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spaghettificationandpretzels · 11 months

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A Voice Through the Nothingness Part 8

Check out this post by @marvelmusing for what I used as a visual for my post scars Billy.

I hope everyone is enjoying my fic, it's about to pick up so now is a great time to comment and let me know what you like about it.

Series Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Contains: Longing, pining, mild angst, this is still a slow burn.

4.6K words

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“But nothing makes a room feel emptier than wanting someone in it.” - Calla Quinn

It had been five weeks since Billy left the hospital and despite Dr Charles telling him every session that his feelings would fade, they hadn't. He was back at work now, his suit feeling like home as he took calls and met with clients.

Getting back to his life had helped but he still found himself angry at the most minor things. There were a lot more annoyances now, and while he didn't miss the controlled environment of the hospital, he did miss all the people there.

His mind often floated to Hazel, he thought about what she was doing with her life, how work had been, what she was doing on her time off, he went around and around until he was overwhelmed with thoughts.

Frank bursting into his office pulled his attention away from his swirling mind, he didn't seem happy, "why does one of our cars show they were out the front of Hazel place for two hours last night?"

Billy drummed his fingers impulsively, "she lives in a shithole Frank, there are fucking rats and trash everywhere."

Frank sighed, Billy had been like this, obeying Hazel's request to stay away while worrying continuously about her. He was still staying away if he cased her place while she was at work, "Bill, you gotta stop. Hazel's a big girl, she can look after herself."

Frank was being careful, mindful of Billy's anger and the cup being tossed at his office wall proved that, "she deserved to be looked after, not watching her back while she walks down the street."

"Like she looked after you? Billy, she told you she needed distance and then she told you she would never have feelings for you. You have to let her go man, this isn't healthy." Frank was growing worried, he knew Billy would never hurt anyone who didn't deserve it but he also knew Hazel was going to say or do whatever she could to keep Billy from falling deeper in love with her.

Billy rubbed his face, "she was lying, we both know that."

Frank wasn't in the mood to go over this again, "it doesn't matter, she told you to stay away."

Billy looked at his friend, "I'm just going to keep an eye on her, just in case."

Frank's jaw clenched, "no you won't, if you keep this she will find out and to drop you into the shrink. I'll do it and I'm not going to tell you anything, you'll have to settle for knowing I'll make sure she's ok."

"Fine, I just want to keep her safe." Billy's voice was still full of anger.

"And I'm going to do that Bill but you can't be involved. She will hate herself if she thinks she's messed up you getting back on your feet. Don't be a selfish bastard, you gotta do what she's asked."

Billy's eyes fell to the ground, "I know. I just miss her so much."

Frank sighed, "yeah man, I can tell but she's doing ok. Dr Charles said that this won't last forever and in a few months, if she's ok with it, you can try and see you again but you can't do that if you don't get your head right and get over this. I know you don't think so but you're feelings are changing, you just gotta give it time."

Billy smiled softly, "yeah, well I still feel like shit," he took a deep breath, "now I have to go meet this guy, he wants full detail and he's willing to pay."

Frank chuckled, "you might have lost your step with the ladies but at least you haven't lost your sales smarts."

****

"You have to stop beating yourself up about this, you did the right thing and like you say to your patients so many times, you can't help your feelings, you can only understand them."

Hazel appreciated Dr Charles' confidence but she still felt like shit, "yeah yeah, we've been over this a million times before but even with a clear head I still feel like an asshole."

Dr Charles adjusted his glasses, "You didn't do anything wrong, you were aware of your feelings and where they came from and you didn't act on them. You knew that pulling away would have done more harm than good and you stuck it out. I know I don't say this often but you were in a no win situation and you made the most of it."

Hazel sighed, "I miss him, and it's not just Billy. I miss all of them and it sucks that I lost friends over this."

"That's normal, and while I know you don't want to hear about how Billy is doing even though he gave me permission to disclose how's he doing, I want you to know that he's working through his feelings. It's taking time but he's coming to realise that you were telling the truth." Dr Charles felt for both of them, but it was as clear to him as it was anyone else that the feelings went beyond trauma, it was his job to make sure they knew to what degree.

Hazel smiled softly, "so he's doing good?"

Dr Charles nodded, "he is and I know it's only been ten weeks since but he is making amazing progress. You are too and like I've said a million times before, with time you and Billy can and should spend some time together so you can work through this and have closure."

Hazel shook her head, "I just want to be his friend again."

"And maybe you can have that, but for now, you need to focus on not kicking yourself every time you think of him." He hopped up and went to the file drawer before returning with a folder, "if you need reassurance, you can read my notes on him."

Hazel held up a hand, "no, I don't want to."

Dr Charles smiled, "well then, I guess I'll see you next week?"

She nodded, "yep."

****

Billy leaned against the door frame and flashed a smile, "You know Macy, there's an amazing hot chocolate place about twenty minutes from here, maybe we can give it a go?"

The blonde twirled her hair, "I'd like that Mr Russo."

"Please, call me Billy." Billy was surprised at how easily he fell back into his old ways, this was as easy as breathing.

"Alright Billy," she pulled a bit of paper out of her purse and wrote her number and address on it, "see you at six."

She swayed off and Frank took her place, having watched the interaction from afar, "good you for Bill. I mean, it's been three months, I was being to think your dick didn't work."

Billy huffed, "my dick works fine thanks."

****

"Don't wobble your eyes at me, you fishy asshole, I'll feed you in a minute." Barry swam to the top of his tank and spit a glob of water at the lid, "fine you little shit, I'll give you some snails but you bet quit being a dick or I'm putting you in the soup."

Knock knock

Hazel sighed, "I'm coming." She raced to the door, Lizzy was standing there in the tightest pair of jeans she had ever seen and a silver silky T-shirt, "you look amazing."

Lizzy smiled, "thank you, are you will too once you let into your closet. We are going out tonight and we're going to dance and get all our drinks for free."

Hazel sighed, "you know I don't like going out, I have study to do anyway."

Lizzy rolled her eyes, "you're not in school any more Hazel, do case reading later. I'm not leaving here without you."

She rolled her eyes, "fine, you know where my clothes are. I need to feed Barry."

Lizzy smiled, "that's what I want to hear." When she walked by the tank she waved to the fish, "Hi Barry."

Barry swam to the glass and wiggled back and forth, "don't look at me like that dude, I know. I'll feed you before I leave."

When Lizzy came out, she had an outfit similar to her own in her hands, tight black skinny jeans and a simple dark blue crop top T-shirt, "that's very dark?"

"Well yes, we're going to a club. Put your hair in a bun, put on some silver jewellery and you'll look great." Lizzy handed Hazel the clothes and went to the tank to interact with Barry.

"Contrary to your belief, I know how to dress." Hazel wasn't offended, she just wanted to enjoy a quiet night in.

Lizzy sighed, "I know that but when was your last date?"

Hazel shrugged, "I don't know, two and a half years ago."

Lizzy tilted her head, "there you go. I know you have style, you just need a little help."

Hazel tossed on the clothes, not bothering to go behind the paper screen to change, "see you look great, it even shows off your tattoo." Lizzy was right, the detail black and grey botanical tattoo that stopped just before her scrubs started was on full display.

Hazel glanced at her arm, "Yeah yeah, can we at least get some food on the way? I don't want to be dancing all night with an empty stomach."

Lizzy smiled, "Sure, the club has some really nice food. There's nothing stopping up from getting a table and eating there."

Hazel rolled her eyes, "alright, just let me feed Barry and then we can go."

"Let me do it." Lizzy was already rushing to the fridge.

"Sure, I'll get my keys." Hazel resigned herself to it, maybe it would be good to get out for the night.

****

Frank shook his head as Billy walked up to him arm in arm with another woman, a redhead this time. Frank smiled at her then pointed to Billy, "Can I steal him for a bit?"

The woman smiled, "of course."

She walked off and Frank gave Billy a look, "it seems your back to your old tricks?"

Billy smiled, "yeah man, I am. Like I told you, I gotta share the wealth."

Frank sighed, "so you're finally over Hazel?"

Billy paused, "it ain't like that man. I miss her like hell but I can see what she was saying now. It wasn't love, at least not like that. I still really care about her and I'm not going to lie to you, if I saw her on the street it would kill me no to say hello but she said she needed space and I'm giving it to her. It's been four months, she old me that six months down the line I would be thankful for what she did and I am, had we started anything I would have fucked it up."

Frank raised his eyebrows, "wow, therapy has done you wonders."

Billy chuckled, "Yeah, I'm real balanced now. Where are we going anyway?"

"Club Blue, the owner wants us to do protection from an upcoming event. If we do well, he wants to hire us permanently." While a club wouldn't have been in their roster before, Thomas' advertising was being in all sorts of clients.

Billy smiled, "Great, I'll just grab my date and we'll head off."

Frank sighed, "Billy the Beaut, your dick's going to fall off one day if you keep this up."

Billy shrugged, "but not tonight."

****

Hazel looked out the taxi window and took in the streets, "where are we going?"

Liz looked up from her phone with a smile, "Club Blue."

Hazel's eyes went wide, "Lizabeth, they sell sixty dollar mac and cheese and ninety dollar cocktails, who is paying for this?"

Lizzy sighed, "The owner is putting on a huge event in a few weeks and they want advertise, there'll be a heap of free stuff."

Hazel shook her head, "but we need to get in, how are we going to get in when it's the hottest thing in town?"

Lizzy placed her hand on Hazel's leg and gave her knee a squeeze, "I have two tickets and the only person I wanted to take was my best friend. It's super high end, there won't be any creeps, the music will be nice and I don't plan to go home with anyone so we can dance the whole night."

Hazel's shoulder fell, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be a killjoy."

Lizzy smiled softly, "you're not being a killjoy. We're going to have so much fun and looking the way you do, you're going to get a whole bunch of attention and you can turn down every single one that looks your way."

Hazel sighed, "why the fuck not."

Lizzy's smile grew, "that's the spirit."

It didn't take long for them to pull up at the club, the bright blue sign filling the night sky with a blue glow. They hopped out of the cab and walked to the front, bypassing the mile long line when Lizzy flashed the tickets. The red rope was moved to the side and they walked in, the music filling Hazel's ears as they got further into the club.

"Wow, this place is fancy. Like really fancy." Hazel's eye went from one thing to the next, the bright dangling lights to the dark blue walls and the white furniture, "those will get dirty fast."

Lizzy huffed, "I'm sure they'll keep it clean. Come on, let's go get some drinks and before you say anything, they have a whole range of mocktails."

They walked up to the bar and Hazel looked at the menu while Lizzy ordered and G an T, "I'll have a strawberry fizzle, no alcohol please."

The bartender smiled, "Good choice."

He made the drink and slid it across the bar, Hazel taking a sip and moaning as the burst of strawberry hit her tongue, "wow, this is amazing."

Lizzy smiled, "yep. I think we should order now, get in and eat dinner while we still can, that good with you?"

Hazel nodded, "yep, I want the duck fat fries and the classic hamburger they sound amazing."

Lizzy's finger grazed the solid metal menu bolted to the table, "and I think I'll get the duck fat fries and the fried fish."

They went to order but the bartender held up a finger, "already done ladies, have a seat at one of our tables and we'll have it out soon."

Hazel blinked, "gee wiz, we'll never be able to afford this place again."

Lizzy chuckled, "Nope, so enjoy it while you can."

****

"So we have four entrances, two for our guests and two for our staff. The small guest entrance at the back, which we just went through, is for the VIP guests and the one at the front is for our regulars. We don't care which ones our staff use but we do want our kitchen staff to use the one closest to the kitchen." The owner gave them a speedy tour, acting like Billy and Frank were already working for them.

"We'll see that on your plans if you choose to hire us." The owner had already sent Billy's date to the VIP area to enjoy a drink and Billy wasn't happy about having to beat around the bush.

The owner smiled, "well then, we can head to the VIP area and you can enjoy some drinks on us, see if you like our business and we'll talk about your fees."

He directed Frank and Billy to a set of couches slightly above the main floor and half hidden behind frosted glass, joining Billy's date who was waiting for them with drink in hand, "it's really nice here Billy."

He smiled and her and placed a hand on her knee, "It is." He turned to the owner, "now we won't waste your time, if you want to hire us we'll need some things first."

The man raised a hand, "Anything."

Frank cleared his throat, "First things first, you'll need safety measures in place, that's a different code word in each bathroom and drug tests behind the bar so you can test if someone thinks their drink has been spiked. We'll need assurances that you do fire checks regularly and have done drills for clearing with place out when it's full and we'll need a list of the people you've barred for the establishment."

The owner swallowed, "I'm sure we can get all that for you, our main priority is the safety of our guests."

Billy looked around, searching for all the windows are doors he could see from where he was sitting. His eyes scanned the crowd, and his heart skipped as he looked closer, confirming the women he was looking at were Hazel and Lizzy. He shook it off and returned to his conversation, she looked happy and he wasn't going to risk that by bothering her, no matter how much he wanted to clear the air.

****

They had been dancing for at least an hour when Lizzy paused the fun, "I gotta pee, I'll be back."

