#anyway keep a look out over the next 12 hours for posts on the new issue of Moon Knight (2021) 👀

[age-of-moonknight]

Moon Knight Ladies

Moon Knight of Earth-16558, a horseman of Apocalypse

(Extraordinary X-Men #8)

Created by Jeff Lemire (yes, that Jeff Lemire) and Humberto Ramos, this particular iteration of Moon Knight appears in Extraordinary X-Men (Vol. 1/2016), issues #8-11. Honestly, she doesn't say much, but during her few appearances, she sure does manage to look cool. (I’m unfortunately a simple person and I’m not immune to “character design = cool bladed weapon.”)

(Panels from Extraordinary X-Men #9 and #10 respectively)

We don't know much about her and even her name was never revealed, but interestingly enough, she seems to share Marc's resistance to telepathy.

(Surprise Moon Knight from Extraordinary X-Men #9)

There's also this interesting moment where she alludes to Marc Spector and Khonshu, but this is pretty much all we get to see of her character before she's rather efficiently dispatched by Nightcrawler.

(Extraordinary X-Men #11)

but gosh she looked cool in the meantime

#Marvel #Marvel comics #Marvel 16558 #Moon Knight comics #Extraordinary X-Men #Moon Knight Ladies #rather ironic considering X-Man: Apocalypse with Oscar Isaac as the eponymous Apocalypse would be released two months #after Extraordinary X-Men 8’s release and with Oscar Isaac being…well…Moon Knight of course hahaha #maybe there’s something to be done with red string and connecting Jeff Lemire + Moon Knight + Oscar Isaac + Apocalypse #I’m connecting dots I swear hahaha #anyway keep a look out over the next 12 hours for posts on the new issue of Moon Knight (2021) 👀

[ncteez]

hard hour thought of the day:

seungcheol out of nowhere, suggesting a threesome, because you know… he’s seungcheol. out of the 12 other boys, you decide to invite wonwoo to the said threesome. and cheol doesn’t like ANY second of it. he’s just too nice to tell wonwoo but his actions definitely say otherwise. giving him death glares, and his signature eyebrow raises at the poor guy who just wanted to have a good time. when all is said and done, wonwoo decides to lay with you for a sec post-nut, and cheol would say: okay uhm me and y/n are kinda tired so i think you should go (like RIGHT NOW). once wonwoo leaves, cheol says, YEAH WE’RE NEVER DOING THAT EVER AGAIN.

okay thank you for coming to my ted talk 🤸🏻‍♀️🤸🏻‍♀️

ok ok but hold on,

warnings: double vaginal penetration.

Seungcheol thought it could be fun to suggest a threesome, mostly just to say the two of you did it and leave it there. He offered a choice of his 12 friends, but in his head that list was really only like two people he would actually be okay with having in the bed with the two of you. The two people he would have preferred were the two he knows couldn't do better than him, and the two who were most likely to embarrass themselves.

He knew if he said all of that though, you'd take note of his issue and probably call the whole thing off.

so of course, when you say Wonwoo, he's both offended and kind of competitive. He hates the idea, because he's heard stories of how Wonwoo is in bed. Unfortunately, he allows it against his own better judgement.

Shoot to the day of reckoning. Wonwoo is excited, you're getting excited and putting on Seungcheol's favorite set of lingerie on you, (he's mad too bc THAT'S FOR HIS EYES ONLY D:<)

fr, it took everything in him that morning to not post a sign on the apartment door that says "NO WONWOO ALLOWED." and god, he wishes he did, especially when he sees his friend's cock for the first time??? why is he so huge? Not as big as him of course, but still big enough to have you eating him up with your eyes.

Seungcheol makes it super competitive, sending death glares, laughing when Wonwoo does something he knows you don't like, and even trying to keep you for himself so his friend can get stuck with the hand job or blow job.

Wonwoo, bless him, is really just trying to have a good time but keeps getting overshadowed by Seungcheol. You moan for Wonwoo? Seungcheol is putting his fingers in your mouth. You ask for wonwoo to fuck you faster? Deeper? Seungcheol watches until he can't take anymore and ultimately shoves Wonwoo out of the way to give it to you juuuust the way you like. Of course he takes note of how Seungcheol is acting, so he kind of tones himself down, only doing what you ask and waiting to see if you call Seungcheol out.

You do at one point, when you're asking for double penetration. At first, Seungcheol is cool with it, he gets the ass though. That is, until he starts trying to push in and you stop him, implying that you meant double vaginal penetration.

Oh, great heavens. Wonwoo is in heaven at the sheer mention of it, and Seungcheol is in fucking hell because now his cock has to rub against Wonwoo's while your pussy clenches??? Anyway, you get into position, moving Wonwoo under you so his cock fits inside of you snuggly, and Seungcheol scoots up between your legs (ignoring Wonwoo's, spread out around him too), and slowly slides in next.

I mean it feels amazing for him, and you look amazing. The good news is that he can't see Wonwoo from behind you and if he thinks hard enough, you're only moaning for him.

When orgasms finally happen, you love the feeling of two men moving inside of you at different (competitive) paces, and you're the first to release. Wonwoo immediately after, and then Seungcheol, proving that he can last the longest.

When all is said and done, you're emptied of two massive cocks and roll over and off of Wonwoo. He kind of just...lays there with his arm spread out and you easily find a comfortable spot there.

Seungcheol stans to his feet and looks between the two of you, and then at the mess spilling down your legs. Clean up and bathroom is the number one priority usually, but tonight....well,

"Okay, that wraps it up. She looks tired, so you should leave."

Wonwoo quirks a brow.

"Like, right now." Seungcheol adds.

Nothing else is said as you watch your boyfriend with curiosity and say goodbye to Wonwoo.

"What was that?" You ask after Wonwoo leaves, standing on wobbling legs and following Seungcheol to the bathroom.

"I hated every single bit of that." Seungcheol admits, looking straight at you as he holds the door open for you.

"You're literally the one who suggested it." You complain, waiting for him to come into the bathroom as well.

"Yeah but like, why'd you have to pick him."

"Why wouldn't I? He's good at fucking."

"that's the problem!!!!!"

#[mail] #anon #[m] #[seungcheol] #[wonwoo] #[h.hours] #this is rly not very good but i had fun thinking bout it

[fangirlingfromdownunder]

Solo Roadtrip Comfort

Summary - Part 12 in the Comfort series

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic), Reader x Bobby (father-figure)

Warnings - mentions of pregnancy, 

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

A/N - G’day guys, I just wanna start by thanking you for all the likes, reblogs and follows since my last post, I really appreciate it. I hope you like this one too. And remember my inbox is always open for requests or even if you just wanna chat. Until next week, enjoy! 

You and Dean stay with Bobby for a few days before Sam catches a new lead. Dean, not wanting you to travel alone again insisted you drive back to the bunker together before he and Sam headed off again. While you didn’t really want to return to being alone, you finally agreed the bunker was home and you were safest there. You all knew it wasn’t going to be a milk run, but Dean promised to be back in time for your ultrasound appointment. However, nothing had gone to plan since they left. On the third day in pursuit of the high-level demon they’d called Bobby in for assistance. You were spending every waking hour researching and looking for demonic omens. With less than 48 hours to your appointment and no significant progress, you decide to call Dean to encourage him just to come home and regroup. 

“Hey, sweetheart, everything okay?”

“Yeah, just miss you.”

“I miss you too. I really thought we would’ve caught the son of a bitch by now.”

“I know...”

“24 more hours, okay, sweetheart? I’ll come back for the appointment, demon or no demon. I made a promise and I intend to keep it.”

“I called up to convince you, but truly, Dean, it’s just an ultrasound. I’ll get the pictures and there’ll be others. We’ll probably barely be able to see anything anyway. You should keep on this demon. It could be the key to creating a safer world for our peanut.”

“We’re chasing our tails, baby. We’re no closer to finding it than we were a week ago. I just want to hold you in my arms again.”

“I want nothing more than to be in your arms, but…”

“I know. I’ll give it 24 more hours. If we catch a lead we’ll chase it, otherwise I’m coming home to you. Deal?”

“Deal. I’ll let you know if I find anything.”

“You better not be overexerting yourself with research. Promise me you’ve been sleeping and eating and managing your stress.”

“I promise. Three full meals a day with snacks and I’m in our cold, lonely bed with a book or a movie by midnight, up every day well after dawn.”

“That’s my girl. I’ll be back to warm up that bed and give you some company soon enough.”

“I love you. Get back to work, I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Alright, sweetheart. I’ll call you tonight.”

You hang up and go to the kitchen to make yourself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich before going back to research, but you find the peanut butter jar empty – damn Dean putting empty jars in the cupboard. The thought of your fiance makes you smile for a second. But your craving takes over. You go to your room and change out of Dean’s T-shirt into one of your own with ripped jeans and finish your outfit with one of his flannels before slipping on your boots and heading for the garage. You take the keys for the bright red car off the hook and get in, driving to the store. Once you get there you grab a new jar of peanut butter and a range of your other favourite snacks including a fresh apple pie. You take your things to the counter but something feels off. 

You feel uncomfortable with how the cashier is looking at you. You could’ve sworn his eyes were pitch black, but when you walk over with your groceries and get a closer look they’re bright blue. You try to push the anxiety down, but you can’t ignore your years of hunting experience and the sinking feeling in your stomach. That’s when you realise you had left the bunker completely unarmed. So instead you try to be inconspicuous and just pay for your groceries and leave. You keep looking back over your shoulder with each step you take towards your extremely conspicuous car. You quickly get in and lock the doors behind you and zoom off back towards the bunker. Once you’re out on the straight road you call Dean, but after two rings you hang up and call Sam instead. 

“Hey, Y/N. What’s up?”

“You with Dean?”

“I’m at the Library. Dean’s off with Bobby chatting to the locals.”

“Oh ok. Umm…good.”

“What’s going on? You know he doesn’t like it when you come to me instead of him. Didn’t you just almost break up over this a couple of weeks ago?”

“You know what he’s like…he stresses so much.”

“You know why though.”

“I know just…fine! I call him.”

Just as you’re about to say your goodbyes your phone lights up with an incoming call. “Speak of the devil…he’s calling. Thanks, Sam. I’ll see you whenever you guys get back. Be safe and good luck!”

You hang up and answer Dean’s call. 

“Hey, sweetheart, something wrong? Are you okay? The baby?”

“We’re both fine. Give me a sec,” you put the phone down while you drive into the garage, but stop halfway when something occurs to you, “shit!”

“Y/N? Sweetheart? What’s going on?”

You hear Dean’s worried calls and pick your phone back up. “Something’s not right, Dean.”

“With the baby? Are you bleeding? Does it hurt? I know I hate hospitals-”

“I’m fine. The baby’s fine. I already told you.”

“Then what’s not right? What’s going on?”

“I gotta get out of here. I think someone’s in the bunker.”

“Son of a bitch! Dammit! I’ll send Sam back on the plane and I’ll drive. Dammit! I’ll get on a plane…”

You quickly back out of the garage and speed off down the road. You don’t know where to go, but you can’t risk being caught in the bunker with a demon. You try to take deep breaths to manage your stress, completely zoning out your frantic fiance on the phone. After a few minutes, you spot a clearing in the trees, drive off the road, and park.

“Y/N? Talk to me? Are you there? Are you okay?”

“Dean. I think the demon you’re looking for is here in Kansas.”

