder.

“Here we go.” As soon as the video went live, Sukuna watched it. He was mortified as soon as it started at the blush so evident on his cheeks, and how it stayed throughout the whole thing. He groaned at the part where he helped you cut up the meat, he almost wishes you’d cut it out. Every little detail that made him embarrassed was there, every little nuance of his actions you’d managed to capture and make it cute.

(Y/N): How do you like it??

You texted him after twenty minutes, eager to hear his thoughts.

(Sukuna): it’s good, good editing and stuff

(Y/N): yay! I’m going to read comments in a few hours, you should too! I bet people will be really shocked!

(Sukuna): yeah no doubt

Oh, he was definitely going to read the comments. Whereas you were going to wait for a fair few to come in before commenting, Sukuna frequently refreshed the page and read the new ones as they came in. You were right, a lot of people were surprised, but he also saw a lot of his fans as well.

‘Ew Sukuna really cooked for that bitch? They can’t do it themselves?’

‘Yeah, why do they have to rely on him? Useless as fuck lol’

‘Sukuna only did this to get laid, (Y/N) looks like an easy fuck’

All of those comments, and many more, made his blood boil. Usually, he wouldn’t care at all about the comments, letting them fester in his comment section and spiral out of control. But for you, it was different.

‘Fuck off and die you pieces of shit. Leave (Y/N) alone or say it to my fucking face’

Sukuna sent that message, along with a variety of other threats, to all the people that insulted you. He didn’t care that this wasn’t his channel and that you would deal with it in whatever way you wanted to. He needed to defend you against the unwanted audience he’d brought you.

Luckily, after seeing Sukunas messages, all of his fans backed off. They knew how serious he was about his threats and there were many rumors that he actually did go and beat people up who said things he didn’t like. No one wanted to be on the receiving end of his torment.

With Sukunas name attached to the video and his heavy presence in the comment section, the video easily went viral. It was easily the most viewed video on your channel, getting on the trending pages of several different platforms.

(Sukuna): hey

It’s nearly a week after the first video that Sukuna messages you, and the hype is still going strong, and your follower count grows greatly from it.

(Y/N): hi! What’s up?

(Sukuna): do you want to film a video for my channel now? We can play a game, I have a few

(Y/N): sure that sounds fun!

Oh how wrong you were. The game Sukuna chose was a scary game, a shooter game with scary zombies and a lot of possible jumpscares. He doesn’t tell you either, so on the night of filming - he insisted on it being nighttime to get the full scary effect - you were caught off guard.

“I don’t know about this.” You whined once you saw the title. The two of you were video calling alongside playing the game together, and Sukuna’s eyes flicked to your figure on the screen.

“It’ll be okay, I’ll carry you, don’t worry.” He had started filming as soon as he’d set up the game, and you were filming yourself as well for him.

“You promise it won’t be too scary?”

“If it’s too scary just close your eyes and I’ll protect you.” Smiling softly at you, he started up the game. The beginning was fine, just a quick introduction to the game, but as soon as things started to get moving, you were scared.

“Sukuna a zombie is eating me!” You screamed, frantically pushing buttons in an attempt to get it off.

“It’s okay!” He quickly got rid of it, and made sure to stay close to your character as the story progressed.

“(Y/N) stay by me, there’s about to be a whole lot of them.”

“Close your eyes there’s about to be a jump scare here.”

“Don’t worry about getting that item, I’ll grab it for you!”

Sukuna nearly forgot he was being filmed, saying sweet things to you to help encourage you and make sure you weren’t overwhelmed. There were many parts where you screamed in fright and Sukuna was there to coo at you and tell you it was okay. He made sure that your character never died, making sure to keep you close until the end of the game.

“Sukuna, that was so hard!” Squishing your cheeks in your hands, you looked at him through your phone.

“It was fun though, wasn’t it? I had fun with you.” Completely abandoning the game, he stared down at his phone with a soft smile on his face.

“Yeah, when there weren’t so many zombies.” You stuck your tongue out at him, and it made him laugh. Leaning his head into his hand, Sukuna grinned when you yawned.

“Aw, are you tired? Better go to sleep soon.” His voice dropped to a lower volume, like you were right next to him.

“I will.” You yawned again and it made Sukuna yawn as well.

“Get off the phone and go to bed, you’re making me tired too.”

“Fine.” Whining out the word, you waved sleepily. “Goodnight Sukuna, I’ll send you the video files in the morning, okay?”

“Night.” Waving back, Sukuna waited until you hung up to turn his stuff off as well.

In the morning, Sukuna was ready to edit. What usually took him a week to edit out of laziness, he took only a day to edit this video with you together. Rewatching the footage, he nearly gagged at seeing how soft his face got when he looked at you, and most of those parts were left in because he couldn’t stand to watch them and fix them.

(Sukuna): videos up

The next day, he messaged you. Once again Sukuna patrolled the comments, swiftly deleting any that said even a hint of a bad thing about you. There was less this time, what with Sukuna adding a warning at the beginning of the video threatening anyone that talked down at you.

This video, like the first, went viral. But for a much different reason. Since Sukuna was emotionally unable to deal with how sappy he was and edit those parts out, everyone got to see how soft he was for you. If the comments weren’t mean, they were screaming about how you and Sukuna must be dating now, because why else would he look at you and talk to you like that?

And much to Sukuna’s dismay, there were also fancam edits of you two together. Any clippable moment of him being sweet on you in the videos you’d made together along with the photos you’d posted on Instagram were edited together and posted on Twitter. You both were tagged in every single one, making sure Sukuna saw all the videos of you and him together. He saved all of them too, delighting in the way you looked with him with all those pretty filters.