Hazel huffed, "You've got a weak ass blader, but I'll come just in case." They hurried off to the bathroom, up a small flight of stairs and around the corner to the bathroom. It was just as nice as the rest of the Club and Hazel took a moment to check her phone while she waited for Lizzy.

Her friend picked up on her facial expression when she stepped out of the stall, "what's wrong?"

Hazel sighed, "I got to pop outside and make a phone call, one of my patients took a turn, I'll be back."

Lizzy nodded, "off you go, I'll have a drink ready when you get back."

Hazel rushed out and Lizzy followed, now that she wasn't in the middle of a conversation, she was able to have a good look around and her focus was drawn to a small bar off to the side. As she walked towards it, she walked past a small frosted glass petition, her eyes going wide when she saw a man sitting with Frank and Billy and Billy's arm slung over a woman's shoulders. They all met eyes and Frank gave her a soft smile while Billy sat there like a deer in headlights.

Lizzy headed to the bar, planning on waiting for one of them to approach her rather than say something and good thing she did because just as the bartender was about to shoo her away, Billy walked up with a smile, "Whiskey for me and water for my friend."

"Hey." Billy looked good, his hair was longer and he had grown his bread in, he must have been close to how Hazel first described him.

He smiled softly, "hey. I saw you and Hazel and the dancefloor, you guys looked like you were having fun."

Lizzy nodded, "yeah we are, you look good."

Billy nodded, "I'm feeling good," he took a breath, "look, I'm not going to say anything to her, I'm doing what she said and staying away."

Lizzy sighed, "she missed you Bill but this distance is a good thing, having said that, don't be surprised if she called you in a few weeks for coffee."

Billy felt calmer than he thought he thought would at that news, "so she's doing well?"

"Yeah, she's great. She had to take a work call but she'll be back in a bit. If you're feeling up to it maybe you can talk to her tonight, I know she'd be happy with it." Lizzy was happy Hazel had dealt with her feelings but she knew that if Hazel waited any longer to get closure with him, she would never do it.

Billy shook his head, "no, I've got a hot date so I don't think she'd be happy with that. I've been meaning to ask Dr C but I guess I can ask you, is Hazel going to the charity dinner next month?"

Lizzy nodded, "yep, we both are. Will you be there?"

Billy smiled, "We all will be, we wanted to thank the hospital for everything they've done for us so we donated some seats and offered to do security."

Lizzy smiled, "wonderful, I'm sure you and Hazel will talk the night away."

Billy sighed, a strange feeling coming over him, "I'm sure we will."

****

"I think he's going to be there, Lizzy told me she saw him when we went to that club a few weeks ago but she wouldn't tell me much more. I want to talk to him, finally get over all of this."

Dr Charles nodded, "I think that's a great idea. Billy has said the same thing and while I think Lizabeth should tell you the conversation word for word I see no issues with you and Billy pursuing a friendship now."

A friendship?

Hazel blinked, "you think it will be that simple, even after everything?"

"I do. You have made it clear to me that you no longer feel at fault for what happened and Billy now understands why his feelings arose. I think that not only will it be beneficial for you to clear the air but I think it's important that you both move on from this together, not only because you still care about each other but because you are friends with Billy's friends and they are close with Lizzy. You can never go wrong with another support network." Dr Charles could see as clear as day that it was the right thing to do, he was just sad it took Hazel this long to stop being upset at herself over the whole thing.

Hazel sighed, "I don't think I needed that much convincing but thank you anyway."

Dr Charles smiled, "well then, I look forward to seeing you on Saturday night."

****

"Oh my God, these dressed are insane." Hazel couldn't stop looking at the price tags.

Lizzy wasn't having it, "It's just a one off, I've seen your bank account, you can afford it."

'Yes, because I'm saving so I can buy a house outright, I need every dollar I can get." Hazel didn't live in a shithole for no reason, she was doing her best to get out of there by any means necessary.

"It's one night Hazel, you should live a little." Lizzy paused and walked over to a dress Hazel had been eyeing the whole time they had been there, "Try it on, please."

Hazel huffed and took it off her, disappearing into to change room with an unimpressed look on her face. When she returned Lizzy could see how much she loved the dress, "I can't afford this Liz, I've got dresses at home."

Lizzy shook her head, "Then I'm buying it for you. Don't say no, I'm not going to let you, just say thank you."

Hazel sighed, "Thank you Lizzy, the moment I buy my house I'll pay you back double."

Lizzy chuckled, "you better."

Hazel spun towards to mirror to take a good look, finally ok to take it in now that she could have it. The dress was a deep green, floor length and covered in tiny embroidered flowers. The skirt had a little puff to it and the sleeves draped over her arm, the whole thing showing off her tattoo so tastefully that it made her look like some kind of woodland fairy. It fit her perfectly and the corset bodice clinging to her waist made the skirt sway even more.

She took a deep breath and turned back to Lizzy, "I love it so much."

Lizzy smiled, "I know. Come on, now that you've got that we have to go buy shoes, I'm sure you'll be able to find something you like and if you can't pay for it, I'll buy it for you." Hazel went to protest but Lizzy stopped her, "nope, you are going to look amazing even if I have to force you to."

Hazel shook her head, "I love you Liz."

Lizzy walked up to Hazel and pulled her into a hug, "Love you too Hazelnut."

****

Frank fixed his tie and straightened his suit, "What Bill, no date for tonight?"

Billy shook his head, "you know I'm planning on talking to Hazel tonight, I don't want to make some poor women feel like shit because I'm talking to someone else the whole night."

Frank smiled, "what a gentleman. What did Doctor Charles say yesterday?"

"He said that a friendship with Hazel would work but only if I'm honest with myself and with her and that I need to be sure that I don't have any lingering feelings, which I don't. She's my friend and I know now she did the right thing. If all I get to do tonight is say sorry for all the shit I put her through then that's fine with me." Billy didn't know when his feelings for Hazel faded, he just woke up one day and she wasn't the first thing he thought about.

"I just want you to be happy. Look man, I've said it to you before and I'll say it again. I think you're feelings for each other are a lot more than you two understand and sure, maybe you getting your head smashed against the floor fucked a few things up but you knew each other before it happened and while I don't like to think the universe has a plan, maybe it does here." Frank knew his friend well, Billy still felt something for her.

"I can't tell you how I'll feel when I see her again, I just know that I put her in a terrible position regardless of how she felt about me. If I'm going to do this, I want her to want it too." Deep down, even though his feelings had changed, Billy hoped they could grow again in a healthier way.

Frank nodded, "Well, we're leaving in ten so you're about to find out."

****

"Did you ever think we'd end up at the yearly charity ball?" Hazel was amazing at the ballroom, it was decorated with twinkling fairy lights and soft white drapes, the huge windows letting in the glow of the city just enough to feel fancy but not too much to feel exposed.

Lizzy shook her head, "nope, but we've done pretty well for ourselves this year, I think we deserve it."

Hazel nodded, "fuck yeah we do."

"You wanna get a drink?" Hazel followed Lizzy's finger to the long bar in the corner, the bartender putting on a show for the patrons lined up waiting for their drinks.

Hazel shrugged, "sure, why not." They wander over, Hazel leaning on the bar as she looked over the menu, "I'll have Whiskey on the rocks please."

Lizzy smiled, "ooo, living a little?"

Hazel shook her head, "no, I just don't have to work tomorrow."

Lizzy opened her mouth to respond but familiar faces walking through the door stopped her, she tapped Hazel on the shoulder and pointed behind her, Hazel turning around with interest. Her heart skipped a beat when her eyes landed on Billy. He looked great, his hair was back to the way it was when they first met, albeit missing where the scar went into his hairline, and his beard had grown back in.

She could tell Billy was already looking for her and they met eyes across the room, Hazel waving softly before picking up her drink and walking over. Billy gave her a soft smile, his heart racing in his chest, "Hello Hazel."

Hazel smiled back, trying to compose herself, "Hello Billy."

Part 9

#a voice through the nothingness #billy russo #the punisher #fix it fic #billy russo imagine #billy russo fanfic #billy russo smut #ben barnes #the punisher fanfiction #billy russo x ofc #frank castle #karen page #everybody lives/nobody dies #curtis hoyle #daredevil

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enderwalking · 2 years

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ok here's my comprehensive post about it based on what we currently know and how i'm currently feeling.

about dream: even in the very best case scenario here, he's a massive idiot who has hugely violated the acceptable boundaries between creator and fan, and he has demonstrated repeated disrespect for his community with the way he has brushed things off in addressing them. and that's the BEST case scenario based on what he's readily admitted; i don't think i have to detail how vile the worst case is. i've stood in dream's corner through a lot of bullshit, and i don't even really consider myself to have been wrong in those instances, but again, even giving the most benefit of the doubt imaginable and assuming that all the more explicit allegations are entirely false, this is still not a guy i can continue to invest any sort of positive energy towards. like this is where i have to pump on the parasocial brakes and put a stop to things.

about the dsmp: i'm a lorehead, this much is obvious. i honestly don't know how my investment in the story that is so intrinsically tied to dream is going to continue. obviously, plans have been made, and speaking selfishly, i do want to see the characters i love round off their arcs. but this isn't like a movie or a show where you can clearly partition character vs creator. and well, it's not the first time that lore has been used in a blatant attempt to sweep serious issues under the rug; dreamxd and c!dteam lore has always been some of my favorite, and yet to this day i have not been able to look back at that stream without contempt. unfortunately, the promise of upcoming lore leaves the same sour taste. part of me hopes that tommy and ranboo and whoever else who was planning on rounding off their arcs just decide to drop their google docs and be done with it. i don't know. perhaps eventually i'll be able to reapproach the story and characters with a healthy separation in mind, but that time is definitely not going to be in the immediate future.

about other dsmp ccs in general: i think that it's too early yet to make any judgments on how other ccs in dream's circle are handling things. i'll definitely have to wait and see how things unfold before determining who else i feel the need to cut ties with. i highly doubt sapnap or george would ever speak up against dream or ever continue content creation without his involvement; that very much feels like a "if they go down they go down together" situation. as for others, well. again, selfishly speaking, i want to hold out hope for the ccs who have distinct enough communities that they could feasibly distance their content from dream. i am tentatively considering sbi and co? i guess safe? for the time being? but it's definitely like. idk, i will probably keep my distance and wait to see how things get handled.

about the future of this blog: i think it's been pretty obvious that this blog has become more heavily hermit/trafficlife focused as of late, so if nothing else i'll probably just lean into that more? though being completely honest, i made this sideblog in the first place because i was returning to tumblr after like a solid 3-4 years of inactivity, where i knew that i had long-standing mutualships with fervent dsmp antis and didn't want my every post to be judged lmao. i don't especially mind being cringe about other mcyts on main, which is why i was saying that i might transition more to posting over at @strifetxt in the future? i'm not certain about that though, i like the categorization i've established here, so who knows. i'm definitely not deactivating this blog; even if i do transition fully to main, i'd want to keep this blog as an archive.

regardless of anything, i don't regret the fun i had in this community, and i certainly could never regret getting to meet and spend time with all the amazing people i've come to know in my time here <3

#lei talks #normal (largely hermitraffic) posting will resume shortly. i am going to go play final fantasy with my friend now #dream situation

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mariska · 11 months

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hello tumblr friends who live in my phone i just wanted to pop in real quick and let everyone know that I Am (somehow) Still Alive since i mentioned being very sick last month and did not want anyone 2 think i had finally Expired. wish i could say i'm doing better this month but while im definitely nowhere near as miserable as i was in April, i've been spending this month trying to deal with Sickness Aftershocks that have been making all of my long term autoimmune diseases/health issues in general flare up randomly really bad at pretty much completely random times and i also have a whole new fun set of similar feeling but definitely different and 100x worse physical health problems and its been extremely difficult to try and power through all of it like i'm used to doing for the 26 years i have been alive 😔 but i'm still hangin in there. idk how at this point lmao. subconscious fight or flight survival mode i guess. i'm like 99% sure i somehow caught one of the new covid mutations in April unfortunately despite the lifelong Agoraphobia and 3+ years of effort i've done to do literally everything in my ability to stay protected against it but. thats life i guess, u leave the house one or two times masked up hand sanitizer ready to go sweating from being overheated wearing clothes that cover as much of ur skin as u can stand and other people just Dont. so. i knew it would probably happen to me eventually i just was really hoping it would not! but. i will continue surviving as best i can because i dont have any other option or choice. but that is why i've unintentionally been distant here and online in general. it was already extremely difficult getting myself out of bed and taling showers and changing clothes and brushing my teeth and remembering to eat food and drink water before but now its reached a difficulty that i literally can't have any control over most of the time and its a lot of physical/mental/emotional effort to even tap reblog on a post online or respond to a text more so than it was previously. which again was already. very difficult to power through.

anyways! uh! yeah. life update i guess. i hope you guys are genuinely doing much better than i am this year and i hope you're all able to stay safe and as relatively healthy as you can. and please please please please at the very least wear some form of a face mask in public even if you're outside and not in a tiny building. i dont say that to shame anyone here i just feel like there are a lot of well meaning good people who arent fully aware that in the US at least the pandemic is very much not over and people like myself are suffering and dying because of that and we cant be the only group of people that are still doing our best to stay protected when we have to leave the house. if you're able to get some i highly recommend N95 type face masks because supposedly they offer one of the best chances of protection as long as you're wearing it correctly and it fits your face well; there's a really great non-profit organization called Project N95 that has an official website and a huge list of various face masks in a bunch of different sizes and types to order if you don't know where to find some high quality ones and they also have a form you can fill out and submit to request an order of free masks if you can't afford to buy them; their money donation pool goes towards providing masks (and some air purifiers i think?) to low income people/organizations/work places that doesn't have the funds or resources to constantly buy expensive batches of masks and their website is super detailed and well organized and has a long list of visual and written resources and information about different mask types, ways you can help keep yourself/your community safe, etc. so i highly recommend them if you are like me and are very stressed and anxious and confused about all of that information all the time. their site should be the at the top of the search results if you google N95 Project, it has a dot org site url so thats another way you can tell its the official site.