“I’m getting in the car now. I’m gonna pick up Sam and Bobby and we’re gonna check it out. I want you to get out of there and drive to Bobby’s and lock yourself in the panic room. Don’t stop unless you absolutely have to. And call me whenever you do.”

“Dean…It’s all my fault,” you try to take a deep breath but end up crying instead. The stress is too much for you to handle alone, along with your raging hormones. “I went out. I didn’t take my gun or my knife. I just wanted a peanut butter and jelly sandwich but you ate all the peanut butter! I just wanted a sandwich…And I-I forgot to shut the garage door. It’s my fault. They found me. The cashier-”

“Hey, hey, hey! Y/N! Sweetheart! Slow down! Take a deep breath with me,” Dean takes an exaggerated breath in and out so you can hear him. He does this a few times until he can hear you’ve settled down a little. “Okay, now start at the beginning. Tell me everything.”

You tell him everything that’s happened since you last spoke, including your call to Sam and hunch about the cashier. 

“Okay, we’re gonna stick to the same plan okay? You keep driving to Bobby’s, I can stay on the line if you want. If you need to stop to fill up, pee or get snacks you call me, Sam or Bobby – you don’t unlock or get out of the car without one of us on the line. As soon as I meet up with them we’re all gonna head back. Sam and I will go to Kansas and search the bunker and check the town for demons, Bobby will go home to be with you. We’ll go there and pick you up and bring you home as soon as we know it’s safe.”

“I’m sorry, Dean.”

“For what?”

“For scaring you, for screwing up, for not being more careful…”

“Everything’s gonna be okay. It’s not your fault. Granted it’s a little early for baby-brain to be setting in yet, but then again I’ve never been around many pregnant women, so what would I know?”

“I can’t go to Sioux Falls, what about the appointment?”

“You call and reschedule, or I can. It can be a few days late. It’s more important you’re safe. I just pulled up in front of the library, I’m gonna go get Sam and fill him in, you should start driving. Do you want to stay on the line?”

You take a deep breath. “No, I’m a badass hunter, I can do this!”

“Damn right you are! You got this. By the way, check the glove box.”

You do as you’re told and find a silver knife and gun. “But how?”

“Before we left Bobby’s I put a spare set in there. It’s your car whenever you want it, you know that, and I knew I couldn’t stop you from leaving the bunker when I’m not there. But what I could do was make sure you never left unarmed.”

“I love you, baby.”

“Be safe. You got this. And call whenever you stop, we’ll be tracking you too.”

You hang up and go to close the glove box but something catches your eye: a mix tape. You pull it out, you can’t help but smile as you read the writing: A mixtape for the love of my life. You put it in to play and start the car. Classic rock fills the car as you peel off back towards the road. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

A few hours pass before the need to pee is so unbearable you have to stop. You take the next exit and call Sam before pulling up at the Gas-N-Sip. He answers quickly.

“Hey Y/N, you’re on speaker with Dean too.”

“Hey, sweetheart! First stop? Where are you?”

“I thought you two were tracking me,” you say as you get out and fuel up the car. 

“We are, but I’m driving.”

“Columbus, Nebraska. I’m fuelling up and then I really need to pee. Luckily I already had snacks, although I still want a PB&J!”

“You can make one as soon as you get to Bobby’s,” Dean says.

“Hey, we know that’s not a short drive, especially by yourself. I know you’re not supposed to be drinking coffee or energy drinks at the moment, and I know Dean’s ready to punch me for even suggesting this, but you might need to consider it. It’s not safe to sleep on the side of the road alone, nor can we guarantee any motels.”

“Thanks for the advice, Sam, but I’d rather risk it at a motel than risk the baby’s health by binging on caffeine.”

“Only you know what’s best for you-”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I know really gotta pee!” You rush to the women’s bathroom keeping them on the line but telling them to shut up. You check the stalls finding them all empty before going into the first one and locking it. You listen carefully for anyone else coming and going but it’s quiet. So you do your business and get out as quickly as possible. After paying for the fuel you get back in the car and drive off. 

“I’m back on the road now. I’ll call you next time I stop.”

“Be safe!” they both say in unison.

“I love when you talk at the same time. You two be safe too! Oh, and I found the mixtape, love of my life,” you say before hanging up.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

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[beefromanoff]

Going Under Ch. 12

summary: two days later...some ish goes down and Bucky's protective side comes out

characters: Bucky Barnes x OC

soundtrack: think twice - eve 6

warnings: fluff, pop star fantasy x love story, set in an AU where the Avengers reunite after Civil War, pre-infinity war, slight angst, hurt/comfort, lonely reader/OC.

author’s note: this is a long one, enjoy! setting up for lots of fun!

chapter list/links - xo

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The air was cold, the crisp breeze making it clear that fall had washed over New York City, with winter just behind it. 

Bucky had woken up earlier than usual and decided to go on his latte run alone. Sometimes he would wait in his hotel room for his phone to buzz, alerting him that Gianna had woken up for the day. They’d meet in the hall and trek to the nearest cafe together. Other times, he would anticipate her needing caffeine immediately upon waking up, usually the morning after travel days, and venture out to get it on his own. He loved her company, but something about the surprise and adoration on her face when she opened the door to see him in the morning that made him almost prefer solo runs. Almost.

He strode down the sidewalk, emptier than usual with the early hour. 

The last night hadn’t brought the clarity he’d hoped for, but strangely, Bucky didn’t mind. The game night at Avengers’ Tower was the day before last, and as much as he’d hoped to address the kiss with Gianna - not having the conversation prevented her from possibly calling it a drunken mistake. He was fine with that, choosing to live in the unknown for a few more blissful hours. 

The bell dinged over his head as Bucky strode into the corner coffee shop, the familiar scent filling the air. There wasn’t a line, so he stepped straight to the counter and ordered their usuals to-go. The barista eyed him for a second longer than usual, and his heart began to beat a little quicker. It had been months, maybe even over a year since someone had met him with public scorn. Since the trials and his official pardon, he rarely got more than an occasional dirty look. It didn’t stop the fear from creeping back up whenever he felt himself being recognized. 

“Here you go, sir.” The barista smiled warmly as she slid the drink carrier across the counter, the two hot beverages sitting across from each other. 

Bucky nodded. “Thanks.” 

As he turned the corner to walk back towards the hotel, he glanced down at the drinks and quickly realized why the barista’s eyes were lingering on him. 

In loopy cursive letters, the barista had scrawled “Bucky” on his cup and “Gianna” on hers, although he was certain he hadn’t given his name, let alone Gianna’s. There was even a tiny heart doodled next to Gianna’s name in thick sharpie. Bucky thought back to all the posts he’d seen online, with dozens of photos of the two of them in various cafes across the country. 

He’d even seen a few posts from baristas who’d served them, each giving their own recollection of how the pop star had interacted with her bodyguard. Some embellished, some made up entirely. One particularly shocking one alleged that Gianna had been wearing an engagement ring and that they couldn’t keep their hands off of each other the whole time they’d been inside the Starbucks. Gianna had laughed it off and assured him people make these things up all the time. It didn’t seem to bother her, so Bucky let it go. 

A vibration in his pocket snapped Bucky to reality. 

He slid the phone out of his jeans and saw Gianna’s contact photo across the screen. He tried not to be disappointed he wouldn’t get to wake her up, but picked up his pace anyways, not wanting the coffee to get cold. He clicked answer as he continued back in her direction.

“Good m-”

“Bucky!” Gianna didn’t wait for his greeting before hissing into the phone, her voice a sharp whisper. 

“What’s wrong?” His tone changed immediately. 

“Someone is here. Outside my door. I - I thought it was you, now they know I’m in here.” She fumbled with her words, still trying to be quiet. 

“Gianna, calm down, I’m on my way. Tell me exactly what happened. Is it a fan?” 

Bucky was all but running now.

“No, no, I don’t think so. They were pounding on the door, I thought it was you, I should have looked, ugh!” 

“Gianna, focus, please tell me what happened.” 

“I opened the door, it was two men, I was still half asleep but as soon as I saw it wasn’t you I slammed the door shut. They tried to stop it, force the door open but I panicked. I threw myself against the door and it shut, I locked the deadbolt but they’re still outside. I don’t know what to do-” 

Bucky heard a muffled pounding on her door through the phone.

“Bucky, please hurry,” Her voice cracked. 

The lattes fell to the ground. Bucky started running. 

____________________________________

GIANNA

I don’t know how long I sat curled up on the floor beside the bed, as if the king sized bed would somehow thwart whoever the hell stood on the other side of the door. 

My head pounded. Going from a deep, contented sleep, dreaming of all things happy - straight to being woken up by a brutal pounding on the door. From there, shock, fear, confusion, and a very sore right arm from throwing myself into the door. 

I pulled my knees closer to my chest and laid my head down, willing Bucky to get here faster. 

As if my wish had been granted, I heard his voice, so sweet and so familiar. 

“Gianna - it’s me. Just me. Can you open the door?” 

I heard the edge through his voice, even though I could tell he was trying to be gentle, trying not to scare me. I scrambled to my feet and around the bed, unlocking the deadbolt. He pushed the door in, eyes dark and cold. He looked over my head, scanning the room before laying his eyes on me. 

The darkness faded from his eyes and was replaced with concern. He put his hands on my arms and looked straight into my eyes. 

“Are you okay?”

“I knocked the hell out of my shoulder, Kate won’t be happy with the bruise she’s going to have to cover up.” I said sheepishly.

Bucky didn’t laugh at my feeble attempt at a joke. He wordlessly tugged the sleeve of my t-shirt higher so he could look at my arm. I followed his concerned gaze and saw that my joke wasn’t too far off. The molding of the door was still imprinted on my arm and beginning to purple. Seeing the swollen skin under his fingertips shifted something in me and I felt my throat begin to close. 

“Bucky…” My voice caught in my throat as my eyes welled with tears. 

He pulled me into his chest, holding my head with one hand and my back with the other. I could hear his heart pounding in his chest, and I knew it wasn’t from running here. His super soldier stamina meant he never got winded. He did, however, get angry. I didn’t want to know what was running through his mind. I didn’t want anything but to stay in this moment, in his arms, the only place I seemed to feel safe anymore. 

We stood like that for several moments before I pulled back, collecting myself with a shuddering breath. This time it was Bucky’s attempt to lighten the mood. 

“I dropped our coffees on the sidewalk.” 

I couldn’t help but laugh. 

“I appreciate the prioritization. Although I could go for some caffeine right about now.”

“That can be arranged.” He gave me a half smile that made my heart race for the second reason this morning. “Why don’t you shower and I’ll do some damage control.” 

I nodded, taking the hint that he didn’t want me to overhear all the details of whatever call he was about to make. Before I shut the door to the bathroom, I turned and wrapped my arms around him again. 

“Thank you.” I muttered, mostly into the fabric of his sweatshirt. 

He leaned down and kissed the top of my head, and I swear the world stopped spinning for a minute. 

_________

I stepped back into the hotel room, cool air wafting over me in sharp contrast to the steam-filled bathroom. Tousling my hair dry, I heard a flurry of activity waiting for me as I rounded the corner. 

“Gianna, sweetie! Are you okay?” Kate rushed over to me, enveloping me in a warm, albeit tight hug. Tom followed closely behind her, his silver brows furrowed in concern. 

“I’m good, swear. I shouldn’t have opened the door, I wasn’t even thinking.” I shook my head, looking down at my feet. 