By the end of the day, people were trying to put a ship name together for the two of you and he’s seen you repost a few fancams with cute messages of thanks as well. Seeing you receptive to the fans screaming about the two of you made him happy, even if he was still too nervous to text you about anything outside of Youtube.

As more comments came in, people on Twitter were begging him to do a vlog with you. You had quite a few on your channel, going to cafes or filming what your day or week was like. Sukuna had watched them all and was jealous of every single person that appeared alongside you.

(Y/N): hey I’m doing a live on Instagram if you want to join me! I know people really like us together lol it’ll be great for views

(Sukuna): sure

Did you want him to join now? He’d just gotten out of the shower and thrown on a pair of sweats, he wasn’t exactly decent. But he didn’t want to waste time getting ready only for you to end the live.

“Hi Sukuna!” You smiled and waved when he appeared on the screen.

“Hey.” He waved back, not caring about the angle he was holding the camera in. He saw hearts begin to fill up the screen and comments started to fly by, almost all in caps about the fact he was shirtless talking to you.

“Guys, don’t be weird! Who cares that Sukuna is shirtless?” You tried to stop them, but it was clear you were flustered as well. You weren’t looking at him, peeking at him through the screen a few times.

“God you’re all thirsty as fuck.” Sukuna finally looked at himself on the screen. He was shirtless and in bed, hair slightly damp and tousled on his pillow. Reading a few comments, he shot up. “Of course I’m wearing pants, you nasty fuck!” Storming out of bed, he stood in front of the only mirror in his house that wasn’t in the bathroom and turned the camera around. “See, look!”

“Oh.” Gasping softly, you were glad Sukuna didn’t notice you screenshot the live. Clad in only gray sweatpants, Sukuna’s freshly cleaned skin gleamed in the light of his bedroom and every single muscle and edge of his body was on display.

“There, told you I wasn’t fucking naked.” Rolling his eyes, he flopped back down on the bed. None of the comments had gotten any better, all of them talking about how hot he was and how you were so lucky to know him in real life.

“L-let's talk about something else.” You stammered, not showing your face on camera for a few minutes. Sukuna laughed at the comments teasing you for being embarrassed, agreeing with some of them under his breath.

“So, what the fuck are you all doing here?” Sukuna posed the question at the chat, but at you as well.

“Well before you came everyone was talking about you...and you know how everyone has been begging for us to vlog?” You started off slowly, peeking an eye at his face.

“Yeah?”

“I wanted to call you to ask how you felt about that?” How he felt? Why did you want to know?

“You couldn’t have texted me that?” That wasn’t necessarily what he wanted to say, but it made you chuckle, so it was okay.

“No! I wanted to ask so everyone could know!”

“I don’t mind it.” If you wanted to vlog with him, he would do it in a heartbeat.

“So…” Worrying your lip, you looked off camera for a few seconds before looking directly at Sukuna. “Would you like to be in a vlog with me, at a cafe? It’s outside the city, kind of far, but we can rent a car or-”

“Yes.” Sukuna interrupted, nodding his head quickly. “I’ll come. We don’t have to rent a car, I’ll drive.”

“Really?” The comments were just as shocked as you were. Sukuna never filmed anywhere but his home and the gym, this would be a monumental occasion.

“Did you want me to say no?”

“No!” You screamed immediately, nearly dropping your phone. “I just- I wasn’t expecting you to say yes!”

“Well I did.” Sukuna bit his lip, running a hand through his hair and flexing his arm. “So I guess it’s a date, huh?” His normal asshole confidence was back now that you were appearing through a screen and not right next to him. A surprised sound came from the back of your throat, and you nearly dropped the phone again.

“Y-yeah! A date!” It felt good to have you flustered for once and not Sukuna. Laughing heartily at you, Sukuna smirked at the comments.

“Was that all you wanted to ask me or was there something more?”

“No, that was it!”

“Alright.” Licking his lip and letting his tongue hang out of his mouth a little, Sukuna watched you bite your lip as well. “Well I’m gonna go, I got stuff to do, but I’ll text you later (Y/N).” Dropping his voice as he said goodbye, Sukuna left the livestream.

“Holy fuck.” As soon as his phone was off, Sukuna let out a breath he’d been holding in. His heart was pounding hard despite how confident he was in his actions. Flirting was nothing new to him, but with you it felt different and like he’d never done it before in his life.

He watched the rest of your livestream while he finished getting ready for bed, laughing at the comments still teasing you about getting flustered with him. The notifications for Twitter were going off as well, and he knew for sure that there were new fancams for him to check out later.

(Y/N): Sukuna!! You’re so embarrassing!

Texting him after your stream, your cheeks were still burning at the memory.

(Sukuna): hey, you said it would be good for views and it was

(Y/N): I know…

(Y/N): did you really mean it, about coming with me?

(Sukuna): of course. If I didn’t want to I would have said no

(Y/N): that’s good lol!

There was a lull in conversation, and Sukuna nearly fell asleep waiting for you to either text him again or for him to figure out what to say next.

(Y/N): so, a date huh? Are you going to bring me flowers?

Now he was awake. He didn’t expect you to bring that up again, and his eyes flew open. Sukuna’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, mind going blank on what to say.

(Y/N): lol just kidding! I know you only said that for the stream! I’ll text you later about the details, I’m about to knock out

(Y/N): goodnight :)

Well shit. Now he definitely wanted it to be a date.