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daisies-and-chai · 1 year

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I posted 2,121 times in 2022

That's 923 more posts than 2021!

54 posts created (3%)

2,067 posts reblogged (97%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@malfoytookmyheart

@silverswallow

@funnytwittertweets

@ashstfu

@swiftmendeshoran

I tagged 232 of my posts in 2022

#i- - 13 posts

#lol - 12 posts

#facts - 10 posts

#chris evans - 9 posts

#spotify - 6 posts

#the weeknd - 5 posts

#omg - 5 posts

#g rants - 4 posts

#smh - 4 posts

#my baby 🥺😌 - 4 posts

Longest Tag: 102 characters

#i can't flip a pancake so makes sense why i can't get physics through this shit load of a brain i have

My Top Posts in 2022:

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because it is a new year and a new day, it must start on an extremely positive and loving note.

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HAPPY NEW YEAR BBYS 🥳🌻💃

Today, 1st January 2022 brings with it so many new opportunities for us. We have 365 days to evolve into a better person, to grow. I genuinely wish that this year brings us loads of positivity, happiness and good health. I hope all those moments we have felt I'm not good enough are replaced by realising our self worth. All the moments we have not liked even hated a part of us get turned into pure adoration and self love. I wish everyone a very happy new year. Let the past stay in the past let's make new, beautiful memories and achieve more than we have yet.

My Tumblr mutuals I LOVE YOU GUYS. You're like a blessing. I can come to talk to you when I can't talk to the people ik irl. You guys never judge and are always there. You make my life so so so much better. I came on here to be a part of a fandom but who knew I'd find three gems 🥺❤️

@mendesblurb @yournameoneverypage @silverswallow

@swiftmendeshoran babe you are amazing.

@malfoytookmyheart and @chocochipcookie305 you guys are the freakin best.

@the creators who's stories I have read, balled my eyes out to, the memes i have laughed my heart out to and all the beautiful art I have seen, thankyouuu!

@my mutuals, followers or anyone who stumbles across this post guys have the BEST FUCKING YEAR. Stay safe and healthy AND SLAY 😌.

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Hey y'all!

My exam date is 'almost' declared. It's on 17th July, 2022 most probably. So I thought in this last leg of the journey I must give my one hundred percent, right? I'll be going off Tumblr till my exam. I'd miss you all so much. Just thought I'd let everyone know before disappearing without any heads up and making my besties worried. I'll see you soon bbys hopefully as a medico🤞

BYE!

Stay hydrated and keep slaying 💅😚❤️

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Me unintentionally romanticising my life by playing music while cooking or bathing; lighting scented candles while studying and going for long solo strolls every evening, just me, my music and nature.

How do you romanticise your life?

@mendesblurb @swiftmendeshoran @silverswallow @yournameoneverypage @chocochipcookie-305 @malfoytookmyheart

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My #1 post of 2022

Guys... it's my two year Tumblr-versary lol. The way I FORGOT-

😩❤️🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

Bruh, TWO FREAKING years?!?! Like two whole years. But okay, WOW i.

I'm so so so so soooo happy. My first year was so lowkey; I was scared to text 'popular blog owners'; I was legit scared to reblog at one point lol! It's been such a journey. I've loved every bit of it.

I've met such amazing people and I'd never trade this for anything.

@silverswallow @mendesblurb These two people have been my rocks here. They were the ones who made me stay and I'll never forget that. When I started writing they were my source of encouragement. I love you both SO MUCH.

@swiftmendeshoran Britt, the freaking VIBE you have, I LOVE you.

@yournameoneverypage Babe your fics ✨😩

@malfoytookmyheart bro like BRO your blog gets more relatable everytime I'm on there.

@chocochipcookie305 Mal, thankyou for being here.

Tumblr is literally my coping mechanism.

There is so much going on. I've met SUCH great people. All of my studyblr mutuals are the freaking best. I'm EMO and I'm not kidding. @alfalfaaarya @rae-blogging @proving-myself

I have and always will cherish every moment I've spent on here.

🥂 To many more shitposts and rants and fics (reading and hopefully writing)

Signing off

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purpleplease1212 · 9 months

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Aghhhh I just need to say stuff.

Good Omens 2 Spoilers

I keep seeing people saying that they think the Metatron put some sort of miracle in the coffee that made Aziraphale accept the job but I just can’t accept that. A part of me feels like if that’s the way the story went it wouldn’t mean as much (Not to say that it’s bad to think there was something in the coffee). I think the coffee was a sort of manipulation tactic. “Here let me give you a gift to show I thought of you which makes you feel special!”

We see a lot in this season how eager Aziraphale (and angels in general) are to get compliments or validation. Crowley tells us that Aziraphale only calls when he’s bored, worried about something, or wants to tell him something good he did. It gives me a feeling that angels are so conditioned to be pure goodness that they need others to confirm that they are in fact doing good. It’s all of this that makes it make so much sense for the Metatron to be insistent on Aziraphale drinking the coffee, he needs to have his gift be accepted in order for Aziraphale to trust him. Which brings me to my next point, the Metatron is doing things to make himself relatable.

When the Metatron enters the bookshop he talks about how this form (with a body) calls less attention. While this could be a random comment about how he’s not just a head, it also feels like something intentional (maybe to make Aziraphale feel more comfortable with him?). He also, after offering Aziraphale the coffee, has a tone that feels sort of surprised when Aziraphale wants to drink it. He quickly says that he’s ingested things but it just didn’t sit right with me.

Also I think Aziraphale makes sense to be the one the Metatron would try to manipulate. Gabriel was a good one to control before because he had a clear need to be seen as the smartest and best (as we see in the Job scene where he pretends to know all about birth) this gives him a clear weakness that could be relatively easy to exploit. The other archangels have weaknesses too but have also grown a bit of a backbone through dealing with Gabriel (Micheal and Uriel seem to want to be more in charge and in power). Aziraphale however has a weakness that is a lot more physical. Crowley. Aziraphale isn’t immediately into the idea of leaving Earth, he loves his books and talks about not having coffee, but as soon as Metatron brings up Crowley going too and being an angel again, Aziraphale perks up. Crowley would be safe if he were an angel. Aziraphale could protect him. We know Aziraphale and Crowley love eachother and would do anything for one another which is something almost everyone around them can see. That’s why I think that the Metatron saw this and is purposefully using it against Aziraphale. I don’t doubt that he knew Crowley would never accept the offer (the two seem to know eachother from before the fall) but I also don’t doubt that Aziraphale is hopeful and stubborn enough to think Crowley might just do it for him. I think this use of Crowley as a manipulation point will be further seen in season 3 because the Metatron isn’t dumb enough to let the most important thing to Aziraphale go unexploited.

Lastly, I feel like Aziraphale going back to heaven makes sense for the story. We see Nina in a toxic relationship throughout the season and it feels a bit like a comparison to Crowley and Aziraphale’s relationships with heaven and hell. While Crowley just wants to run away from his problems/toxic relationship with hell, Aziraphale still feels like he can fix it. And while we see him grow in season 1 learning that it’s okay to love the Earth and the people on it, he still very clearly wants that support from heaven and the feeling of being the good guys (the final fight when he still refers to Crowley and hell being the bad guys). It feels like this season was all about relationships. While we see some healthy ones (Nina & Maggie, Beelzebub & Gabriel, and of course the husbands themselves), it’s the toxic ones that stand out a lot. We see through Nina and her ex how much that toxicity and control can weigh on a person. This is a direct comparison to Aziraphale and heaven where he breaks down the first time he lies because he thinks he’s going to become a demon and still needs the validation of others that he’s good. I think Season 3 will focus on that healing process and learning to let go of the toxic things in your life and improving your relationships with the supportive people in your life.

#ineffable husbands #good omens #good omens spoilers #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #good omens season 2 spoilers #aziraphale #crowley #neil gaiman #these characters are gonna kill me #I need a season 3 pls Amazon

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Hi! Love your writing!So, I was thinking about Levi and reader being friends in the underground and he cares deeply for her so when she tells him that she decided to become a prostitute to make money he goes crazy thinking about his mom and what reader could go through. The rest is up to you, I had this idea in mind that I thought could be nice! Feel free to write/not to write it and keep up with your good writing❤️(also, English isn't my first language and I hope everything is clear)

Your English is amazing! Far better than mine and it's my first language. You're incredible and wonderful. Thank you for messaging me. <3 Happy to do this and I think it's a sweet concept. Life in the underground is very hard and sometimes you have to do bad jobs just to get money. Thankfully Levi's stops us <3

Please, let me provide for you.

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: Canon AU, Reader and Levi are in their 20s, romance, confessions, love, comfort, emotional comfort, becoming a couple, protective Levi.

Concept: Levi has loved you deeply for a while, but never told you. When it's mentioned that money is low for you, Isabel, Furlan and Levi, you offer to start selling your body to make more money. Levi drags you into his room and shouts at you about the risks of it all and tells you about his mother. You both have a heart-to-heart and confess your feelings. Levi decides to do something to support you so you don't have to sell your body, which leads him to go into the scouts. Levi helps you out of the underground and into a nice house. He visits you often, then moves you into his room at the scout base.

All characters are in their 20s and of age.

There are also some slight talks about prostitution and what they do, so be aware.

Furlan counted the coins on the table, then sighed and shook his head. "This isn't looking good. We don't have enough to help us through the next two weeks. If we have an emergency, we're fucked."

Isabel put her head in her hands. "What are we going to do?"

You nibbled your thumb as Levi sat stoically. "I have an idea."

Levi slowly looked over to you. "Tch, what?"

"Well, I know I'm not the best looking, but some guys have made passes at me." You blushed. "I'm healthy and young. Why don't I sell my body and make some money from it? I have some nice corsets and underwear. I know how to have sex and I know how to give a guy head. I can do it. So, let me help."

Levi grabbed your upper arm, then dragged you away. "I'm borrowing the brat."

You stumbled behind Levi. "Levi, slow down! What's going on? What's wrong?"

He shoved you into his room, then slammed his door shut and locked it. "You are not going to sell your body." He turned to you and pointed. "You are banned from leaving this fucking house."

You blushed. "Why? I can do it! I'm not afraid."

"You should be! You could be assaulted! You could be scammed! You could be sick!"

You sat on his bed. "I'll keep a knife on me."

He walked up to you. "Get it through your thick pretty little head!"

You blushed at his words. "Pretty?"

He clenched his jaw, then grabbed your arms and shoved your down on the bed and pinned you there. "See how fucking easy that was? They make you feel safe, then they rip it from you."

You gulped hard. "Levi."

"They could fuck you like this and you both agree to the money, then after he could hit you over and over. He'll take the money and run!"

You held his arms. "I understand, but-."

He leaned closer with a look of heartbreak. "You got get sick. You could get a disease from some disgusting man like my mother did." He welled up, then let his tears drop and hit your face as he cried. "The son of a bitch killed her because he was dirty. I can't lose you." He lowered his head. "I can't!"

Your eyes widened in shock. You'd never seen Levi this emotional before and it moved you. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him against your body as he cried. "Okay, I won't do it. I won't do it."

Levi calmed down and sniffed. "Thank you." He moved off you and lay on his side next to you. "Sorry if I was too aggressive."

You rolled over and faced him. "It's okay, you were worried about me because of your mother."

He blushed. "And because I love you."

Your eyes widened. "You?"

He leaned closer and kissed you. "I love you. So, please, let me provide for you."

You smiled as you held his hand in yours. "I love you too."

"You do?"

You nodded. "Madly." You laughed a little as you blushed. "I've loved you for a very long time."

He hummed. "You're mine now brat. I won't let anything bad happen to you. I'll take great care of you."

"You don't need to."

He pulled you into his arms and against his chest. "You're right, I don't, but I want to." He held you close as he rubbed your back and played with your hair. "Mind telling me the names of the guys you've had sex with and given head to?"

You frowned a little. "Why?"

"I just want to pay them a visit."

You locked eyes with Levi. "You mean break their bones and cut their dicks off."

"Just a little."

You laughed at home protective he was. "There's no, just a little."