“No, sweetie, you shouldn’t have to worry about maniacs banging on your hotel room door at 7am! Don’t worry - Mr. Barnes has it all under control.” Kate frowned. “Mr. Barnes? Sergeant Barnes?”

Bucky looked up from his phone conversation. “Bucky.” 

“Gianna, can you sit for a second? We want to have your arm looked at.” Tom gestured to the bed, where a familiar face was standing in a gray set of scrubs with Stark Industries printed on the lapel. 

“Long time, no see.” The woman smiled. 

“Less fun circumstances this time.” I smiled back, assuming Bucky had called the rest of the team. 

I sat on the edge of the bed and tugged my sweatshirt back over my head, thankful I’d put a tank top underneath the sweatshirt, given that the room was full of people. She began examining my right arm, fingers grazing over the bruise. Not wanting to cry again, I chose not to look down. It wasn’t so much the pain as it was the sobering reality of the situation. Seeing Kate and Tom’s expressions confirmed my decision not to look. I could only imagine the bruising had gotten worse over the past half hour. 

Tom snapped back into work mode. “Alright, Bucky spoke with the manager of the hotel and she’s pulling all the security footage for this morning. There’s a police officer on their way to take your statement and cross reference the footage against any active crime reports.” 

“I’ll send it to Tony, he’ll have them identified before the officer can even get back to the station.” Bucky chimed in.

Tom nodded, but didn’t address him. “Right. Okay. I called the record label and they approved additional funding for security in the lobby. From now on, we’ll secure the premises of every place we’re staying and restrict it to guests only. I’d suggest we put out a statement, get ahead of the situation a little. There’s already a slight buzz online.” 

I looked up at him. “What? How? There’s been no scene, no paparazzi, and this only happened like an hour ago?” 

Tom passed me my phone. Swiping past all the notifications, I went on social media to see my name beginning to trend. I saw photos of several police cars outside my hotel, and a small crowd formed around the entrance. The bad thing about multi-night tours in one city, word travels very quickly about where we stay. I scrolled again to see something appearing to be unrelated, but it caught my eye. 

It was a photo taken from behind the counter of a coffee shop, in front of dozens of syrups and whipped toppings. Two cardboard coffee cups had been positioned side by side, with “Bucky” written across one and “Gianna” scrawled across the other in girly writing. 

The caption said: ‘guess who’s coffee I got to make today! #fangirling’

I smiled, picturing Bucky walking the streets of New York holding a coffee cup featuring my name with a heart written across it. 

“I think we should cancel the show tonight.” I didn’t have to look up to know who they idea came from. 

“Well, I don’t think that would be necess-” Tom started to protest. 

“This is the second time someone has made an attempt to get to Gianna on this tour. We’re not talking giddy teenage girls here, these are grown men, dressed in tactical gear. We have to assume they’re not looking for an autograph.” Bucky said, his voice low. 

I winced at the implication. Tom wrung his hands, the side of him that was concerned for me warring with the side that was concerned for the nightmare of canceling one of the biggest stops on our tour. 

“I don’t want to cancel.” Everyone turned to look at me. “I don’t want to call off the show.” 

Bucky opened his mouth to argue but I cut him off. 

“If we do, I’ll just sit here all day and worry and make myself sick. I want to keep busy. I don’t want to disappoint the fans, I don’t want to cause concern over something that almost happened. Plus, that’s why I have you.” I smiled at Bucky, doing my best attempt at puppy eyes. 

He scowled, not loving the idea but considering it anyway. 

“Fine. If you don’t have any serious bruising, and we don’t find anything of concern between now and tonight, the show can stay on.” 

I breathed a sigh of relief and know Tom did the same. Canceling tonight’s show would have caused him a logistical nightmare. 

“But,” Bucky spoke again, a warning in his tone. “I want the entire venue swept beforehand. I want decoy cars driving to the venue in ten minute increments for the hour leading up to the show. I want double security here and at the venue. Get metal detectors at every entrance, including the service entrance. I want a personal report from anyone on the security team that sees anything out of the ordinary at all, and if I decide, at any point, that it’s no longer safe, I’m taking Gianna and we’re canceling the rest of this goddamn tour. Are we clear?”

Tom swallowed. The room had gone silent, even the nurse looking at Bucky. I’d never seen him so intense, so…commanding. In any other circumstance, I’d have found it wildly attractive. Given the circumstances, I just felt grateful to have him here. 

“Yes, uh, yes that sounds good. I’ll go make a few calls.” Tom scurried from the room with Kate trailing behind, still in her robe. 

“Sweetie, call me if you need anything, I’ll be just down the hall.” She blew me a kiss as she followed my manager out the door. 

“Alright, it doesn’t look like you did too much damage.” The nurse spoke up, reaching into her bag. “Just a deep bruise. We have a steroid injection that’s still in beta stage, but it’s been clearing all tests with flying colors. If you want to try it, it’s been showing expedited healing up to 400%.”

“After last night, I’ll take anything Tony Stark manufactured. That IV was literal magic.”

“Are there any side effects?” Bucky interjected, eyeing the nurse. I opened my mouth to protest, but realized that if anyone had the right to be wary of experimental injections, it was him. 

“Only mild burning at the injection site, but it usually goes away after ten or so minutes.” 

Bucky narrowed his eyes, thinking, before turning to look at me. “It’s your call. I doubt Stark would offer it if he had any concerns.”

I turned to the nurse and nodded. She pulled an antibacterial wipe from her bag and began to wipe my shoulder, sterilizing the injection site. 

“Okay, you might feel a little pinch.” 

I squeezed my eyes shut. The little pinch was no big deal, but the mild burning was a slight understatement. The skin around my shoulder lit up as if someone was putting a cigarette out on my skin. I sucked a breath in through my nose, willing myself to keep it together. 

“Looks like it’s working already.” The nurse marveled. 

I opened my eyes and followed her gaze down to my shoulder. The burning sensation dulled as I realized she was right. The purple coloring forming on my arm was actively fading to a green, even yellow around the edges. It was literally healing as it formed, right in front of my eyes. 

“I have got to send Tony Stark a thank you note,” I breathed. 

________________________________

Several hours later, the room had cleared out, and only Bucky and Gianna remained. The police officer had come and asked a barrage of questions, only leaving at Bucky’s firm reminder that Gianna needed to rest before the show. Then the security team had come up for a debriefing from Bucky, who snapped back into the intensity Gianna witnessed earlier. This time, with the shock of the morning having subsided slightly, she could fully appreciate the way he took control. 

His eyes would darken when he spoke, every word punctuated with intensity. His jaw was clenched, making it even sharper than usual. He had a no-nonsense air about him that reminded Gianna of when they first met, before he’d begun to reveal his more playful side to her. This was a new level of protective, even for him. 

Gianna’s heart fluttered as she realized all of this was for her. Not in a “oh, all this fuss for little ‘ol me” kind of way. In the way that every time Bucky clenched his fist in anger, it was for her. Every time he gave a command, it was to protect her. Every move he was making, every thought running through his head today…it was all for her. 

Gianna blushed, ashamed of her selfish thoughts during this intense moment. Luckily, Bucky had his back turned to her, talking to who she assumed was Steve on the phone. 

She was thankful for the quiet after the endless stream of people in and out. They only had another hour and a half until the inevitable call for soundcheck would come, and Gianna assumed they’d need to leave even earlier with the extra security precautions in place. She sighed, leaning back on her forearms. 

“You okay?” Bucky tucked the phone into his pocket and strode over to the edge of the bed, where Gianna sat. 

“Yeah, just…overwhelmed I guess.” 

“It’s uh…been an overwhelming day.”

“Yeah…” She breathed, eyes seeming to glaze over as she continued to process it all. 

“Are you sure you want to perform tonight? I think people would understand if you canceled, given the circumstances.” 

“No, no, I’m sure. I’m already getting stir crazy in this hotel room, I need to get my mind off of things.” Gianna sat up straight. “If I stay here, I’ll just start spiraling, thinking about those men and what they wanted, and what would have happened if you hadn’t come back and -” 

Bucky’s brow furrowed as he heard the ever so slight break in her voice.

“Hey,” He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. It had air dried, showing the natural waves that he was always partial to. “Don’t think like that, okay? I’m not going anywhere. Not now, not ever.”

Gianna looked up at Bucky with watery eyes. She tried so hard to be tough and funny and low-maintenance about everything, but he could tell the recent events were bringing her close to a breaking point. 

“I mean it. I’m in it for the long haul, G. Whether we stay on this tour or not. I go wherever you go.”

Bucky’s words hung in the air between them for a moment. Taking a deep breath, Gianna laid her head down on Bucky’s shoulder. 

“What if I said I wanted to run? Take a lighter to the sheet music and the lip gloss and those damn sequined outfits?”

Bucky shifted, causing Gianna to lift her head and look over at him. Sitting in his open metal palm was a plain silver Zippo lighter. She looked up and locked eyes with him. 

“Then we’d run.” 

#bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x oc #bucky fanfic #bucky fluff #avengers #winter soldier fluff #winter soldier #sebastian stan #winter solider x reader #bodyguard!bucky

[crazymomoo]

Mission failed

Prompt: it's Sunday night and you have to work with Gojo Satoru.

Word count: 1189.

Warnings: alcohol, drinks, mention of sex, making out. MDNI.

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It's late on a Sunday night and you're working. The club is full and noisy. Beer, cigarettes and laughter fills the air as usual. In the background cliche songs about sex and sad love stories paired with an actually good beat. You've been here before with coworkers in a way better context yet despising places like this one. Seems like noise and unnecessary chatter ain’t your thing. Complaining about overtime doesn't work, it's a failed mission. But the worst isn't overtime on a Sunday night, it's having to deal with a smiling fucker like Gojo Satoru from across the room. The guy can't take shit seriously, can he? It’s like Satoru doesn't give two fucks about overtime or being up this late. You're supposed to investigate a case on some sketchy curse users who are in the underground fashion. Catch them, interrogate, kick some ass and whatever necessary. You can't bother, as Satoru will show off and do most of the work claiming himself as your one and only savior with a smile. Satoru has noticed how your eyes wander across his lips when he’s finished his business, that is, when there’s a hint of sweat on his face and perhaps a drop of blood staining his almost white skin. Since then he’s taken a secret satisfaction in showing off his skills in front of you.

You're often paired with the strongest one. As a special grade yourself, missions like these are usually boring and annoying. Your time is way too precious to sacrifice on shitty ass pubs with cigarette smoke. The drink in your hand is dissolving and becoming one with the melted ice. You sit far from Satoru to cover more area, keeping a sharp eye on the citizens. Of course there were better people to work on this, but only you and Satoru remained in the school this weekend. Damn it, you think. Satoru holds a lollipop in his lips and the most careless demeanor as he plays at the pool table. The strongest doesn't need much to get the job done, especially when the job isn't even here yet. He's allowed a little fun. Satoru notices your stare in his way, he can't help but smile at the thought of your annoyed expression. He knows well what he's doing. You grab your phone from the pockets of your jacket and express your frustrations. It isn't fair he's having fun and you're not.

12:01

You know, Satoru. You could pretend that you're working a little.