He frowned. "There is."

You covered his mouth with your hands as you giggled. "Leviii."

He smiled against your hands. "Come on, just one breaking of bones and cutting off dicks."

You sighed, then rolled over so your back was facing him. "No. It was my choice to sleep with one guy. We were a couple and it was before I met you."

He hummed you from behind and nuzzled the crook of your neck. "I'm sorry. I won't hurt anyone. Just, let me look after you and love you."

You rolled back to face him. "Okay."

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You pointed a knife at Mike as your body shook from fear. "What are you doing here?"

Mike put his hands up. "Levi and your two friends have been collected by the scouts. Levi told me to come here looking for a woman." He said your name. "The little runt told me you were his girl."

You welled up and nodded. "I am."

Mike offered his hand. "I'm not here to hurt you. You're part of the deal."

"Deal?"

He moved closer. "Levi will help us, if we get you out and look after you."

You nibbled your lip, then placed the knife down. "Okay. I'll go with you, but I better see Levi!"

He nodded. "Sure. I don't know what you see in him, but sure."

You ran to Levi's room and packed your clothes that you kept in there. You hurried out and walked with Mike. "What job is he doing?"

"Scout."

You whined a little. "It's dangerous."

Mike smirked at your sweetness. "It is, but he's a strong guy. Don't worry."

You let out a long sigh. "Okay."

He led you up the stairs to the top. "Careful with the light, okay? You're not used to the sun."

You nodded, then walked out and gasped at the bright sun and blue skys. You inhaled the fresh air and felt so free. "Beautiful." You heard your name shouted. You looked over to the scouts to see Levi looking dirty. "Levi?"

Levi moved past the scouts and shouted your name. "You made it."

You dropped your bag, then ran and jumped into Levi's arms. "I'm so glad you're okay." You pulled back and studied him. "You're dirty! Who made you dirty?"

Erwin walked closer. "Mike did by my orders."

You pouted, then punched Erwin in the gut making him stumble back from you. "You asshole! He hates getting dirty."

Levi pulled you back. "It's okay. I'm okay."

Erwin groaned, then stood up. "Good swing, miss. You should join the scouts."

Levi hid you behind him. "Tch, fuck no. We made our deal. Don't you dare get her invovled."

"Fine. Let's move her to the home we promised."

Mike handed you your bag. "Here, Miss."

You took it from him. "Thank you." You followed them all and kept close to Levi. "I'm confused."

Levi kissed your cheek. "Don't worry, it'll all be okay."

You all walked to the scout main base as cadets trained and people stared. Erwin led you and Levi to a house to the edge of the grounds. He gave you a little tour, showed you the graden, stables and other things linked to the house and the base.

Erwin stopped in a room. "This is yours. This house is for spouses of our commanding officers. Right now, there's no one here as a lot of us are single or have lost someone. The expectation for those living here is to tend to the garden, cooks dinner for the scouts, clean some of their things and work in the stables. Now, due to you being alone I'll just put you on washing clothes duty. You okay with that?"

You nodded. "Perfectly okay." You bowed to him. "Thank you."

He placed his hand on your shoulder pissing off Levi. "Take care of this lad. Enjoy your stay. I'll get a scout to bring the cleaning things over and things to clean, along with food." He walked out the room. "Clean up Levi as well."

You stood there in silence, then looked over at Levi. "You do need a bath."

Levi hummed. "I do." He cupped your face as he smiled. "I'm glad they agree to my deal." He kissed you, then nipped your lip and eagerly pusheed his tongue into your mouth. "I promise you I'll look after you."

You smiled and leaned into his touch. "Yes, Levi."

He blushed a little and got nervous. "C-Could you help me uh...could you help me wi-with my bath?"

You nodded as you took his hand in yours. "Yes."

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Levi held your bags as he walked with you. "Tch, ignore the stares of all the little shits here."

You giggled as the cadets stared in awe. "They're in shock that their newly appointed Captian is moving a girl into his room."

He hummed in thought. "Do I come off as some guy who doesn't date?"

You hugged his arm and kissed his cheek a few times. "Not to me."

He smiled a little, then slipped into his office. "My room's in the back."

You ran to the back and jumped onto his double bed. "Awesome."

He placed your bags down, then lay on you making you grunt and laugh. He sighed and relaxed, but a blush spread on his cheeks when you wiggled your bum again against his pelvis as you got comfy. "Careful brat."

"Well, you shouldn't have laid down on me."

He closed his eyes and felt at peace. "You're comfy though."

You smiled. "Thanks."

Levi slipped off you and lay next to you. "Tired. I want to spoon."

You wiggled close to him. "Happy to provide."

Levi went to hug you, but heard someone knock and call for him. "Tch, damn cadets." He jumped off the bed and walked into his office. "What?"

You sat up, then started unpacking as you heard the deep hum of Levi's voice as he talked to someone. You put everything away, then looked out to see who he was talking to. You frowned a little at a man trying to look and act like Levi. You thought it was a little cute that someone was so inspired by your boyfriend.

The cadet spotted you and blushed. "Miss?"

Levi looked over at you. "Oluo, this is my brat." He said your name. "She lives with me."

You walked over and shook hands. "He means girlfriend."

"Brat."

You hummed a laugh and saw Levi's blush. "Well, it's lovely to meet you. You might see me around Levi's office and room."

Oluo held his head high. "Tch, of course it's lovely to meet me. I'm one of the greatest here. We'll get on if you're clean."

Levi ruffled your hair and kissed your cheek as he walked past, then he approached Oluo. "Listen, cadet, I get you want to be like me and it's annoying, but if it's in combat, then fine. However, if you treat the love of my life like shit, I'll break your bones.

You pulled Levi back. "I think it's cute he's trying to be like you. Besides, if he keeps at this attitude he might end up biting his own tongue."

Oluo blushed. "I-I am not cute!"

Levi walked to his door and opened it. "That's all for now cadet, out." He closed the door behind Oluo. "Cute? You called him cute."

You giggled knowing Levi was jealous. "He is."

Levi walked over to you. "What about me?"

You cupped his face and kissed him. "No one can compare to you. You're perfect and wonderful in my eyes. My cute handsome grump."

He grumbled as he hugged you tightly. "That's more like it. Tch, damn brat calling another man cute in front of me."

You pulled him to the bedroom. "You need a nap."

"I do. You better be my comfort blanket?"

You nodded. "Promise."

He smiled and kicked his bedroom door closed. "Good."

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foli-vora · 3 years

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more than words, pt.4

A/N: Hello, angels! I hope you’re all safe and healthy! Next instalment is here, and I’m very excited for what’s coming. I really enjoyed writing this chapter so I hope you enjoy, too! Love to you all! (I hope I haven’t forgotten to tag anyone but if I did, I’m really sorry!)

Pairing: Francisco ‘Catfish’ Morales x f!reader, best friend!Benny Miller x f!reader

Word count: 4.1k

Warnings: SO MUCH FLUFF, swearing, brief alcohol mention, bit of spice (reminder: this fic is 18+), Frankie being the tease he is

pt.1 / pt.2 / pt.3 / pt.5 / pt.6

Your lips were still tingling when you woke the next morning, eyes fluttering open and a smile creeping onto your face as the events from last night replay through your mind for the millionth time. Frankie had been on your mind the entire drive home, the tenderness of his first kiss kicking your heart into double time, and the pure unrestrained passion of the kiss that followed hitting a far lot lower.

Was it possible for a first date to go as well as it did? There wasn’t a single moment in your time spent with Frankie that had you unsure about his character or intentions.

Benny had actually done it. He had found you a guy you really liked. Is Hell freezing over?

You reach for your phone as you slip from bed, stretching leisurely as you make your way to the kitchen, and finding Benny’s contact before pressing ‘call’. It takes a few rings, until his drawl finally greets you through the phone.

“Did you puke?” is his immediate answer and you roll your eyes, tucking the phone between your ear and shoulder as you putter around your kitchen putting some breakfast together.

“No, you asshole.”

He laughs. “He’s that whipped, he’d probably thank you.”

What? What does that mean? Has Frankie spoken to Benny? Did he talk about last night? What did he say? Did he think it went as well as you did? Shit. Calm down. You try to steady your suddenly quickening pulse, a pleasant flutter consuming your stomach as you attempt to sound casual.

“Oh? Has he said something?”

Benny’s voice is sly, teasing – he knows you far too well. “Maybe.”

“What do you mean ‘maybe’?”

“Maybe I’m sitting next to him right now. And maybe he’s sitting here blushin’ like a little –” Benny grunts suddenly, seemingly in pain, and the phone crackles as he shifts on the other end, “don’t fuckin’ kick me. Anyway, Fish wants to know what you’re wearing.”

You hear him then, raspy voice piping up in the background with an aghast ‘What?! No–’ and then there’s more scuffling, more grunts of pain, and Benny’s snort of laughter.

“What are you even doing up?” Benny redirects his attention to you after a few minutes of bickering with Frankie, words muffled as he talks around whatever food he has rolling around his mouth. He had noted the early time when your face had flashed over his screen, wondering what could’ve possibly gotten you up and out of bed so early on a day off.

You shrug lightly, even though he couldn’t see it, and prepare your pancake batter. “Just couldn’t sleep in.”

He’s quiet, chewing thoughtfully and then asking softly, “You okay?”

“Yeah – I’m fine, just bored sitting at home. For some reason, I wanted to see what you were up to and if you wanted to hang out, but you’re busy so never mind.”

Benny laughs, “Aw, you missin’ me, angel?” he teases.

“Ugh, I take it back. I’d rather sit here in silence and stare at my wall.”

You can hear him laughing even as you pull your phone away and press the red button, shaking your head and smiling to yourself.

A week passes by before you even know it, work taking over much of your week, and much to your delight, Frankie had eagerly organised another night to meet up. You had talked all week of course – a phone call every evening once Mena had been put down for the night, texts here and there throughout the day, and when he had asked if you were free at all over the weekend, you had agreed without a second thought.

Eagerness buzzes through your system the entire day of the date and the drive to the restaurant, a much welcome change from the anxiety riddled one before. It was a breath of fresh air.

Frankie was waiting for you, as he said he would, leaning against the wall of the restaurant and a smile immediately widening his features when his eyes find you.

This time there was no hesitation, no voice in the back of your mind wondering how to tackle the situation. As soon as you saw him – you couldn’t help yourself – you were in his arms and giving him a soft kiss in greeting. Pleasantly surprised, he smiles against your lips, arms winding around your waist, and the electric tingles that rocket up from your palm when his rough hand gently takes yours has your heart going wild in your chest.

It’s dinner instead of drinks this time, and the two of you squeeze yourselves into one side of the leather booths, instead of sitting opposite each other. You order quickly, and sip at your beer while you listen to Frankie talk about his week, the conversation soon moving in all sorts of directions as you wait for your food.

“How could you not?” You cry at one point, slapping a hand on the table and watching his shoulders shake as he laughs, stomach twisting at the pleasant sound of it. “The universe is huge – like, huge. We are not alone.” You say ominously, and he laughs harder, head hitting the back of the booth.

“Where’s the proof?”

“What?”

“The proof! If it’s so big and we’re not the only ones here, where is everyone?”

“It’s a cover up.” You sniff indifferently, sipping your drink and fighting the twitches threatening to turn your pursed lips into a smile. “Oh my god, you were in the military – are you in on it?”

He’s struggling to breathe, cheeks aching under the grin stretching his features and stomach starting to cramp. “In on what?”

“That’s it! You’re part of the cover up!”

“Yeah, you’ve got me. I was actually a part of a crew chasing away UFO’s.”

No longer able to keep it in, you erupt into a fit of violent giggles, melting over the table top and letting the laughter shake your frame. Frankie watches you fondly, affection flooding his system and causing his insides to warm pleasantly.

He was still trying to work out how he was here, with a beautiful woman, having great conversations, fun conversations, and laughing more than he had in… shit… a long time. It was refreshing and, if he were completely honest with himself, slightly nerve-wracking. Nothing ever stays so perfect, and that thought had him ensuring he was enjoying every second he could with you before you inevitably realised you were incredibly out of his league and went looking elsewhere.

But… how could you ever? When you peak up at him, you can’t help but study the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles, the way his dimples deepen in his cheek, and you honestly couldn’t imagine anywhere else in the world you’d rather be. It was… scary. You’d only known him a couple of weeks, and you were feeling like this?

The night melts away before you both even know it happens and soon, you’re snatching up the bill before he can move, and walking out onto the street, Frankie’s arm slung around your shoulders and keeping you pressed close up to his side as a sharp late evening breeze sweeps through you both.

“You’re not serious.”

“I am.”

“Chickens?”

“I’m sorry, but have you ever been chased by a rooster? Those things are fucking vicious, Frankie.”

He grins, shaking his head. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Okay, well what about you?”

“Heights.”

What?

You frown, “But you’re a pilot?”

“I can handle heights if I can control the situation. Flying is easy – I know what to do when I need to do it. It’s when something’s out of my control – falling off a cliff and shit. It’s just… a long way down.” He’s quiet, obviously dwelling on something before he’s shaking his head and smiling, “Do you have a favourite book?”