12:01

But I am working. What are you talking about? Xoxo

Maybe it was a fail anyway. Some kind of misinformation. Maybe it was the wrong pub? It's been over an hour and no one seems suspicious enough or smart enough to think with the two halves of their brain. Besides from the girl who can't stop batting eyelashes at Satoru from the table next to him. No wonder why. The black shirt contrasts with his pale skin, presenting all the curves of Satoru's waist and arms. "Shit, he fucks good." You think. It's difficult to deny you and Satoru have a thing or two going on, it just hasn't been explicitly said out loud. Not that you wanted, of course. Steamy kisses and indecent make out between encounters and dangerous situations was enough to satisfy your desires. It never went past that. Not because it was unwanted, but because you know Satoru likes to play. He’d rather tease you for as long as he can. It’s your secret game. And luckily enough, you enjoy it too. It became common for you and Satoru to bicker here and there as proof of the sexual tension. You can even predict what he’ll say most of the time. A habit fed by many mean looks, questionable text messages and usual Gojo Satoru comments. But today it might just not be enough.

12:02

Fuck you.

12:03

Aw, baby. I'd like to.

The meanest look you could do was shot straight to Satoru's devious smirk who was looking at you. Studying what your expression would be once the text was read before your eyes. He even lowered his glasses for you and went back to his little happy self. Amused. Satoru knows it. The desire is clear in your eyes as light shines into them. He’s determined to taste your lips again tonight. It’s clear the mission won’t be a success, but it isn’t an issue. The real issue is why Satoru’s pants feel tighter. The colorful lights dancing on your skin and face, he watches delighted at the possibilities. The cherry lipstick you have on and a look that could kill in your eyes. Satoru smiles to himself again. You ask for another drink for yourself as the one in your hands isn’t worth it anymore.

“What are you doing, babes? Drinking? Oh, no…” Satoru’s voice behind you, decided to push your buttons a bit more. Playful as ever. Arms lazily resting on the bar, blue eyes staring at yours from behind the dark glasses.

“What can I do? You just bore me too much.” You reply dryly, taking a sip of the glass in your hand. Satoru shakes his head in confusion, a hand to his chest amplifying that. You’ve grown used to his dramatics and yet a shy smile appears on the corner of your mouth.

“Not my fault you can’t appreciate wonderful companion, babes.” Satoru sends your way, returning to the lollipop in his fingers. Even though Satoru looks like he’s just playing with you, he’s much aware of his surroundings.

He adds, “This is quite boring. I feel like getting something sweeter. Like cherries, maybe, huh?”. Satoru is smooth is his play, his words spilling out like he isn’t blatantly flirting with you. Again. His glasses slowly descend on his nose just enough for you to catch his playful eyes. A feathery touch on your waist from his fingers as he gets closer to tell you something quite urgent. To him, that is. “Outside.” he whispers in your ear and heads to the exit, knowing all too well that you’ll be there soon.

Outside is cold, dark and slightly gloomy. The noises from the pub have lowered. Satoru gets a hold of you by the hand, pulling you to the side where the next mischievous actions won’t be seen by the many. Neither of you care much about talking pleasantries, lips meet each other at a hungry pace. The taste of your cherry lipstick meeting Satoru’s lollipop flavored mouth. It’s almost too sweet, the way Satoru likes it. Your hands touch under his black shirt while the other has him by the back of his neck. The built up tension unravels between kisses and touches. Satoru's hand shields your head from the wall, his body pressed against yours. The warmth emanating from his breath and hand that cups your face pulling you in as if he would swallow you.

Satoru would swallow you whole if it meant being closer than this, if it meant enhancing just a little bit what he feels when he's with you.

x

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#jjk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojou satoru x reader

[puncromancer]

personal shit

 but i got laid off last year right before the holidays which is the shittiest time in the world to lay someone off because absolutely nobody hires you at the end of the year because that’d be wild to hire before the new budget and also everyone’s just out for the holidays. My boss was very respectful about it and gave me privacy and like blocked the window to my office with his body so nobody could look and see me crying which was very nice. But the CEO had a stick up his butt about there had always only ever been two IT people before and he felt that having three was a waste of money. Ben the other sysadmin had been with the company (not in IT though another department) for 5 years which left only me on the chopping block. Even though I consistently closed the most tickets and put the most work in. And he said it was nothing about my work and that he’d recommend me to any contact that asked for a sysadmin and he’d be happy to answer any reference calls for me. And honestly a week after new years, i got a very sexy new job making 20k more than i was and doing like 10% of the work? so it worked out very much in my favor but it was a very deeply shameful fact for me that I was unemployed for two months. it felt like i failed my wife and it was awful for my mental health i couldn’t sleep i was straight up hallucinating and had trouble telling what was cooked up by my depression soup brain and what was real. Looking back on it I think I might have schizophrenia or something that emerges due to stress because things were not good during those two months. 

And also the unemployment website said to keep track of all work search activities because they might randomly request a history of your work search activities but to not upload it unless specifically requested. So it was the week of new years and new job postings were still pretty slow so I spent deadass a whole day of 12+ hours making an excel spreadsheet and going back through dice and linkedin and all the other random job applications and documenting every single job I applied for and every interview I went on. There were fucking 500 entries. Not even 2.5 months unemployed and I had 500 work search activities. The minimum to claim unemployment is 3 a week. And I was doing 50 a week (just a cool 17 times more than required) like I was putting the work in on searching for work. It was a major point of pride that I was going so far above and beyond but it also fucked me up that I was putting myself out there so much and not getting any traction. And I remember thinking wow it’d be funny if now that I put all this time into documenting all my work search activities if i would get a job offer because then obviously i wouldn’t claim the unemployment any longer and thus wouldn’t need the list that the work search commission nebulously may or may not ever call for. 

And literally the next day I had an interview go extremely well (all my stories and answers were well honed by the hundred other interviews at this point) and they were in a rush to hire someone by next monday so literally a few hours after the interview they sent me a job offer on like a wednesday and asked if there was anyway to go ahead and do the paperwork and drug test by the end of that week. And I was like well hey i won’t have to interview any more so getting to cancel those freed up my days. So the next day I did all the paperwork online and went in peed in a cup that morning and then had a follow up interview with them that afternoon and they were so impressed that I helped them get this done in their accelerated timeframe that they game me like a $5k raise. I had already signed and submitted the job offer but they voided and sent over one with the increased salary. It’s with an MSP so it’s a company that just does IT for other companies. But it has like the most room for growth possible for someone like me. They have a team of 500k app developers so if i want to start doing that they’ll show me how. But the gig I have right now is a 5 year contract to be the helpdesk guy on site at this union. But we’re outsourcing all the mundane remote helpdesk stuff so I literally just have to do the onsite support but it’s an office of like 20 people. It’s the cushiest gig I’ve ever had. 

First IT job was doing everything for 150 users, then I asked for a raise after 5 years of the same salary and was denied so I moved to that last company and was there for 1 year. It was 250 users that I had to do everything for (that also had a history of ransomware attacks and I overhauled their whole security and then they fucking laid me off that same year wild) but for 10k more. And now it’s 20 people for 20k more. So anyway I’ve been here for a month now. The first couple weeks were really hectic settling in so that’s why I’ve been offline mostly. But incredibly grateful for this opportunity. The whole point of this was to actually say that since I’m working for a union right now the mindsets of my coworkers is such a heelturn than what I’m used to. All my users before have been very entitled old white dudes. So I’m used to having to have them spew random vitriol out of nowhere and having to pretend that their incredibly hurtful words is totally fine. But working for a union is great everyone here is very pro worker. You can leave early if you need to. We were watching a senate hearing and everyone’s rooting for the worker’s rights side and it’s just such a liberating feeling to work somewhere that shares your point of view.

#about me #sorry for the personal dump lmao #anyway stacey watch out since our lives run in parallel don't want you to be blindsighted #long post

[i-love-shoutoko-so-much]

NEW SEROROKI FIC!

Hello, world! I am back writing BNHA ship fanfictions!

I finally manage to finish and post my last Seroroki fanfic that I started... In September?!!! In my defense, I had a big thing to solve so I needed to stop writing (I mean, I still tried some words some days). ANYWAY, here we go!

Chapter 12: SERO/TODOROKI - Together by chance and forever

Summary:  After running away from home with no plan in mind, the omega, Shouto, gets help from Sero, an alpha who is the complete opposite of his father.

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It had been hours since Shouto wandered non-stop. His legs ached, his mouth was dry and his stomach was begging for food. But he had no way to satisfy his needs. He ran away from home with only the clothes on his back. At least the night was warm. Dark, lonely and scary, but warm.

He didn't know what time it was, but he knew it was quite late, as he hardly saw people on the street. Even most of the bars were closed or not very busy. Not that Shouto felt any comfort in the ones that were working. On the contrary, he wanted as much distance from drunk people as possible. Being so pitiful – and being an omega, to top off his unhappiness –, he would be an easy target.

Nearly tripping over his own feet, Shouto allowed himself to stop for the first time since leaving home. He leaned against a wall of a closed shop and tried not to think about the pain in his feet and stomach and head. His eyes fluttered shut for a second, but he straightened up with a start, having the impression he almost fell asleep on the spot.

Maybe it was time to find a place to rest. He knew there were homeless shelters in town, but he had no idea where they were. And at that time of night, who knows if I'd get a spot? And even if he did, would it be safe to sleep there with a bunch of strangers?

A shiver went up his spine, and Shouto crouched down, dragging his half-red, half-albino hair on the wall. Despair, fear and weariness seemed to pull him down, and he wanted to curl up and cry. Not that it would help in any way, he reminded himself. He had to get up and keep going, he couldn't show any sign of regret at finally being freed from the hell that was his home. Or rather, his father.

Just thinking about his old man, Shouto gained strength to get back on his feet. He wanted to get as far away from him as possible. Even if he had to cross the entire country walking. Before he took the next step, however, a new chill hit him when he heard joyful voices:

"What's up, pretty thing?"

Shoto slowly turned around, casting a cold stare at the three approaching men, even though his instincts screamed for him to run.

"What's a cute omega like you doing out here alone at this time of night?"

The men smelled of alcohol and drugs, they were thin like Shouto himself, and two of them, a little taller. The omega began calculating what his chances were in a fight.

“If you don't have a place to go, you can stay with us, cutie. We can have a very nice night…”

Shouto didn't let him finish talking. As soon as one of the men tried to put an arm around his shoulder, he grabbed him and punched him in the face hard enough to knock him to the ground.

“Hey!” The other two shouted and tried to hold him back, but Shouto dodged to one side and tripped him. On the third, Shoto grabbed his arms and kicked his private parts without hesitation.

The first one, however, returned to the attack, this time, taking a small penknife from his pocket.

“Looks like we're going to have to teach you manners, little omega.”

Shouto growled, cautiously backing away. He hated being reminded of his second gender. He wanted to rip those people's tongues out so they would never refer to him that way again. However, he began to worry more about getting out of this mess in one piece. His brief hesitation gave the others time to also recover and arm themselves.

Now it wasn't just his instincts that begged him to run.

“Come on, pretty boy. Be good and we won't hurt you, okay?”

As if he was going to hand himself over like that, Shouto snorted before turning around and running desperately. The men shouted after him, but the boy did not check how far away they were. He just moved his legs as fast as he could, knowing how futile his attempt to save himself was, but being unable to just surrender.

He turned a corner at full throttle and saw someone getting on a bus. His eyes gleamed with hope, knowing he could escape if he managed to get into there, but his world spun when his shirt was grabbed, and he was yanked backward, bumping, falling, and rolling across the floor with one of his pursuers.