The short walk to your car takes longer with the leisurely pace you both had unconsciously set, wanting to milk the remaining minutes of the date as much as you could before having to part ways.

“Thank you for dinner.” He spins you into his arms and you laugh quietly, smiling.

“You’re welcome.”

Silence falls over you both as you regard the other.

Frankie… your voice is so quiet, the soft whisper of it dances in his ears, igniting a fire through his veins. He unconsciously presses himself closer, lost in the way your lashes flutter when you look at him. You raise a hand, fingers trailing softly against his jaw and he turns his face into your touch, chasing the feeling of your warm fingertips as they glide up and around his neck.

“Kiss me?”

He smiles, enjoying the way your face scrunches slightly as he nuzzles his nose against yours, “Say please,” he mutters playfully, grin widening when you breathe a quiet giggle.

“Please kiss me, Francisco.”

Oh shit.

You don’t miss the way his face slackens for a brief moment, eyes widening and breath seemingly getting caught in his throat. He swallows, the flicker of a flame that had been burning lowly in his stomach suddenly blazes red hot and then he’s moving, hands cupping your cheeks and claiming your mouth with an intensity that had your knees buckling the second his lips touched yours.

You melt instantly, unable to stop the small whimper that bubbles from your mouth as his tongue traces teasingly along your lip. You open your mouth automatically, tongue immediately sliding greedily along his. His mouth was hot, rough against yours, and the grunt he lets out when your fingers dig into the dark curls at the nape of his neck has a delicious heat shooting to your core, your hips rolling against his.

Fuck. Did you just grind on him?

The sudden stab of panic at potentially going too far is quickly extinguished when his hands fly to your hips, pulling you impossibly closer and keeping you tight up against him while his fingers dig hungrily into your flesh.

The sudden blaring of a car alarm has you both jumping apart and a mile high, Frankie’s hands tightening on you instinctively, and it’s not until you look around that you discover it’s your car making that God awful noise that is ripping your ear drums apart.

“Shit,” you fumble for your keys, quickly pressing the button while Frankie chuckles into the skin of your throat, hands softly rubbing up and down along your waist to calm you. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s my fault.” He grins, not at all remorseful for causing such a big disturbance. “It was probably for the best – any longer and we might’ve been arrested for indecent exposure.” The words are growled playfully against your skin, but you can’t help thinking he wasn’t far from the truth. You laugh, wrapping your arms tightly around his torso and placing a final kiss on the corner of his lips.

“Drive safe,” you say as he begins to pull back, and he smiles warmly at you.

“You too.”

You slip into your car, watch him disappear down the street and sigh dreamily, body working on auto-pilot for the drive home while your head remains firmly in the clouds. You could only hope you had actually somewhat paid attention to the road and didn’t miss any stop signs or red lights.

Your phone goes off in your hand when you eventually walk through the door to your apartment, and you read the text as you shrug off your jacket. Your eyes have to read it back and forth a few times before the words actually sink in, and then you’re holding it to your chest, delicately cradling the device while you rest heavily on your door, heat flushing along your cheeks.

I’ve thought about whether or not I should say this the entire drive home, but fuck it... miss you already.

Well, fuck.

Delivering a sharp little karate chop to the remaining flat cushion on your couch to fluff it, you place it with the others and then neaten the edges of the blanket hanging over the back, casting one final glance around your apartment and trying to imagine seeing it through a visitor’s eyes.

Clean.

Really clean.

Frankie was picking you up for a ‘mystery date’, which meant – naturally – you had spent the entire day scrubbing every surface in your apartment until it looked like you semi-had your life together. Did you inhale more bleach than what is probably considered healthy? Most definitely. Do you regret it? No. Will your apartment ever be this clean again? Also probably a no.

Checking the time, you’re startled to see how long you had spent fluffing fucking pillows and chant curses as you run to your room, kicking the clothes you rip off under your bed to deal with later and quickly pulling on the outfit it had definitely not taken you two hours to decide on. Your eyes dart to the alarm clock next to your bed when a knock on the door echoes throughout your small home.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, he’s on time –

God, why can’t he just show up half an hour late like the others? You immediately regret giving him the code to your building… that could’ve bought you an extra few minutes.

Stupid perfect face with his stupid perfect punctuality –

You open the door with a grin, hoping your forehead doesn’t look as sweaty as it feels, face softening when you find Frankie standing on the other side with a little potted houseplant cradled in his palms. He sees your eyes fall to it curiously and holds it out to you, your fingers brushing his when you carefully take it from his hands.

“You said flowers make you sad when they die, so…” he shrugs lightly, a gentle smile curling his lips.

Oh.

Emotion claws at your throat as your fingers trace the patterned leaves softly. Not only had he paid attention and actually listened to you during your many conversations, he had gone out of his way to find you a gift you could nurture, one that wouldn’t inevitably end up in the trash after a week or two of blossoming.

You swallow the sudden lump in your throat, clearing your throat quietly before glancing up at him, shy and overwhelmed by the wave of adoration that inundates you.

“Thank you, Frankie. I love it.”

And he knows you really do. He can hear it in your voice, sees the gratitude shining in your eyes. He follows you as you turn back into your apartment, eyes following you fondly as you walk around, eyeing potential places to situate your new addition.

“I think he looks good there.” You say, turning to confirm his approval over your shoulder after you situate it in the middle of your small dining table. He smiles, nodding his support and watching you turn back to look at the plant, taking his own little minute to admire you and the way you look bathed in the bright afternoon sun shining through your windows.

Fuck. He was captivated, completely infatuated by someone he had only known, what – three weeks? He should be nervous, should be alarmed that such strong feelings had developed so quickly, but he couldn’t bring himself to feel anything other than joy – hope. Maybe this could be it, you and him. Endgame.

Fuck. Don’t get ahead of yourself.

His arms open automatically when you saunter up to him, enveloping you into a warm embrace while you press an appreciative kiss to his cheek.

“So, this mystery date,” you say, pulling back to gaze up at him while your hands wrap loosely around his neck, “will I need a jacket?”

“Yes,” he nods, grinning when your brows pinch in contemplation. “You’ll never guess so don’t hurt you head trying.” Lips press against your forehead and you press back into the soft touch, heart jumping at the tender gesture.

“Minigolf?” You question, looking up at the colourful entrance.

“Is that okay? If not, we can go somewhere else –”

He’s nervous – you can hear it in his voice.

Easing his anxiety, you shake your head and grin, “It’s perfect.”

You watch him relax, a pleased smile curling his lips, and then your hand is in his as he leads you through the gate and to the reception area to pay. The both of you meander outside once collecting your clubs and balls, and you feel childishly giddy at all the bright colours and fun obstacles set throughout, bouncing slightly in excitement as you walk to the first hole.

“Do you know what you’re doing?” He asks around a grin, head tilting as he watches you set up and take your position.

“This isn’t my first time,” you hum, shifting on your feet and lining up your shot. Swinging the golf club gently, you watch the neon orange ball bounce along the walls and finish up teeteringly on the edge of the cup before falling in with a satisfying clunk.

“Oh, by the way,” you spin, smirking, “I kick ass at minigolf.”

“Good,” he returns your smirk, gently nudging you out the way, “I don’t have to take it easy on you, then.”

What had started out as fun, quickly becomes competitive, and with competition comes foul play. Frankie had pinched your sides when you went to hit your ball, your body jolting with a yelp of surprise as he exploited your ticklish spots. In return, you knocked his golf club when he swung, and giggled wildly when he immediately turned on you, wrapping you in a tight hold and raining scratchy kisses along your throat in punishment.

The afternoon melts into evening with mix of steady conversation, laughter and hidden kisses behind obstacles – Frankie stealing the breath right from your lungs when he crowds you against the side of the colourfully decorated windmill and claims your mouth, the crowds of other couples and families wandering around the course oblivious to the two of you hidden in the shadows.

If he was trying to work you up, it was working. He had to know what he was doing to you, had to know how all-consuming his presence was when he swept you up into kiss after kiss. You were so wrapped up in the touches he would caress you with, so focused on the feel of his moustache as it tickled the skin above your lip, that you were completely unaware you were losing… until you peaked at the card Frankie kept sticking out of his back pocket (totally not because you were checking out his ass) and the wave of vicious competitiveness shadows the overwhelming desire to jump him right in the middle of the course on the artificial turf.

Payback.

The next course, you took your short as normal, squirming as you feel Frankie come to stand right behind you. Focus –

Breathe, he’s not there. Breathe, he’s not there. Breathe –

Goosebumps rise along your arms in waves, the skin on the back of your neck prickling as he ghosts his curved nose down the column of your throat, your head tilting ever so slightly to allow him more access.

Fuck. No, breathe –

You swing the club, satisfaction rolling through you when the ball ends up in the cup perfectly in one shot. He’s slightly shocked, incredibly impressed, and presses a soft kiss of praise just below your ear. You watch as he takes your place, dropping his ball on the ground and readying his posture.

God, you need to stop looking at him like that.

The golf club feels loose in his grip, palms clammy from the fiery gaze locked onto the back of his neck as he hunches over for his turn. He feels a presence behind him but doesn’t pay any mind to it, and instead pays all of his attention to lining up the ball, mentally calculating what sort of angle he’d need to get it through the tunnel and around the winding corners to the cup a short dip below.

The cool puff of air suddenly blowing past and tickling his ear makes him fumble, the ball missing the tunnel and bouncing off of the sides and rolling back to his feet. He sighs, eyeing you over his shoulder with a playful frown as you blink innocently back at him.

He lines up again, tensing when warm hands work their way under his jacket, resting softly on his hips. He could feel the heat of your palms through his t-shirt and clears his throat, shifting on his feet and trying to focus back on the ball. You nuzzle your nose into his neck, teeth nipping lightly at his skin when he swings the golf club softly. Another miss. Frankie watches the ball return again, stopping at his feet with a light knock to his shoe.

“Yeah, that’s right, Morales – I’m onto you.” Your soft voice rings in his ear and he grins, knocking the ball into position with his club. “You may play dirty… but I do, too – try again.”

The words settle hotly in his stomach.

“You think you can win?”

“I know I can.” You all but purr into his ear.

He blocks you out then, focusing everything he has on getting that stupid fucking pink ball through the tunnel. He’s got it this time. This time –

Fingers dive under his shirt and his stomach jumps as they trace along his hot skin, slowly following along the waistband of his jeans teasingly. Fire shoots through his veins, muscles clenching under the feather light touches, your nails softly dragging along his skin.

Fucking Christ –

“Are you just going to stand here all day, Francisco?” You question slyly, voice soft and mocking. At your teasing, both verbal and physical, he hits the ball a little harder than intended and it bounces off the turf entirely and into the bushes lining the course.

You’re smug as you watch it disappear into the shrubs, “I’d say that’s forfeit.”

You go to step away when he starts to turn, but a hand grabs your wrist and keeps you flush against him, your insides somersaulting as his dark eyes burn through you.

“You’re trouble.” He accuses gruffly, heart still hammering in his chest while his skin burns from the ghost of your touches.

“You love it.”

He does.

Fuck, he does. Too much.

“Come on, loser,” you murmur, lips leaving a whisper of a kiss against his. “I’m hungry.” And with that, you turn, winking cheekily at him from over your shoulder, and he watches you walk away with a dumbfounded expression before he follows along behind you, jeans feeling a little tighter than what they did before.

The tension is stifling in the truck on the drive home. You feel your heart beating in your ears, the anticipation bubbling in your chest growing with every mile Frankie travels closer to your apartment. You were aching. Physically in fucking pain, and rubbing your thighs together was doing nothing to soothe the insistent throbbing from your core.

All that playful teasing, the touches and the rough kisses during the day, had caught up, and it was destroying you.

Frankie had briefly mentioned Mena staying with his parents for the night, and it had kickstarted your thoughts into overdrive. Was that a hint? Was he giving you a green light to potentially take this further? Was he saying he would be open to staying over? Was he asking to?

You were worried you were thinking on it too much, maybe getting the wrong idea and he was just expressing how nice it would be to have a night all to himself, but then his hand landed on your thigh and squeezed, and any inklings of doubt all but vanished.

He watches you from the corner of his eye, trying to focus on the road and not the way you keep shifting in your seat. He feels every time you squeeze your thighs together, feels the muscles move under his hand, and he physically has to stop himself from making a noise every time you do. Do you have any idea what you’re doing to him?

Your building comes into view and then he’s pulling up outside, removing his hand from your thigh and throwing the truck into park, letting it idle while you study the structure and get your thoughts together. Swallowing the sudden spike of nerves that settle in your stomach, you look to Frankie and find him already watching you quietly.

For a moment, you say nothing, and he doesn’t bother filling the silence. He lets you have all the time you need while you decide on your next move. Not that you need much time – you know exactly what you want.

“Do you want to come up?” You ask quietly, watching his eyes darken as they flicker to your building before returning to you. You watch his Adams apple bob as he swallows, and then he’s nodding, turning the keys in the ignition and the truck cuts out beneath you.

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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.

#jujutsu kaisen #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen scenarios

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Just Lost (George Weasley x reader)

Request: hhii could i request a scenario with george weasley and his girlfriend talking about something really passionately and george just gets really lost in her eyes and says something like "God i want to marry you right now" extra cute and fluffy, thankyou so much stay safe and healty <3

Hey thank you so much for sending a request! I hope you are safe and healthy as well, and sorry for taking so long with this.

A/N: No, I do not know if Alicia Angelina or Katie have been to an amusement park before.

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It was an exhausting week for you and everyone at Hogwarts. The OWLs were just around the corner, and with the teachers finishing lessons so quickly, it was hard to keep up and absorb as much information.

Currently you were in the common room getting a headache at all your textbooks and papers sprawled out on the low table, huffing as you couldn’t even know where to begin.

“Studying?” asked a girl who made out to be Angelina Johnson who made her way towards the seat next to you.

“Yeah, I don’t even know what my name is.” you joked lightly. Alicia and Katie came over as well.

“Need help studying, (y/n)?” asked Katie.

“Don’t you guys need to study too?”

“We can study together!” suggested Alicia.

You spent a few minutes of organizing your notes, the four of you finally got a start of studying for the exams. It was gonna be a long week. You were deep in thought when suddenly some familiarly loud voice entered from the portrait hole.

“GOOOOOOOD EVENING LADIES!!!” announced Fred and George with their arms comically wide open. Several other students made faces, either scoffing at making so much noise or snorting for being embarrassing. You happened to fit into the first group.

“George, Fred, shut up will you?” you said partially joking. The girls giggled, making you give them a look for laughing for their loud remark.

“Sorry darling, just wanted to make sure you know when I’m in the same room as you.” said George plopping down on the couch next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Oh believe me, I know.” you retorted, smiling when you could see your boyfriend chuckle himself in the corner of your eye.

“Ew studying? Count me out.” said Fred putting his hands up in surrender and jogging to his dorm as if to escape.

“So what were you two up to?” Katie asked George. You still focused on your paper, but letting your free hand hold his as you listened to the conversation.

“No good probably.” you replied. George perked up at your statement immediately and pinched your nose. You giggled and pulled away from his grip.

“Actually-” he said, sitting up a lot straighter. “I’ll have you girls know, I’m always on my best behaviour.”

“Right...” said Angelina shaking her head.

“Did this best behaviour have anything to do with Ron and spiders?” you asked, knowing your boyfriend too well. He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it.

“And if it does?” he quipped, curious of what direction you’d take it in.

“Then, that means my boyfriend is normal.” you said kissing his cheek lightly. George and Fred (surprisingly) did not prank Ron today, but despite that he wouldn’t waste an opportunity to play around with you.

“Then I one hundred percent pranked Ron with a toy spider.” he said proudly. You chuckled at this, the girls shaking their heads at each other also knowing George wouldn’t do any less.

“Anyway, how was your day love?” George asked.

“It was alright, but this week’s gonna be full of books and my hand is probably gonna fall off from writing.” you sighed.

“Well, I don’t wanna bother you then...” he said. Your heart throbbed, you knew you had to study but you wanted him to stay. Your boyfriend’s support- even if it meant making cheesy remarks was all you wanted. But as you were about to tell him to stay, it seems like he already had that in mind.

“... with that being said-” George reposition his whole six foot self on the couch so that his head rested in your lap. You thought it was quite silly that George’s legs had to squeeze in so much so he could fit and be comfortable.

You rolled you eyes and ran your hands through his hair, which looked even more fiery red due to the light of the fireplace.

“Goodnight then Georgie.” you said sweetly.

“‘Night darling.” he said closing his eyes.

Throughout the evening you managed to get a decent amount of studying done. You also took breaks with the girls talking about things like rethinking your life choices such as why you decided to take potions and torture yourself.

“When this year is over, I can’t wait for the summer holidays.” said Angelina with a relaxed sigh in her tone.

“We should totally hangout together sometime.” you suggested, while writing the last of the lesson’s notes.

“Where should we go?”

“Maybe the beach? It would be so fun eating ice cream and swimming.” said Alicia. The three of you nodded with words of agreement. You could only imagine the things you could do relishing in the sunlight with your friends.

“We should go to Angie’s house, she has a nice couch.” said Katie. Angelina playfully slapped her arm and rolled her eyes. You and Alicia lauged- it was a running joke that ever since Katie went to Angelina’s once, that her couch was apparently very comfortable.

“Or the amusement park? It might be a long drive but it would be so much fun.” you suggested.

“The amusement park? I’ve never been to one before.” said Alicia sheepishly. The rest of you gasped dramatically and yelled ALICIA as if to say “oh my god.” You didn’t notice that it happened to wake up your sleepy boyfriend who’s head was still on your lap.

“The amu- what now?”

“GEORGE- you scared me.” you said clutching your chest and looking down where his sleepy eyes were slowly opening.

“Sorry darling.” he said sweetly, bringing his hand up to stroke your cheek. You sighed in content, how lucky were you to be with George.

“So what’s this about an amoo-whatever park?” he asked, still resting in your lap.

If this was looked at from a distance, you, Angelina and Katie would look like maniacs, talking your arses off about amusement parks as Alicia shrunk into her seat looking both horrified but amazed.

“Hello? George are you listening to me?”

To George though, you never looked more pretty.

When you started dating, George always loved hearing you talk since you were naturally more quiet before warming up to him. He loved the reactions you made when he said something that he definitely wouldn’t say in front of his mom, and especially the smile from when he made you happy. Seeing you so passionate and excited about something felt really special to George.

You couldn’t remember what you were in the middle of talking about, whether it was about funnel cake or the roller coasters.

“God, I want to marry you right now.”

Your mouth dropped, along with the other girls’. You couldn’t help the furious blush coating your cheeks as you relished in what your boyfriend just said. It wasn’t until a few seconds later he seemed to realize what he said.

“Well what are you waiting for lover boy?” interrupted Fred who burst out from his dorm again. George groaned, blushing himself. The girls cooed at how cute you two were being.

“George...” you said covering your blush with your hand.

“Oh Merlin... I didn’t- I mean I did but...” George stumbled over his words as he got up from his sleeping position and rested his head down on your shoulder as if to scold himself for blurting that out.

“I just got so lost in your eyes.” he said blushing and smiling apologetically.

“Yeah or maybe you’re just lost in general.” you said trying to get rid of the red. The girls giggled.

“Ah, young love...- all of us better be the bridesmaids.” teased Alicia.

“You- oh quiet you guys, we’re not talking about that. ANYWAY, FUNNEL CAKE!” you announced as George naturally clung onto you by wrapping his arms around you. The girls and you continued the conversation, until George whispered something in your ear, and you’d be lying if it didn’t make your heart swell.

“After all this, I definitely plan to marry you...

“...And we can go to that a-museum-mint park thing.”

#fred and george #george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley imagine #george weasley fluff #george weasley fanfic #george weasley oneshot #george weasley one shot #weasley twins

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Pact Marks | All Brothers

Request: pact mark hc with the brothers?

Word Count: 1971 words

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A.N.: hope you guys enjoy this!

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[ U N D A T E A B L E S ]

Lucifer

Lucifer would place his pact mark on the space where your neck meets your ear, somewhere modest and easy to hide, something you could show and hide as you pleased. Though you could hide it, it was in an obvious spot, fitting for the Avatar of Pride. When you summon him or speak with him through it the pact mark glows a deep blue.

If you wear your hair down, he will play with your hair before rubbing the mark gently, and if he is in an extra soft mood he'll give it a quick kiss before moving on. If you wear your hair up he feels prideful, more so than usual, and it intensifies even more if it is a formal gathering where any and all can see it. He'll be glued to that one side where the mark is, and he'll lean in to whisper to you whenever he wants to speak with you, giving a quick kiss to it or just touching it before standing up again.

His pact mark with you on the palm of his hand, and he finds himself thumbing it mindlessly to comfort himself, he starts to understand why Beel does it when he's nervous. Lucifer isn't nervous though, he just likes to remind himself of you, he likes to touch the mark that proves you're both bound together in such a way. When he speaks to you through the mark or tries to look through your eyes, activating the mark, it glows a bright white and reminds him of a blessing mark that angels give.

Having a pact with Lucifer makes him feel light, in a literal and metaphorical sense, every time he even thinks of it.

You bring him light that he thought he had lost long ago.

Mammon

Mammon would keep your pact mark on your collar bone, in the center, right where your throat dips into your chest. He knew you were caring, and being around you had him feeling different, and he wanted to be greedy. Since he is more emotionally inclined, I like to think that he can connect with souls and auras better, so when he felt your soul and looked at it a bit closer he felt so connected to it he knew he wanted to get close with you. It glows a bright gold when it activates, and he loves it, so sometimes when you're sleeping he'll call to the mark and kinda just look in amazement.

Since he is very touchy, he loves to lay his head down on it, and listens to your heart and the soft buzz of his magic in your skin. He falls asleep fastest on those nights.

His mark with you is in the same place, and like his older brother when you use it it glows a soft white, something he loves since it matches well with his demon markings. Run your nails over it and the boy m e l t s. Since he had his collar opened all the time he loves when people see it, he makes pacts with witches all the time but this is the first time he's allowed a mark on him, and this honestly has everyone just lowkey s h o o k. Like Mammon? The pact whore for grimm? Allowed a mark? on H I M ?

Having a pact with Mammon makes him feel pride, ironically, but also loved and wanted.

He actually feels like an equal, when all else isn't, this is the one time where it's you AND him.

Leviathan

His pact mark on you is on your foot and wraps around your ankle, it seems easy to hide, but you can never really hide it. Unless you're wearing shoes that cover your ankle often or pants that don't ride up your ankle, it's always showing somewhere. He is a strong swimmer and loves to see you swim too, so he knows legs are important for the task, and that's where the idea of placing his mark on your ankle came from. Sometimes, he'll jump in the tank with you, and since he can breathe underwater with his gills (broski I like the idea of him having gills P L E A S E), he'll sit back and chill with Henry swimming around his head, seeing your mark move with the rest of your leg.

When you use the mark, it becomes a soft orange, the same shade that hides behind his eyes when they become more snake-like. Lay your legs over him when he's playing games and he'll settle the controller on your other ankles, letting his fingers brush against the mark on the other. Little shit will even let his claws some out just to scratch them lightly and tickle you like a motherfucker.

His mark is on the ankle opposite of yours, so when you're both cuddling he'll link your ankle around his, the feeling of you WITH him blows his mind sometimes. Same case when he uses it, glows white, due to you being a human and having such a bright soul.

Having a pact with Leviathan makes him feel like he's worth something.

You helped him gain confidence and become a demon that deserves the title of Avatar of Envy.

Satan

His pact mark runs from the top of your calf to about mid-thigh, right on the back of your leg, it's large, slender, and delicate. It glows neon green when activated, something that he honestly finds cool as hell, because:

1. It's something that means you have a piece of him with you.

2. You make it look awesome.

3. It's honestly so fucking cool.

Like Levi, when you're both relaxing, him reading and you doing work/listening to music, and your legs are on his, he'll touch the mark mindlessly and feel so at peace. But, if you're ticklish, guess who also is a little shit. If you're in bed, and laying on your stomach, he'll lay his head on your thigh and just trace his with a look on his face that says 'wow' and if you think of that meme, yes, that's valid.

His mark is on the top of his hand, he always gets to see it, looking at it shows him the progress he's made. He knows how to manage his anger and actively tries to have it processed through a better outlet. You helping him along the way makes him have hope, an emotion that could seem a bit foreign at times, but he likes it. He feels light.

Making a pact with Satan has him feeling like he can be anything he wants.

He can be himself, not an extension of someone else.

Asmodeus

Asmodeus has no shame, but, when he cares- when he really does, he wants to make it meaningful. He would place it on your hip and have it there and only there, it won't wrap around to your ass or to your front, just your hip. He loves to watch it glow a radiant pink, so he'll section off time to just lay his head on your lap and ask you to call him, the tug of magic and the light emanating from your skin does something to him. Sure, it could be lust, or maybe something more, you may be able to figure it out if he told you.

He didn't want to though. He'd just enjoy the feeling without having to figure it out, because figuring it out meant facing himself, and we can't have that just yet. His pact mark is right over his heart, though Mammon's mark is in the same area, it isn't right over his heart. It is settled right between his pectorals, a slight bit to the left, always hovering around the muscle that proves he's alive and able to love in some capacity.

He often would come up to you and just place his hand on it, palm flat against your hip while his mark would flare up in an ivory light, he swears he can feel your pulse through it and wonders if you can feel his.

Having a pact with Asmodeus makes him feel as if he can be seen past his title- which ever one, and just be himself.

He can devout himself to something that means more than him.

Beelzebub

Beelzebub's pact mark is not on your abdomen actually! He wanted to place it on his favorite spot, on the back of your shoulder, away from the place where his sin seems to ravage him. It of course, glows a deep crimson, but be prefers it when it isn't activated- because it means you're safe and you don't need to call on him to help. He loves when you sit on his lap, because of a few reasons.