He felt a cut on his arm, but he couldn't care less. He got on top, but was soon grabbed by the other two and pressed against a wall. One hand tightened around his neck and the other pointed the knife at his face.

“Why did you have to run away from us, pretty thing? Do you want us to cut you up so badly? We can add a few more scars to that cute little face of yours.”

Shouto was paralyzed. Although his hands were free, he couldn't react. He couldn't scream. But even if he could, who would listen?

“ARGH!” One of the men was hit by something and fell on top of the one threatening Shouto. The switchblade scraped across his nose and cheek and onto the floor with the drunks and a backpack.

In the next second, Shoto was pulled from the wall and to behind the broad, protective back of an alpha. His presence was aggressive and exuded in droves, accompanied by a low growl.

“You better get out of here now, you cowards. I just called the police and there's a battalion two blocks away, so they should be here any minute. You know what they do to molesters in jail?”

The three guys staggered to their feet and faced each other hesitantly. The police threat worked, as the man who had the switchblade pointed at Shouto a minute ago snorted in exasperation and backed away, calling his friends with him. The other two didn't look happy, but they also turned and walked away muttering to each other.

The alpha in front of Shoto only stopped growling when he lost sight of them. He ran a hand through the hair that covered the back of his neck and sighed deeply, his shoulders slumped, as if they were lifted by the tension before, and he turned around with a worried smile.

“Are you okay?”

Shouto's legs gave out.

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#seroroki #bnha #todoroki shouto #sero hanta #alpha/beta/omega au

[denim-mixtapes]

Diamonds and Rust [3/5: The Truth] - (Eddie Munson/Reader)

Rating: T Word Count: 2.1K Pairing: Eddie Munson/F!Reader Warnings: Language, uncharacteristically shy Eddie, Dustin and Steve being annoying wingmen Summary: Eddie's been acting different ever since you got back from your time off. Maybe the mystery mixtape you found in a pile of donations has something to do with it. [Part 1] [Part 2] [Also on Ao3]

A/N: SO sorry this took so long, I decided I hated it and had to rewrite the entire back half. Also I forget how demanding my job is sometimes so I make promises that something will get posted and end up working two 12+ hour shifts in a row. ANYWAY, enjoy these awkward lil nerds.

When you return to work on Monday from your mini vacation, it’s to a heaping pile of new donations and a note from your manager that he ‘didn’t have time’ to process any of them in your absence. You pluck the sticky note from the wall and roll your eyes when the adhesive peels flecks of paint off the wall. Sometimes being the sole employee of a store has its perks, but more often than not it just means that you are the only one left to do the owner’s dirty work. Throwing it into the trash with a roll of your eyes, you decide there’s no time like the present and dig in. 

It’s mostly clothes, but the sheer volume of the pile is enough to keep you busy into the afternoon. 

When Eddie shows up like clockwork, he isn’t his usual self. His demeanor is different, more timid. His hands are shoved in the pockets of his jeans and his approach to the counter is a lot slower than usual. 

“Hey!” You greet him cheerfully, peeking over the top of the mountain of clothing you have on the counter. “Missed you yesterday!” 

“Hey, yeah,” he comes to a stop in front of you and reaches up to nervously rub at the back of his neck. The motion ruffles his hair and you bite back a laugh. “I didn’t know this place could run without you.” 

“I’m not so sure it did,” you scoff, shoving the pile aside to lean your forearms on the counter, “Gary may own this place but he’s about as useful as ol’ Spot over there.” You jab your thumb in the direction of the old beagle statue that stands by the register. It’s never been for sale, so after your first few months working here you ended up naming it. 

Eddie actually squats down to pet the damn thing and chuckles, “now don’t say that, you’ll hurt poor old Spot’s feelings over here.” He’s still laughing when he stands back up, but his brow is furrowed and you can practically feel the nerves radiating off of him. Hands stuffed back in his pockets he continues, “Speaking of Gary, he didn’t, uh…did he give you anything this morning? Like maybe something was left for you?” 

Your own brows come together in confusion and gesture to the mess beside you, “other than the heap of donations he didn’t care to process, no, not so much.” Then, narrowing your eyes at the boy before you, “why? Did he say something to you?” 

His “no!” comes a little too quickly, and he laughs it off, repeating it softer this time, “no I just…he doesn’t seem to work much, does he? You’re always here, I guess you might have been welcomed back with a promotion or a raise or…shit, I don’t know.” You don’t fully believe him. Something is off that you can’t quite place, but he gives you no time to think about it, looking at where a watch would be on his wrist if he were actually wearing one, and then pointing over his shoulder toward the door. “You’ll have to forgive me, I don’t actually have much time to chat today, gotta run to band practice.” 

You stutter out your goodbye, but he’s gone before you can fully say anything else.

Over the next few days, every time you see Eddie, it’s just as weird as the last. His visits are even more brief and frantic than usual. It’s almost like a routine. 

2 PM.

He bursts through the door with a flourish and spouts some dramatic grand greeting with a false kind of confidence that is nothing like his usual tenacity. 

Straight for the music section. He looks briefly at the shelf of records but his target is the box of cassette tapes underneath it. He’s surrounded by the clattering of plastic as he digs through them.

He’s looking for something, and quite frantically, you observe…but every time you offer to help him look, he’s waving you off with a noncommittal noise and a soft apology. 

Four days after your return, you’ve finally made it to the bottom of the donation pile. You were starting to think that the old man must have dug up some extra merchandise from the back or personally brought in his family’s entire estate just to keep you busy, but the light at the end of the tunnel is finally near. 

Under the mounds of fabric there are a few knick knacks and accessories, but what really catches your eye is the single cassette tape sitting all by itself. 

Upon closer inspection, there’s a handwritten tracklist on the cover. You scan the titles quickly, but don’t pay too much attention. While your shop sells all sorts of second-hand goods, including records and cassettes, mixtapes aren’t typically accepted. They’re unpredictable, often personalized with voice recordings, and quite frankly, unsellable. Still, there’s no harm in giving it a listen yourself before tossing it. You pop it into the stereo behind the counter and press play before moving on to continue with your busywork. 

After the first few songs, you start to get the feel for the tape. Whoever made it clearly had a vibe in mind when they did, with heavy rock influences, some names you definitely recognize but some you don’t. Every few songs there’s something new you don’t recognize, but all of them you thoroughly enjoy, and you find yourself smiling and nodding your head to the beat as you move around the store dusting off furniture and organizing the clothing racks. 

Eddie doesn’t come in all day. 

Not that you’re looking for him. 

Of course not, but when you see the same person almost every day at the same exact time, it becomes a part of your routine. You’ve come to expect and even look forward to his visits, and truth be told you were quite excited to show him this tape. It practically has his name written all over it, and since you aren’t allowed to sell mixtapes anyway, you figured he would enjoy taking it off your hands. 

But he doesn’t come in. Not for the next two days, and you’re starting to worry. 

By Saturday, you’re starting to think something must have happened to him. There’s no way he would just disappear like this, right? Perhaps you didn’t know him quite as well as you had thought, but still, after seeing him and chatting with him every day for months now, you would think you’ve gotten to know him pretty well…and he doesn’t seem like the type to just disappear on you without a word. 

As if the universe heard your worrying, just as Charles is leaving with the latest find to surprise his wife with, here comes Eddie.

Except he’s not alone. 

He’s flanked by Steve Harrington and a teenager who you can only describe as a younger version of the two of them put together. Eddie is pinching the bridge of his nose while the other two talk over each other animatedly.  They stop inside the door, Eddie turning his back to you to face the other two, and places his hands on his hips in annoyance while the other two prattle on. You don’t catch much, but every so often you can hear a few key words. Come on! and tape and you dumbass and Henderson, shut the fuck up. You watch on, amused, but try not to eavesdrop. They’re cute, honestly, arguing like brothers. A smile tries to fight its way onto your face but you bite it back, not knowing the severity of the situation. After a few moments of hushed arguing and annoyed scoffs, Steve takes Eddie by the shoulders and turns him in your direction. The other kid (Henderson, you presume) gives him a little shove in the center of his back, sending him stumbling toward the counter, and they both whisper-shout, “Just tell her!” 

You wave with a sheepish smile, not wanting to let onto what you heard, and you notice the other two boys slip back out the door, still whispering animatedly to each other. 

“Bandmates?” You ask, pointing to the front window of the shop where the two of them can be seen trying to act nonchalant and definitely not like they were trying to watch. 

Eddie barks a laugh and shakes his head, “no, no, they wish. Harrington could never be that cool. Dustin, maybe, but nah. They’re just friends of mine.”

Nodding thoughtfully, you move on, not wanting to bring up the conversation you just overheard but not knowing what else to say. “Where have you been all week?” He flinches at the question and you soften your expression, “It’s been real quiet around here is all. Missed having you around.” It's as much of an admission as you’ll allow yourself to make right now. 

“Yeah uh…” He pauses. You once thought you had seen all sides of Eddie Munson. Excited, eager, angry, enraged (never at you but always about something trivial), but he was always confident. He always carried himself like he never cared what anyone thought, but this is new. He seems nervous, more so than he has been the last few in-and-out stops to the store. “...Sorry about that. I-” 

There’s a clatter from outside, and when you both look to the window, Dustin’s face is pressed up the window, glaring, and Steve looks just as exasperated as ever. 

“Fuck, okay.” Eddie laughs nervously and continues, “did a mixtape turn up in your donations after last week?” 

You light up at the question, and nod excitedly, reaching under the counter to retrieve the tape from the milk crate. “Yeah! I actually set it aside for you,” you can feel the heat under your skin as you flush. “We aren’t allowed to sell personalized stuff like that, so I gave it a listen and I thought you’d really like it.” 

His color deepens as well, mirroring your own blush. It’s a sight you could get used to, the rosy cheeks and soft smile on his lips. A hand runs through his hair and he shakes his head with another laugh. 

“Yeah, well. It wasn’t really supposed to be donated.” Another ruckus from outside, and Eddie gestures rudely behind him, but doesn’t break his focus on you. “I…brought it in for you. I mean, I made it for you, but when I came in to give it to you, you weren’t here, so I kind of panicked and left it with your boss…I see now that was a mistake.” 

“Oh.” Blinking in surprise, you look down at the tape again and notice the notes next to each track. They’re lengthy, and you never paid them any mind because you didn’t know you had to. 

“So you’re right, I do like it.” Another laugh, this time more confident and amused, “but the question is, do you?” 

Your heart flutters at the vulnerability in his voice when he asks. Holding the tape to your heart, you can’t stop the smile from breaking out on your face when you nod. “I’ll have to give it another listen, now that I know the intention behind it, but yeah, I really do.” 

“Sick,” he mumbles, and you swear you can see him shake a fist in celebration, but the counter hides it well. 

Your own responding laugh is music to his ears when you ask, “Is that what you’ve been looking for in the music section so frantically?” 

“Yes!” He throws his head back dramatically, twirling in place with a heavy sigh before stopping and leaning on the counter again. “I didn’t know if you would recognize my handwriting, or worse, if someone else would. Christ knows what kind of shit I would get into if any of the guys from Hellfire or the band would say if they got their hands on it, let alone any of those assholes I didn’t graduate with.” 

“Fair.” you nod and look back down at the tape, fiddling with the corner of the tracklist paper idly. “So, hey,” at the inquisitive tone of your voice, Eddie's eyes perk up, brows raising. “What if we listened to this together? Instead of me reading all this alone, you could tell me all about it?”

Curls bounce around his head as he nods eagerly, a tight lipped smile spreading across his face. “Yeah, I think that could be arranged.” 

He leaves that day with an extra pep in his step, your home phone number on a sticky note in his pocket, and a chorus of shouts and high fives from the two boys outside. You spend the rest of your shift unable to stop smiling or your pulse from racing. You can’t wait until closing time, when you were promised a phone call to set up a date.

#eddie munson/reader #eddie munson/you #stranger things imagine #stranger things reader insert #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #stranger things fic #diamondsandrust fic

[emimiiibakery]

Ego surfing

──★ ˙ ̟ Synopsis: Kantaro has a loving and wonderful boyfriend! Yet, here he is splayed on the couch scrolling through comments on Visty’s latest post in search of compliments.

──★ ˙ ̟ Pairing: Mikoshiba Kenta x Misuji Kantaro

──★ ˙ ̟ Genre: Fluff

──★ ˙ ̟ Word Count: 658 words

──★ ˙ ̟ A/N: A short fic about my favorite pairing in Pararai! I’ve written this months ago, but only now am I putting it on Tumblr :)) Keep in mind this fic was written with the idea that this happened after the second Pararai. Kenta’s also out of prison and lives with Kantaro. That’s all! Enjoy!

Click. Tap. Click.

Those noises filled Kenta and Kantaro's shared apartment. Usually, It was all just white noise to the two lovers but, today there was something about it that irked Kenta. He wouldn't mind it most of the time, he'd just tune out the repetitive clicking and tapping while he does questionable things on his laptop, like finding people's IP address and bullying 12 year olds. Not today though, he looked up from his screen and saw his boyfriend, lounging on the couch phone in hand.

He's ego surfing again, typical Kantaro. The green haired boy sighed to himself as he watched his boyfriend continue on with his questionable hobby. He didn't really mind Kantaro doing it but, why? Sure he gets the part of wanting validation but, sometimes he'd have to deal with his boyfriend's temper tantrum about a comment calling Visty normies or something along those lines. After dealing with those tantrums he questions the appeal of his lover's hobby. He gets praise and adoration but, in doing so he also reads hate comments? Whoever thinks ego surfing is cool must be a dumbass and has less than two brain cells, his boyfriend being the exception of course, he thought to himself.

As the green haired boy was wrapping his head around the appeal of ego surfing, his boyfriend's energetic voice filled the room. "Look! Kenta! Look! This guy called me cute!!" the multicolored haired boy pointed at his phone screen. He was too far away from the green haired boy to actually see the comment but he didn't care, he got a compliment from a stranger and that's all that matters! He giggles to himself as he likes the random person's comment, not noticing the deadpanned look on his boyfriend's face.

An hour or so has passed and Kantaro's been giggling and whining at praise and hate comments he's been seeing on Visty's new video. At this point, Kenta just wants to take his boyfriend's phone just so he could shut up about what people have to say about him and his group. But, there was also a part of him that wants to take his lover's phone because why the hell are you scrolling for compliments from complete strangers when your boyfriend is in the same room ready to give that same level of praise and more?

Another hour, another round of giggles and whines. Kenta has had enough. He closes his laptop and puts it on a table and walks over to his boyfriend. He snatches Kantaro's phone away and holds it high. "Hey!! What was that for? I wasn't done liking comments!!" the older boy whined like a child. "Your ego surfing timer has run out, better luck next time," the younger boy said in a monotone voice. "You're so mean, you know that! And here I thought you were my loving boyfriend! Hmph" Kantaro pouted. "And I'm def your loving boyfriend so stop looking for praise from strangers and just ask me to do it for ya" Kenta rolled his eyes at his pouty lover. The multicolored haired boy's annoyance was soon turned into laughter that he tried to stifle as he realized what had happened. Kenta was brimming with jealousy.

"Wh- what are you laughing at you normie!" the younger boy stuttered realizing his boyfriend was laughing at him. "Nothing! Nothing at all! Anyways, if you really are my loving boyfriend then you should give me lots of praise and love!" the older boy said as he smiled at his lover. "Fine, whatever come here, I'll give you all the love and praise you want so, you better forget about those losers you call fans" Kenta said as he rolled his eyes, patting his boyfriend's head as he showered him in affection. Finally, Kantaro's hunger for praise was satisfied and Kenta could finally do his doxxing in peace without there being whines and pouts from his extremely needy boyfriend.

#paradox live #paralive #kenta mikoshiba #kantaro misuji #visty #gokuluck #kenta mikoshiba x kantaro misuji #fanfic

[astronomical-bagel]

🍂 leaves: what does your editing process look like? how does your wip typically change as you work on it?

!!!!!! my guy i am SO glad you asked. i LOVE my organization of my fics. this will probably be a very long ramble LMAO

so: my first step to Actually writing a fic that i am planning on finishing, is laying out the plot in an outline, usually in this form:

If it's not planned out enough to do that, then i need to go back to the Idea stage (aka listening to music and staring at my ceiling for hours) to figure out What Happens. Either that, or i ramble about it on my google docs or at one of my siblings.

after figuring out major plot details, I start mapping out chapters. In my Pirate au from Jan. 2021, I worked on an train-of-thought outline that ended up to be over 20k long, (over 50k if you count the side stories i outlined and the character sheets and everything) and took me several months. That was really fun! but horrible for actually writing the story. It'll probably never get posted, aside from when I get nostalgic and infodump about it. So nowadays, i keep my outlines very simple, and only use train-of-thought for fleshing out an already thought-out plan.

Usually, the pattern goes: Idea stage -> Outline -> Train-of-thought -> Refine outline -> start on a chapter -> listen to music and get more ideas -> have a burst of inspiration at 12 am and train-of-thought an entirely new arc into the story -> try to refine the outline but end up having to start the outline over -> continue to chip away at the most concrete chapters while putting a hold on the more nebulous ones -> repeat the cycle several more times until you are finished writing.

the trick is that, after every time i refine or remake an outline, the changes get smaller and smaller until i have everything locked down in a way that I can write without making shit up as i go. I also dislike writing in order, because that makes me focus too much on wordcount and gradual changes, and ends up spoiling the real heart of my work. i also tend to work on a lot chapters at one time.

I am currently on the third installment of my original outline in my TMA au: this one feels very concrete, unlike the last ones where it was hard for me to visualize an order. I'l give you an idea of what it looks like:

this is just the list of chapters-- i have a nother with notes next to it where i list the general gist of what goes down in it, but i didn't want to spoil too much XD

with my actual *writing* i like to have lots of different docs, all organized into folders. In my priate fic, the project was so big i divided the fic into four quarters to make folders for, and organized the snippets I wrote by determining what quadrant of the fic they were from. I also had a separate folder for my shootoff stories, that all had their own four quadrants, and so on and so forth.

My Tma au isn't as big as the other project was supposed to be, though; i have a folder for my outlines and train-of-thoughts, for my wips, and for my finished chapters.

anyways, ive rambled about this for a suprising ammount of time (I've!!! barely scratched the surface of my amazing fic organizing skills tho!!!btw!!!!jsyk!!!!! and im sleeby now so goodnight

#honk shoo honk shoo #astronomical asks #astro writes #beloved mutuals #long post

[twinstarlovers]

Saw this tik tok account of a girl who made it for her divine masculine so she talks to him through & yeah she posted this. I was crying LMFAO. Full moon in Capricorn tho. It’s always gonna be funny but also fucked up that I still cry about you in the middle of being in a rela 💀. I feel bad. The universe is messy af but yeah I miss you, I believe you are doing well which is good. I saw you in the dream world the other day but I forgot fr. I’m crying rn this full moon got me so emotional over you because I miss you but also triggers like I’m mad I’m not with you or don’t have what you have. I was talking to my friend about it & she was like I will have what you have eventually because you are my reflection & I was well… when you say it like that 🤔. I was trying so hard not to cry otp lol.

But hmmm what cha been up to lamo mamo?? 🧐🐥💖 oh frrrr??? Trueeeee. Well I got news, sorta got a job. Training starts tmr. So basically I’ve been looking for a job for like 3 years now but my picky & empath ass & my Pisces midheaven AND THE UNIVERSE TAKING BRICKS. Technically the full moon is tonight July 3rd but obviously it starts the day before & after so that’s crazy my training starts the day of but basically ima be a therapist sorta for a kid or kids with autism. I just need 2 week training which is quite shocking & the pay is good, hours are good kinda just perfect fr but a kid will be assigned to me & I would have to go to their house for like 3-4 hours & just play w them or help them to learn basic shit. The universe blessed w that 23-26 an hour 🙂. The only think I don’t like it’s in the evenings but then it’s perfect because I’m not a morning bird. Honestly I don’t need much of a social life if I got a job. I feel like I wouldn’t even wanna go out after working because it’s either a job & recharge or friends & recharge & none of my friends are soulmates & I got a bf so I really don’t care about friends. I’m so glad I have a more real excuse to say no to my friends when they wanna hang out LMFAO. Ugh saving is so hard cusss OUT OF SIGHT OUT OF MIND 😭. I’ll literally find someone keep my money away from me also what makes me wanna spend more is me tryna not live in a scarcity mindset, that’s my excuse 😭.I don’t have a problem with working & then going home. I’m my best with a routine. So I’ll wakeup at like 11-12 & charge before & then I leave at like 3-4 depending & I would get out at like 8-9 & I’ll just got get food, go home, take a shower & my skincare & then finally eat & watching some shit & then knock out. Honestly this job won’t drain me as much too because it’s little hours & im doing something I like. I hope the universe brings me a good family & kid. I hope this kid is not emotionally unstable too much because I can’t keep myself together when someone else is crying & that’s unprofessional af. The company is in Rockville but I would be visiting my assigned kid(s) around where I live. I’m lowkey a little scared cus it’s a first job & it’s pretty heavy for a first job but then it’s a part of who I am already so I’d just be working with my intuition. Ugh ima have to learn to talk professionally/ just learn how to talk to people in general. My cancer rising gonna beat my ass at first yo 😭. I’ll end up fine. I feel like this job will be healing my inner child fr cus I’m helping another child with a disability, a reflection of me.

K let me stfu now. I still fucking miss you & I’ll probably be having my moments of me crying over you for the rest of the day, actually the next 2 days 💀. Anyways.. I love you & I miss you. I hope you doing okay. I wanna cry again LMFAOOO. Okay bye bye Lamo mamo 🧸💖🌕. Stay safe! 👋🏼🥹

[jennaseniorprojectblog]

Week 8 update

Tuesday  10/11/22

 I realized it would be better to record the stories on my phone. There's less space around the video when I do it that way. 

It took some time, but I found the ideal screen recorder app Axrecorder for Android! Not only is there no watermark, but I can adjust the screen size and crop things out before recording. 

When I went to record a story on my phone, I noticed the characters were floating because there was a space between the dialogue box and the character images. I adjusted the height, and now it looks all good. I then did several tests on my other Instagram account to get a feel for things.

Unfortunately, when I brought the video clips into Instagram in its nicely cropped form, it was too big for the screen. So I have to adjust every clip's size on Instagram by zooming out slightly. 

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Wednesday 10/12/22

Posted my intro video to Instagram. This one is long and has no questions, so I posted it as a reel.

My Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/welcome2ourmind/

 I believe polls expire after 24 hours. I don't have a lot of confidence that people will watch and participate throughout the entire story if I post it on different days. They may not bother waiting for the next part; it's more work for them to have to keep coming back and answering questions, and it's even worse if the poll expires before they even make it to the story in the first place. 