1. You're with him :)

2. You're happy :)

3. He can look at your mark as much as he likes, especially if it's exposed, he'll "somehow" leave small kisses all over it. They're so soft, you can't help but laugh, it's ticklish at times. It becomes even more ticklish when he presses his face against it, and if you laugh, he laughs, his laughs against your skin either make you soft or cackle in delight.

4. Your pact mark is right against his!

Beel would have his pact mark right on his chest, matching it to the side you choose to have your pact mark on. This makes the big boi real emotional, and he'll sometimes let some magic through and it glows, and you're kinda like:

"I hope that's a glow stick and not you again Beel."

"Let's just say it's a glow stick for now."

Having a pact with Beelzebub means you're a part of his family, happy, and healthy.

It really just makes him emotional.

Belphegor

When you make a pact with Belphegor, this lil' shit is honestly so surprised you said yes, but considering it was a gift you probably said yes to be respectful. But... you didn't.

Your pact mark with him is on the back of your neck, where the cervical vertebrae are, moving a bit lower to the thoracic spine. When you suggested it go there, he had to ask why, and boy did he tear up once you explained it to him later that night. You wanted to trust him again and put the past behind you, so what better place to mend a wound than the place that finally put your lights out?

Please don't say it like this to him though, if you do he would think you're joking.

But if that's how it comes out, he'll think you're joking, until he remembers you're you and... he gets it.

It glows purple when activated or when you're sleepy/ in some type of stress, he wants to read your emotions so he can help you as much as he can, make up for what was done. He would never admit it though, and you can tell he's trying his best. His mark would be in the same exact place, not only to remind him of what he did, but that he can do better to make amends. He punishes himself for your death and you try to ease him out of it- and though it takes time, you'll find your way to it.

He finds himself doing what Beel does, and will bury his face into your mark when he cuddles into you, and places small kisses on it. If he is laying on you, please touch the mark, it manages to calm him into a good sleep.

Making a pact with Belphegor means you're ready to grow and build something better with him.

You help him find a better path that he needs to walk down on his own.

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SEVENTEEN- REACTION: THEIR S/O GETS INJURED (PT. 1)

written for the lovely @honeyylin

again, thank u for being my first request, I will love u eternally (:

I might do the other version still, idk yet!!! but I hope this is satisfactory!!!

(also shout out to my phone for autocorrecting “finally” to “fistula” I hate it here lol)

tw: food, injury

SEUNGCHEOL

• Homeboy would do his damn best to stay focused on whatever task at hand!!!

• he knows you’re a responsible person and you reassured him on the phone that you’re completely fine, but he’s still got the jitters

• but after he zones out for the third time in a row, Jihoon kicks him out of the studio and tells him to go home

• “you’ll do better there, hyung.”

• “But… the songs-“

• “you’re not exactly contributing right now. go home.”

• and so he does, fidgeting the whole way back

• his anxiety is truly at a peak as he reaches the apartment door, practically chewing through his lip as he fumbles with the keys

• he calls your name the second the door swings open

• “y/n?”

• your head pops up from the couch, tired but grinning wildly. “Cheol!”

• the next thing you know he’s wrapping you in a hug, tension finally leaving him

• “I thought you were at the studio.” You frown when he finally moves away.

• “Jihoon made me leave.” He pouts, sitting down on the floor, eyes even with your leg, which is propped up on a chair. “I was too… out of it?”

• “Aw. I’m really okay, Cheol.” You assure again, reaching down to grab his hand, giving it a squeeze.

• “I know, I know. Just… worried.”

• It’s very clear he’s trying not to make a fuss and ask a million questions about the state of your existence, so you pat the couch next to you.

• “C’mon, we’ve got the day off now. Do you wanna finish the show?”

• His face reluctantly breaks into a grin, hopping up to join you on the couch

• and both of you forget about the pains for a little while as you lose yourself in the screen

• it’s peaceful and warm, and finally, you both get a chance to slow down

• maybe you should get injured more often (/j)

JEONGHAN

• he trusts that you’re completely fine, but he does not trust that you won’t somehow hurt yourself again

• he will babyproof the house for the next few days

• “nope, you’re not allowed to chop vegetables. give me the celery.”

• “hey! let me get that, idiot, you’re hurt.”

• “I don’t care. If you want the cat then text me and I’ll get her for you.”

• just generally being a nuisance, you know how it is

• but still, in his babyproofing he does make sure you take your pain meds on time, setting a little alarm on his phone so he can wake you up with a glass of water and your pills

• he also doordashes you your favorite food without announcing like he just says “Steve is on his way with food” and you have to just ponder who Steve is until some guy knocks on your door

• “he paid me extra to say that you’re the love of his life, so…”

• “let’s not and say we did.”

• he always makes sure to order something sweet too (:

• but yeah he’s doing work around the house and forcing you to stay in bed

• tbh it’s like having a very bossy butler lol

• but hey, at least he’s actually doing his own laundry for once!

JOSHUA

• oh my god he drops everything when he gets your text

• it’s literally just “hey josh can I get some help? I hurt myself moving some furniture” and this man goes feral

• you know how someone is so anxious that their brain shuts off and they’re scarily calm??? Joshua.

• he’s at your house in like, five minutes

• and tbh you just wanted him to finish moving the bookshelf so you didn’t have to

• but now he’s gently scolding you while wiping dirt and blood from your leg

• it’s not even that big of a cut but he’s treating it like open heart surgery

• like his hands are so gentle…

• of course he moves the bookshelf after a little more scolding before like,,, making soup like this man would definitely make soup

• like it’s just an annoying cut that’s gonna leave a bruise and this man is making some chicken noodle in the next room over like you’re dying of pneumonia

• it’s some good ass soup tho (:

JUN

• he would not know what to do tbh but he would be excellent company while you waited to heal

• he’d definitely be very panicky but would hide it as best he could!! cuz you’re the top priority!!!

• he’d lurk and when you get up he’d be like “do you need anything? aspirin? food?” and you’re just like “Jun I’m good I just need to go to the bathroom”

• he definitely knows exactly what you like, and does his best to do things like keep your favorite show on, or make you tea.

• (even when you assure him that you’re fine)

• his help is very random and antsy but still excellent lol

• and the fact that he’s constantly here to help really proves how much he cares about you and your health (:

HOSHI

• oh god, this man

• he’d be all over the place

• overreacting and then scolding and then just zoning out and then he falls asleep smh.

• this man would get out a chainsaw and ask which door you stubbed your toe on so he can destroy it lol

• but alas, no chainsaw is around (thank goodness)

• and so Soonyoung just gets to blame everything else while you’re replacing bandages or whatever

• like, he’s going on about how “just because they have safety stickers on ladders doesn’t mean they’re safe!!” and you’ll hold out your hand for gauze and he’d instinctively just grab it and put it in your hand even though he’s on a bit of a rampage

• he also most definitely is the kind to get a stuffed animal for when you’re hurt lol like every time you get sick or injured badly he gets you a bear that says “get well soon” on its stomach or on the heart it holds in its hands and eventually you just have a pile of creatures encouraging you to be healthy

WONWOO

• this man is just. excellent

• he’s caring without being demeaning, and is just so so so helpful

• he comes home and sees your arm bandaged up and just asks what happened

• and you tell him the story and he tries to hide his smile when he hears about your dumb mistake

• but still he’s patient and willing to help!!

• it’s like he could read your mind on what you needed and would just materialize behind you with a drink or an aspirin or something

• and he’d stay in the room with you whenever he could, reading or texting silently

• it was nice having such a caring presence next to you, even if he didn’t chat much

• I mean, the quiet helped you nap more easily too

• and somehow whenever you woke up, he was still there, keeping an eye on you

• if he had to leave for whatever reason he’d gently wake you up to let you know he was headed out and to call him if you need anything

• he makes the healing process peaceful (:

WOOZI

• when he hears the news he’s just. suddenly very very quiet

• like this man is out of it.

• he brushes off the others when they ask what happened, and makes it through the day fairly uneventfully

• when he gets home you almost don’t hear him, only noticing when he shuts the door

• “Jihoon?”

• He beelines straight to you before wrapping you in a huge hug. big tight hug.

• definitely swaying back and forth a little <3

• but you’re just like “woah ok bud what’s up with you”

• and one look at his face says everything

• it’s just been so much: the stress of a comeback, dealing with the managers and the other boys, and then his s/o gets hurt on top of that?

• maybe he needs a break too

• and so you both take one

• I hope you like sleeping lol

• basically you guys take the next few days to recover, just ordering food up and watching shows in silence before falling asleep together on the couch or even the floor once (hey the rug is soft!!!)

• and one day you wake up to find your injury no longer aching

• and the bed is empty next to you

• so you get up and peer down the hallway

• and Jihoon is in the kitchen, playing soft classical music while cutting vegetables

• he notices as you approach, silently offering you a carrot stick

• “I see you’re feeling better too?”

• he nods.

• you both spend the rest of the morning waking up again, cleaning the house and making food, Jihoon’s energy and personality slowly coming back too

• maybe your break wasn’t as much of him taking care of you, but you taking care of each other

• almost as if you’re tied together somehow, your ups and downs mutual

• either way, after that you’re both a lot more aware of the balance and way of recovery you two have

• and you can predict things in advance for next time!

#svt #seventeen #kpop x reader #svt scenarios #svt x reader #scoups #seungcheol #jeonghan #Joshua #Jisoo #jun #Junhui #hoshi #soonyoung #wonwoo #wonu #woozi #Jihoon #x reader #svt reactions

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Time heals (sometimes) - Teaser 1

Summary: 6 years ago, (Y/N) thought that she was finally taking her life into her hands, leaving behind a toxic and abusive relationship with a man who taught her she’d never be worthy of love. However, it became hard to ignore his words when she met her seven soulmates who rejected her without even giving her a chance to prove herself. It took (Y/N) 3 years to realize that it wouldn’t be her end. She would live on to prove them all wrong; she would become what they all thought she wasn’t: someone worthy of love. And as she stands proudly on the stage, under the burning spotlights and the applause and the cries of the delirious crowd, she feels alive. Alive, just like the bond she believed to be broken.

Pairings: Y/N x OT7

GENRE: Soulmate AU!, Idol Y/NAU!, semi social-media AU!, ANGST (mainly), fluff, romance, maybe smut in the series.

Ask or comment to be tagged!

Warnings: The series is going to be heavy with a lot of personal experiences mixed into the fiction, so this is going to be kind of therapeutic for me. Please, consider not reading the series if you are not comfortable with: abandonment issues, anxiety, panic attacks, depression, self-harm (not descriptive and only part of MC’s past), suicide thoughts (in the past), toxic behavior, toxic and abusive relationship (in the past), depreciating self-talk and low self-esteem, a lot of curse, physical and mental pain, near death experience situation (in the past), and maybe smut scenes (happy ending though, but it will probably be quite the ride).

NOTE: I was thinking of “Moonchild” and for some reasons, some memories I’d prefer to have forgotten came back to my mind and instead of making a full-blown panic attack like I used to, I thought that it would make a great plot if I mingled that with a soulmate and idol verse and that’s how I started going into it. This is going to be loaded with personal experiences, even if they’ll probably be a bit differently explained compared to what I experienced. Despite the heavy themes and many warnings, I hope you guys will like it. I think I really needed to write it. It will be a semisocial media AU!, because I like the idea of being to write some of their conversations through texts. However, I do plan on fully writing most of it. Though, you’ll have some updates about their social medias as I will update their profiles soon after you see this. I will probably mix a lot of different media for this story such as songs written and produced by myself. I’ll upload for real MC’s EP. So expect a lot for this story. Please take well care, feedback is always very warmly welcomed, it helps me to write for real. If you need to talk to someone, my dms are always opened and if you really don’t feel well, please call urgency numbers.

Thank you for reading,

-Dolly

"And we will close our night show with the most awaited segment! The audience jumped during the commercial break, it's amazing how many people just joined us! Welcome to our interview segment and especially, welcome and thank you so much for being with us Moon!”

"Of course, thank you for having me on your radio show."

"Thank you for coming! I have to mention that this is your very first interview with another media than your usual personal platforms like Vlive, YouTube, or Instagram, so we are honored to be the first ones to greet you! Do you plan on making more activities outside your personal schedule for the promotion of your new album?"

"If I may be honest, not really. I'm the most comfortable in my own safe zone and I tend to try not to get out of it too often. It might close some doors to me but I'm comfortable with my fans that way. However, I often listen to this radio show and a lot of my fans were enthusiastic about that so I thought: why not."

"Ah, thank you so much, it means a lot! Your fans are indeed a strong community and they support you whether you go to TV shows or not. Besides, you've been a very active artist on social media and your whole career started on YouTube and SoundCloud before you signed to your current agency. We have to congratulate you on your journey! It's barely been two years but here you are, with your second EP 'People'! Congratulations on the release!"

"Thank you very much."