Heck, I'm not even sure if I can get people to participate it's sinking in that there's a lot to look at, kind of like this blog!

The only reason I write so much on here is for the sake of documentation; I want to look back and know how exactly I pulled this off. 

Anyways so, if I'm bringing new people to my page, I should make it as easy as possible for them to interact with my project if and when they decide to look at it. So I've decided to put all the parts together and add google form links as a backup if the stickers stop working. 

It's ridiculous, but I will make a form for each question. This is the only way I can think of doing it so that there is a link for each question. Thankfully, I can link multiple google forms to one spreadsheet, allowing me to have all the data shared there.

So I suppose I would make one spreadsheet for each story and link the respective question forms to the spreadsheet.

 This was my process

Create forms for each of Story one's questions.

Create a spreadsheet for story 1 data

Go back to each of the forms under responses, hit the three-dot icon > select response destination > existing spreadsheet > select the spreadsheet named story 1. 

Now all forms are linked to a spreadsheet. This should make it easier to look at the data. 

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Thursday  10/13/22

 I recorded half of my content (stories 1 and 2) using Axrecorder and put all the videos in a folder on my phone. I also added some art I made to use as a background for the questions segment.

Unfortunately, my Instagram still doesn't allow me to post clips up to 60 seconds. So the workaround is adding multiple clips and having Instagram splice everything up into numerous 15-second segments. It's not the cleanest looking, but it'll do.

This was my first go at it. I didn't include stickers since this is just a test.

https://www.instagram.com/s/aGlnaGxpZ2h0OjE3OTc5ODc0ODAxNjcyODg2?

In my trial run, I discovered that you could only add ten images at a time. The good news is that if you go over ten, you can add more later, and the next photo you add will appear last. Since I can't predict how many videos will be on there when Instagram turns my one long video into several 15-second segments, I'll have to change my strategy a bit from how I did it for the draft.

New strategy

1. Go to the account

2. Hit plus icon at the top

3. Select the stories option

4. Hit gallery > select the first Axrecords0 folder

5. In the order you want them to appear, select the clips and photos you'll need. Best to do acts 1 and 2 first and then make a story again with acts 3 and 4. 

6. Go to the clips with images. Copy and paste questions, answers, and google form links from notes to the image. It should be -- question on top,  middle - sticker/answers, bottom - link. 

Friday 10/14/22 (today) I followed the process above for my first story, then added each story clip to a highlight titled Story 1.

#seniorcapstone

[purityoflust]

The Smile [Jeff The Killer X Victim!Reader] [PART 2]

Jeff the killer X Victim!

WARNING: Yandere. That's it. Yandere.

I finally decided how I would write part 2 to The Smile, which is my first and most popular post on my account so far. Anyone new who has come to read this, check out my other posts as well if you'd like. I'll post more like this. I also have a Quotev account with more fanfictions.

9/12/20, 3/4 days after the top part: God, AFTER SO LONG, I FINALLY DID IT! Took me days! I'm so sorry if this is a bit lazy, it is a tiny bit rushed by the end but how would you guys feel about a detailed part 3? I'll probably go as far as a part 3 or part 4 for the final part.

The vibrations in your brain felt warm and numbing - almost like when you have a horrible migraine and you can finally feel it subsiding with your eyes closed and your fingers gently holding down onto your eyelids as if you're holding your eyes into place to prevent them from bursting out of your skull. Upon waking up you can feel cold air settling into your skin. You haven't been awake 3 minutes and you already know what you're resting on; an extremely uncomfortable metal table. You've only seen them in movies but this was real.

The sound of a singsong voice just slightly echoing through what seemed like a moderately empty room. You groaned softly as you turned your head to your right, very slowly opening your eyes. Your vision blurred in and out, which, you wanted to rub to clear it out but as you went to lift your wrists, you felt pressure around them.

Something was holding your arms down. This catches your attention, blinking multiple times while turning your head back up straight and attempting to sit up. You were hardly successful with that, struggling while grunting under your breath to pull your hands from under what seemed to be a thick rope. As you pulled harder, you sucked in your stomach out of habit before immediately coming to a halt and choking up in pain.

This whole time you were ignoring the voice that was singing eerily nearby, "You and me, always forever~"

The voice was of a male. Scratchy, shaky. Familiar.

Familiar.

You could feel a string of your heart pop out of place as your breath stopped. That's when you knew something was wrong, but it just doesn't add up. You gulp while your eyeballs vigorously glance around to see where the source was coming from, only to see a figure in a corner. It was doubled over and it was sitting down on a simple wooden chair. Doubling over a...table? An average male figure, nothing unique. Although, the clothing style was unusual. At least what was on the clothes. He wore a fluffy white hoodie and what seemed to be black pants and black-and-white converse. The problem wasn't the outfit, no. His hoodie was spotted and had patterns upon patterns of darkened and more fresh-looking blood splatter. He had long black hair down to his shoulders. And luckily, his back was facing you.

You were dumbfounded. How did you get here, why are you restrained, and why is there a blood covered man near you? Is that even blood? Maybe it's paint or a design? Some people do wear clothes that have different kinds of blood splatter designs on them. Hm. Or he's an actual murderer about to gut you like a fish.

You wanted to speak. You wanted to speak so badly but you just couldn't. As you parted your lips, your throat went dry while your gaze stayed locked onto the bloody male that sat before you. The singing made you shiver as you tried so hard to remember where you could have heard or seen him. Why can't you remember?

The male then turned around to look at you. His singing had come to a gentle halt. Your mouth closed as he did so, your throat going completely dry and your whole body feeling like an ice cube. You were greeted with cold blue eyes. They looked hungry and bloodthirsty, yet they held a warm affection as they looked into your traumatized eyes. It was almost comforting until you saw the rest of his face. His skin was snow white and his lips looked dry. That's when more attention is drawn to his lower jaw. He's smiling. Too big for a normal person.

That's when you realize. He has a large smile carved into his cheeks going from ear to ear while his own lips were curled within a smile as well. And that's when it hits you.

And it hits you hard.

The memories of hours prior start brutally crashing into you, flooding back into your numb brain. All of the realization replaced itself with agonizing anxiety, your heart starting to race at speeds that felt impossible. You could pass out, but something inside you kept you awake. Something about him and about this whole situation was making you dizzy. The male slowly stands and turns his body all the way to face you. He seemed deranged, yet, he had a very relaxed stance and body language.

Uncomfortable silence loomed in the air.

He kept staring at you before slowly taking steps forward. You watch him carefully as your head feels like it's spinning, which you could notice your vision blurring a little bit here and there. The silence is suddenly disturbed with the male speaking up again, choking up in giggles. "Oh my sweet Y/N, you're awake~" He cooed, now standing over you. He leaned himself down and reached his hand to your cheek, gently brushing your skin with his surprisingly soft thumb. He leaned his face closer to yours. The smell of booze, blood, & smoke overwhelmed your nostrils. Yet it didn't seem to bother you that much.

His touch almost kind of made you feel...at ease. Your heart slowed itself and your breathing went back to pace. You felt fine, somewhat, but something in your stomach was still sore. The more you stare at him, the more memories come flooding back. The more memories flooding back, the easier you fit the puzzles together.

"M-my...stomach..--" You stutter out painfully.

In response to this, the male turned his head over to your abdomen and gently rested his other hand onto your bandaged stomach, applying very gentle pressure on it as to not hurt you. It was still slightly painful, causing you to groan under your breath.

"Oh, this...I'm sorry, my sweet butterfly. I had to make sure you wouldn't get away, and you didn't! Don't worry, Jack patched you up, so you'll be just fine!"

You remember now. You remember it all. The chase, your friend, the salty kiss before what you thought was your demise.

You naturally wondered as well; who's Jack?

"Wh-.." You weakly force air out of your throat again to speak, "why am I..tied-?"

"Oh, so you wouldn't be able to get away. I knew you would run away, or struggles, so I had to make sure you wouldn't do that!"

He was right. You would run away and struggle to get out of whatever the hell kind of place you're in. Well, knowing what he looks like. He DID stab you, after all. Who knows what this sicko wants.

He lifts his hand from your stomach and turns back to you, gently placing both of his hands at each side of your face. "You're so beautiful, Y/N. So sweet and so innocent. I couldn't keep letting the others eat you up like candy. You're mine and only mine. I need to protect you."

"Wh-who- are you?" You weren't really all too scared for some strange reason now. You were pretty calm. Probably from all of the energy this is draining.

"His name is Jeff." A deep and gruff voice cuts in.

The both of you turn your heads to the door of the room where a tall figure in all black stood. He was about 6"4 wearing heavy boots, black jeans, and a black hoodie. His hair was a dark brown though while he wore a mask. The mask was a dark blue with black goo oozing from the eyesockets. He was pretty intimidating even just by standing idly like a character waiting to be loaded in.

"And I'm Jack." He continued, "I'm the one who took care of your wound."

Jack stepped closer, soon standing at the other side of the table. He stood at the left as Jeff stood at the right.

"He wouldn't stop insisting I help."

You just blink, unknowing of what to respond with. He pursed his lips under his dark mask, in his own thought for a moment while staring down at you. You seemed calm enough, and your still pretty fresh injury was gonna hold you back anyway.

"[P]-[Pronoun]'s gonna-!" He attempts to blurt out, only to be stopped by you.

"I won't."

You were untied at your wrists and ankles, allowing yourself to pull your legs up and rest your feet at the top of the table, propping your knees up. It made your stomach feel weird, but it felt kind of nose and felt like it was easing the pain. You wrapped your arms around your knees, looking around the room more. "What is this place?" You ask.

"It's a medical room."

"Huh.." You shrug it off. Your anxiety levels had died down and the more you actually think about it, this isn't the worst thing that's happened. Your life has been pretty fucked up and you have damaged relationships everywhere. Honestly, being around new people and being far away from others sounds not too bad right now. Not like anyone would care anyway.

The next few hours, you're introduced to everyone else at the Mansion. They've been so...unique and honestly, you're surprised some people and beings like them even exist. They were all equally surprised with how little fear you showed.

You actually got along with most of them.

The others have taken a liking to you and hope you hang around longer. Alone in the living room, you, Jeff, Jack, and others sit at the couches and chairs in the living room, chatting away and getting to know them as they get to know you.

You feel Jeff wrap his arms around you and place a gentle kiss on your forehead, making your heart skip a beat.

You found out Jeff has been stalking you for months at a time. Watching your every move, eliminating anyone in the way. Huh, no wonder so many people in your life kept disappearing. You...couldn't bring yourself to be upset or scared, let alone even sad. You felt kind of at ease.

And far from uncomfortable. Someone loved you. Maybe more than they should, but they love you.

You didn't even feel upset at the fact Jeff had murdered that friend earlier. I mean, you just met the guy, so he wasn't even a 'friend'? So you paid no mind to it.

If anything, you really liked the thrill of someone being obsessed with you. A serial killer being so infatuated with you. He could be so protective of you and get rid of anyone you asked him to! There's is an advantage here. You knew he could snap and probably kill you intentionally or unintentionally, but you didn't mind. You really had no one else, technically speaking. No one that really cared. Not as much as he did.

Maybe he isn't so bad.

#Jeff the killer x reader #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #part two #part 2 #yandere #male yandere #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta x you #gender neutral #jeff the killer x you #jeff the killer x y/n #small series

[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.

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Almost

AN: Hello everyone, I am fairly new to posting on this app, so therefore I am still learning how to use it. Hehe :) Anyways, I hope you are having a great day!

Warning: Nothing really, maybe a little bit of angst? 

Zayn and Y/n broke up and all he’s left with are the videos she took during their senior year of high school.

September 1st, 2010: 

The camera was set up in her hand as she was slightly fixing her hair, a huge smile plastered on her makeup covered face. He always thought she looked better without makeup, but sometimes you couldn’t beat the insecurities. 

“Here we are, the first day of senior year! How are we feeling, Zayn?” 

Next to her stood himself, a much younger version of himself. Two years to be exact. He was almost unrecognizabel, with his usual high school attire adoring his body. A white tee-shirt, black skinny jeans, and not to mention his varsity football jacket hanging off of his shoulders. She looked lovingly at her boyfriend, her eyelashes beating against the softness of her rounded cheeks. 

“I’m ready to get out of here, the last three years were the upmost worst years of my life.” Zayn spoke truthfully, he hadn’t expected to make it past the ninth grade, but with the help of Y/n, he managed to make it all the way to his graduating year. Y/n gave him an offended look before responding, “Hey! If it weren’t for these last three years, you would’ve never met me, let alone had the courage to talk to me. Am I really that bad?” 

She laughed out while speaking, all so he knows that she is joking and would never accuse him of thinking such things. Though, he was already two steps ahead of her and was laughing along at her sad attempt of looking offended. “Of course not, baby. You are what kept me going.” With that, Zayn kissed her temple and she let out a small giggle before stopping the camera. 

September 5th, 2010:

Random small talk was heard on the computer sitting in front of Zayn, before her face showed with a bright glow. She was so beautiful it almost hurt. She was laughing at something her friend Emery said, though it was completely inaudible, he just let the smile take over his face hearing her laugh again. 

“I don’t exactly know why I turned this on, but hello! We successfully made it through the first week of school, and let me just say, it was not fun. The teachers still hate me.” Again, Y/n laughed towards the camera. 

“I remember this one time last year when Mr. Lambert threw me out of class because I wouldn’t stop laughing. In my defence, he was talking about the safety of condoms and Zayn kept mocking him. That was a detention worth going to.” Zayn remembered that day clearly. He sat to the left of Y/n, Mr. Lambert’s first mistake, and would whisper in her ear how he would show her the proper way to wear a condom when they got to her house that night. To say he did end up showing her was an understatement. 

The camera then turned to her friend before she continued on with what she was saying, “Anyways, Emery here, has informed me about this back to school party for seniors at Anthony Stilettos house. So, we are heading to the mall so we can get a nice looking outfit for tonight. I’ll see you guys later!”  And with that the camera switched off.

He thought that was the end of the video, but when she popped back on his screen, he was pleasantly surprised. She wore a black dress that just reached her knees, the end of it rippled and flew each time she took a step. Her hair and makeup was done, and her shoes matched her dress, she really was the most beautiful person he has ever met. 

Without saying anything, Y/n moved the camera to where the view was now on Emery. She wore a simple tight red dress that fit her like a glove, she was placing bobby pins in her hair before realising a camera was watching her every move. Emery turned away from the mirror Y/n had in her room, and started making random poses into the camera. The video finally ended with Y/n facing the camera back to herself while laughing at it. 

October 7th, 2010: 

It was homecoming. Their final homecoming, and of course, Zayn asked her to be his date. He didn’t go all out like the previous years, this particular year was asked right after they finished giving each other their all. They were bunched up together, all sweaty and breathless, and that is when Zayn asked her to go to homecoming with him. He thought it was gross because of their previous activities, but Y/n thought it was sweet, endearing even. It was personal and intimate, she wouldn’t have had it any other way. Plus, she was tired of all the attention that comes with getting asked to homecoming. 

Her dress was a beautiful shade of baby yellow, Zayn wore his usual black suit but with a yellow tie and a yellow rose pinned to his coat pocket. The night couldn’t have been anymore magical. 

“Z, are you ready to go? Emmy and Dallas are waiting in the car.” Her soft voice echoed through the speakers, she was worried about being late. But more so, excited about what the night had planned for the couple. Zayn was fixing his hair, like he does any other day, however today, he wanted to look his absolute best. “Just one more second, love. Gotta look perfect before leaving these four secured walls.” 

Y/n rolled her eyes into the camera before another smile took over her face. It only got wider as he finally announced that he was ready. 

“Baby, you look handsome! You don’t need all that hair gel, make one wrong move and we’re calling you Uncle Jesse.” Zayn scoffed, his hands finding their place on her hips, him being pressed up against her back. His chin resting on her shoulder, they looked so in love. They were so in love. 

October 31st, 2010: 

Fall was Y/n’s favorite season, meaning Halloween was by far her favorite holiday. She squealed into the camera when Zayn walked out in his Peter Pan costume. “Baby, you look so fucking adorable!” She cooed, though Zayn was having none of it. “Do we have to go to this party? Can’t we just stay in and watch scary movies, I promise I will protect you if you get too scared!”

He knew it was no use, Y/n had been going on and on about Anthony’s costume party for the past week, so when she started laughing, Zayn internally groaned. “Brave of you to assume I will get scared during a horror movie. How about we go for just an hour, then you and I can come back here and watch whatever movie you want?” 

At that, his ears perked, he could go for an hour. That gives him all the more time alone with his love. “Hocus Pocus? That’s my favorite.” 

“Yes baby, we can watch Hocus Pocus, do this for me, and I’m all yours for the rest of the night.” A grin was stretched across his face as she leaned up and gave a peck to his lips. Adoration shining brightly in her eyes as she looked up at him. “You are so lucky I love you, Y/n.” 

“I love you, Zayn. More than you will ever know.” 

December 31st, 2010:

“Hola, my favorite people! Happy New Years Eve, I hope you guys are having a good day. My family is having a little party to bring in the new year, even though you won’t be watching this until later when I decide to post it, I hope you guys have an amazing holiday. Be safe now. Bye!”

Christmas and New Year’s was hard for Y/n. She had major separation anxiety for everyone she grows close to, so not being able to see the people she loves for a whole two weeks was taking a toll on her. Not to mention, Zayn went back to Bradford for the holidays, so he wasn’t there to keep her calm. All she had was the emails and messages he would send her.  

However, that night was different. She didn’t know what it was, but the air felt more intoxicating. There was something she was missing and the young girl couldn’t put her finger on it. 

Emery got ahold of Y/n’s camera without her noticing, pressing the ‘record’ button and smiling.

“Hi, as many of you may know, my name is Emery White. Before questions start racing through your head about where Y/n is, she is currently in the kitchen talking to one of her neighbors, and she knows nothing about this so, shhh!” Emery held her index finger up to her mouth, even though she is talking to a camera. 

“So, the time is now 11:58, meaning it is almost New Year’s and I got a message from a good friend of mine to get her camera and start recording. Oh wait, she’s coming over! Act normal!” 

“Emmy? Why do you have my camera, wait no, when did you get my camera?” Emery turned her neck to look at Y/n, and smiled while looking at her friends confused face. “It’s almost midnight, I figured we could record the big moment for your journal thing.” 

Y/n looked at her watch and sure enough, it was 12:59, and the people around her were counting down. By the time Y/n looked back at her friend, Emery had switched her position to behind the camera, her smile now stretching to her eyes. She gave a confused smile towards the camera before shaking her head. 

10..

9..

8..

A tap was felt on Y/n’s shoulder making her turn around, not believing her eyes, she had to do a double take. There he was in all of his glory. Zayn stood in front of her with a bouquet of random flowers, her eyes widening in complete shock. 

3..

2..

1!

Before she could fully process his presence, Zayn had planted his lips against hers in what he would call, one of their best kisses. His arms went around her waist while hers were around his neck, keeping him as close as humanly possible. She was the first to pull away from the kiss, tears forming at the bottom of her eyes but never fell. Zayn pulled her back, this time her face went into his neck as he whispered out a small, “Happy New Years, baby.” 

May 22nd, 2011: 

Senior prom, a day Y/n has waited her entire life for. Getting all dolled up for one night of perfection sounded glorious. Unlike most people, her dress doesn’t reach the floor but goes a little ways past her knees. It was a light shade of green, she wasn’t usually one for the cliche pink and blue, and her stomach was laced over showing her belly button peircing. She felt on top of the world, the most gorgeous she has ever felt in her entire life. 

Zayn was in a nude tuxedo, a lightish green tie tucked into the blazer. “It’s prom day, baby, how do you feel?” The now well-known camera placed in front of his face, though he paid no attention to it, but really the girl behind it. “Like I have the most beautiful girlfriend in the world. How did I get so lucky, hm?” 

The blush was evident on her face, he could see it perfectly now even with the camera facing him and not herself. He could still see the light in her eyes. Looking back on it, he couldn’t imagine living his life without her, how could he let her go? 

It wasn’t like they got in a fight or anything, Zayn and Y/n were going to different colleges and he didn’t want to do the whole long distance thing. He felt she deserved better than that. So even though the breakup was absolutely not a mutual agreement, Y/n somewhat understood and let him walk away. 

“You’re such the charmer, Zayn. Always got me blushing for no good reason.” 

“I would be a bad boyfriend if I didn’t.” 

Now turning the camera to face both of them, Zayn placed a kiss on her lips before turning off the camera and letting their night go on as best as it could, for it would be one of the last good memories they have. Except at the time, neither of them knew the last time would actually be the last time. 

June 4th, 2011: 

“Hey everyone, I just want to start off by saying congratulations, we made it. Graduating today was the most amazing feelings, and I’m sure you all can agree with me. The past four years have really taught me a lot, I know I sound like the Mallory Barnes, our valedictorian that gave the speech today, but I’m serious, you all have been amazing. Teachers included.” 

Y/n wasn’t in her usual attire. She was in a comfortable baggy hoodie, and that’s all you could see as her camera was propped on the desk in the corner of the room. Her hair was in a messy bun, no makeup, and her glasses were sat perfectly on her nose. What no one could notice was the slight puffiness to her eyes, the way they were red and tired. But Zayn noticed, however. When Y/n first uploaded this to her instagram, Zayn couldn’t bare to watch it, so seeing it now definitely brought back a feeling he tried too hard to push away. 

“In the past four years I have learned about friendships, I learned about love, and I learned about heartbreak. I have got to say, high school brought me some really great friendships that I will cherish forever. I am finding it very difficult to say goodbye, but we are bound to go off and do bigger and better things. The future awaits for us.” 

“I just want to thank you guys for the amazing memories, and I hope you guys make your dreams come true.” Y/n sighed into the camera, she was really bad at saying goodbye, though you would think it would be easier considering no one likes high school. However, Y/n loved every single second of it, maybe not the learning but the memories made.

“Now, I am going to get really sappy for a minute and say a massive thank you to the man who has loved me for the past four years. Zayn, I know we haven’t talked in a few weeks, and you’re probably not even watching this, but just know that I am so proud of you.  I don’t know how I could not be. I really hope you make something wonderful of yourself. You were by far my favorite part of this journey. Thank you for sticking with me and for loving me. And even though we aren’t together anymore, I love you.”

“We almost had it all, didn’t we?” 

AN: Yeah, I don't think I like this babahahah. Love the concept but someone out there could definitely write it better. 

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