“For our listeners who might not know who Moon is, I’m going to introduce her to you: Moon, your real name is (Y/N), you were born on August 4th, 1998, Incheon and your mother was American so you pursued your studies in America. You have been taking online classes since the start of your career at the HULT, university of Florida, and even recently got your Business Bachelor, now aiming for a Ph.D. You started your journey on Youtube, uploading covers and vlogs until you finally started producing your own songs, releasing them on Soundcloud. You started gaining a lot of followers; thus, you started on other social media such as Twitter or Instagram. One year ago, you release your first EP called ‘BALANCE’ which is the reason why the music label BigHit reached to you and asked you if you wanted to sign with them. Did I get everything right?”

“You are. It feels like you know my life better than I do.”

"Ah not at all, but thank you, I am glad that I didn’t say something wrong! Would you mind sharing the concept of this EP? Many of your fans probably already know but maybe some of our daily listeners might not!"

"Of course. As you said, 'People' is my second EP, yet the first to be studio recorded. Signing with BigHit is a big step in my career and it created a lot of changes, hence I decided to focus on the people I have met, stayed with, became close to, or detached myself from… This is dedicated to the people who changed my life, whether they intended to or not. It could be interpreted as my social life diary in a way."

"I see, many of your fans have said that the album held a very distinct duality, with a bright and a much darker side that made quite the storm on social media. ‘Y/N our Moon’ and ‘MOONISBACK’ trended for a few nights on Twitter. Do you have anything you'd like to say about that?"

"I guess it was a surprise because this mini-album is really raw and uncensored. I didn't try to sugarcoat it nor to romanticize my experiences. I hope it brings comfort to people who haven't been feeling well. Because I think that it’s always easy to say that it's going to be okay to someone who’s not feeling well. Everything doesn’t suddenly become okay. And it's fine to be hurting, you can learn to live with this pain and move on while still hoping for better days. There is no end to hopes, and this is why my EP has a brighter side to it. Not everything is always a vast cold ocean. Sometimes, there are small or big waves that come crashing into our universe and they form something that we couldn't have imagined. They bring a little piece of sunshine in life and it helps to move on. So I hope that people who are struggling know that, despite how insignificant I might be, there is a person that understands and can relate to their struggles. I hope it can comfort them, even just slightly, to know that they are not alone."

"That's a beautiful way to put it."

"Ah, thank you."

"I have to ask because I'm really curious and I’m definitely not the only one: a lot of your fans have been theorizing about who could your title track ‘TIME’ be about? I have to ask you on the behalf of everyone. Is it okay for me to break the mystery?"

"Time is a track that shouldn’t have made it to the EP. It’s a bit like a fit of personal anger that I didn’t know I needed to let out.”

“Your anger was definitely heard and understood. People have been curious about the addressee of the song especially because of the line ‘maybe it’s time I finally let go of you’. So can you tell us who is it about?”

“Uh...Time was written for my seven soulmates who rejected me years ago."

"Seven!?"

"Yeah, it's a lot I know.”

“Is that why you have covered your soul mark with this tattoo on your arm? Netizens talked about it a lot; normally idols tend to cover their arm from the public eyes to avoid for their soulmates’ names to be known, but instead, you were proudly showing your tattooed arm, fully covering what might be under the ink. Many people assumed that it meant that you didn’t have a soulmate at all.”

“Well, I decided to cover the mark because there was no reason for me to keep it without hurting myself. I decided that I have been hurt enough to let myself take a rest. I didn’t see the point in hiding my arm either, I’m proud of my tattoo, I mean; it’s really a beautiful piece in my opinion. But to answer the assumptions, I don’t consider that I have soulmates anymore, hence why the tattoo as well."

"This is really a heartbreaking story, it must have been extremely hard. Breaking a soul bond is immensely dangerous, my link with my husband already itches when I spend the day away from him, so seven soul bonds? It must have been terrible."

"It was, but the most important is where I am now. I'm not lingering on that anymore because they made their choices and I thus made mine. I just hope that they all are healthy and happy where they are."

"I have to say I'm really impressed (Y/N)-shi, you really have a delicate and caring soul. I probably wouldn't be able to have such soft words about your soulmates had I been in your shoes."

"I think living the actual experience made me reflect on myself a lot. I'm comfortable where I am now, I'm able to do music and make what I love. I have nothing to complain about, I'm surrounded by lovely and supportive fans, I have the best manager I could have ever hoped for and a warm and healthy family. I don't need more on my side."

"I'm glad you are happy then. Many of your fans have pointed out it's really hard to make you smile and some wonder if you are happy, especially after the release of ‘TIME’, I don’t blame some of your fans for being worried."

"Ahhh, is smiling the only way to prove that we are happy? I believe my words are usually a bit more impactful than my facial expressions. I have to admit that I don't often smile, it's not a bad thing, at least I don't think so, but I just don't feel the need to smile when I don’t feel like it. Besides, I get shy easily when I expose my emotions too much."

"It's hard to imagine you being shy but at the same time now that I have you in front of me, our listeners cannot see you, but I definitely feel that you have a very shy and reserved aura despite the energy you give off when you are on stage. It’s not unfriendly either, but you’re just very soft-spoken and quiet in everything you do. Like when you came in, I barely heard you entering at all; you’re just silently making your way without a fuss, it’s really endearing, to be honest."

"Ah... I’ve been told that my stage persona and the ‘me’ in real life were two different entities but I don’t really think it’s true. I'm extremely introverted and it doesn't really mix well with the stage. So I just put it on the side for the people who came to see me and deserve to see more than a 24 years old woman who has troubles speaking without stuttering in front of other people."

"You stutter when you have to speak in front of other people?"

"Sometimes it happens when I’m nervous, and I’m very often nervous. Like right now, I’m extremely nervous. But it's something I'm working on."

"Well it's definitely paying off because I couldn't sense that you were nervous at all, just very calm and soft, but I wouldn’t be able to imagine you being nervous enough to stutter."

"A lot of artists actually have stage fright, most of them just don't want to admit it because it doesn't sound sexy when you tell your fans you're actually shaking before going up there for the show."

"This is very true, but it's refreshing to hear it from someone who actually lives through that rather than fan theories."

"That's understandable."

"Our time is coming to the end, do you have anything you would like to add before we sadly get our mics taken away?"

"Oh uhm, everyone, my new mini-album 'People' came out very recently and yet it already received a lot of love so I want to thank you for that. This EP was a very personal project and I was worried about how it would be welcomed but you all made me realize that I have nothing to fear because we'll always find someone who can relate to our stories. As long as I can help even one person with my songs, then it's enough for me. Thank you for listening to me and my voice. I hope we'll be able to meet soon. Love you my fans and non-fans as well, please take well care of yourselves in those times. Be careful and stay safe. Wear your mask!"

“Thank you so much Moon for being with us tonight. Our time was short but I really enjoyed it, I hope our listeners were able to feel that very warm presence of yours through the mic. ‘Give Me A Song’ of Moon’s EP ‘People’ will now be playing and we will see each other tomorrow night with IU for the release of her new album LILAC. Take care!”

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My Boys

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: talk of Bucky’s winter soldier days Word Count: 1583 A/n: S/n means “Son’s Name” I didn’t want to force a name that people maybe didn’t like, so feel free to choose your little boy’s name!

You never thought you could love another man after your late fiancé, the father of your son, s/n. He was one of the lives lost in the bombing of the Vienna International Centre, he never got to meet his son, he didn’t even know you were pregnant. If someone had told you 8 years ago that you would fall for the man that was suspected of planting the bomb that killed your fiancé, you would never believe them and give them a good slap while you were at it. But here you were, the key to his apartment in one hand and your sons small one enclosed in your other. You smiled at your boy as you unlocked the door to his favourite person’s home. When you opened the door, you were met with a dim room, lit only by the light of the tv that would have no doubt been on since the night prior, you cast your eyes down to the floor where you knew Bucky would sometimes sleep when you weren’t there to keep him safe in your arms. He had clearly just woken up and you knew all too well that he had not had a pleasant dream.

“Buck!” Your son let out an excited yell as he ran over to the shirtless man that was slightly startled at the little presence now in his home. He quickly pushed his nightmare to the back of his mind and put on a sweet smile for the little boy.

“Hey Buddy” He greeted with a slight rasp to his voice, you loved his morning voice. S/n ran up to buck, engulfing him in a big hug, which Bucky gladly returned. You smiled at your boys and collected the groceries you had picked up for Bucky from the hallway and brought them inside, letting the door shut behind you. You placed the bags on the bench of Bucky’s small kitchen and made your way past the boys, still huddled on the floor, to his curtains and pulled them open, letting the morning sun spill in. You heard a slight groan from Bucky as a result of the sudden brightness, followed by a giggle from the boy in his arms. You made your way back into the kitchen to begin unpacking his groceries. At the same time, Bucky hoped up off the floor, s/n still in his arms as he made his way over to you.

“Hey Doll” he greeted, placing a soft kiss on your temple and sitting s/n on the bench next to the bags of groceries.

“Hey Bucky” you smiled and leaned up, placing a kiss on his stubbly cheek. He smiled and let his gaze wonder to the food you had bought him. You were always looking after him, making sure he was well fed, well dressed, well-groomed and just overall happy and he was, he was free and believed he was getting better with your help, but his past still haunted his dreams.

“You didn’t have to get all of this y’-/n” he stated, motioning to the bags of food that you were currently unpacking.

“I wanted to, I need to make sure my man is staying healthy” you winked, placing some pasta in the small pantry. “Thanks Doll” he looked at her with such admiration, he never thought he would have this, a loving girl who only wanted the absolute best for him. You only saw the good in him, even after everything he had done, he blames himself for the death of your fiancé, but you always just call him silly and carry on with whatever you were doing. And your son, he had never really thought about children before, but s/n makes him want that kind of life, he wants to be the kind of man that your son would want to call his dad. Both of you make him want to right all of his wrong’s and start the life he had always quietly wished for. At this point, your son had spun around on the bench, now fixed on the game playing on Bucky’s tv.

“You can thank me later but first,” You walk up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and giving him a sweet kiss, which he happily returned, placing his hands on your hips. You pull away too early for Bucky’s liking, he tried to chase your lips but you moved your hands down to his chest, holding him back, which he also did not like. “You have to go to therapy” He groaned and buried his head on the crook of your neck.

“Don’t make me go” he whispered as he placed a small kiss on the skin of your neck.

“If you go, s/n and I will stay the night” You bribed with a smile.

“We will?!” Your son perked up, he loved staying at Bucky’s place, it made him feel like you were a real family. He had not told Bucky this yet.

“If Bucky does what he’s supposed to” You replied with a cheeky smile. Bucky lifted his head from your neck and gave you a slight glare, you knew all to well that he couldn’t say no to your boy.

“Fine, I’ll go” he sighed in defeated making s/n cheer.

---

You were in Bucky’s kitchen cooking up something for the 3 of you to have for dinner, refusing to let Bucky have takeout yet again. Your son was sitting on Bucky’s couch just watching some tv while waiting for Bucky to come home. He had been gone quite a while and you just figured he must have been catching up with Yori. You heard the front door unlock and your son jumped up, running to the door just as Bucky had shut it behind him, you had Bucky groan and let out a giggle knowing s/n had just knocked the wind out of him.

“Something smells amazing Doll” He said, while pulling his leather gloves off, something that took him awhile to be comfortable do around s/n.

“I figured it would be better than takeout” you stated from your position in front of the stove. Bucky came up behind you, he moved your hair away from one side of your neck and placed a sweet kiss just behind your ear.

“You take such good care me” he mumbled against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

“How was therapy?” You asked, changing the subject while around your son. He pulled away from you and leant on the counter next to you.

“The usual, she asks me about my nightmares, and I get defensive then she brings out the notepad and…its always the same” He sighed, looking over at your son who was now back on the couch. “I hung out with Yuri for a bit”.

“Oh yeah, how did that go?” You turned to him with a smile. You noticed the slight pain flash through his eyes.

“He brought up his son…” He whispered, not wanting s/n to hear. You could see his eyes begun to glass over slightly.

“Oh Bucky” You sighed and approached him, wrapping your arms around his torso and resting your head on his chest, his arms instantly found their place around your waist and pulled you closer to him.

“I can’t bring myself to tell him, I know I have to, but I can’t” He whispered into your hair as he rested his head atop of yours.

“It will all work out Bucky, He deserves to know, and you don’t deserve to carry all of this guilt around. It wasn’t you and he may not understand right away but he will with time, he’s your friend, I know he will” You spoke gently to him. “Now, lets have some tea” You said, pulling out of his embrace and moving back to the stove, not giving him time to work doubt into everything you had just expressed to him.

--- The 3 of you had just finished dinner and were now sitting in front of the tv, watching the news. You were leaning back against Bucky’s chest, his metal arm resting on your hip, while s/n had set himself up with Bucky’s pillow and blanket in front of the couch. The evening was going so nicely until…

“Welcome your new Captain America”.

At that moment you felt Bucky tense behind you.

“That’s not Steve” Your son whispered from in front of you, completely shocked by what he was seeing. He had met Steve before, he loved listening to Bucky’s stories about him and he looked up to him, he wanted to be just like him. But now he was watching someone else hold his idols shield, just as Bucky was watching someone else hold his best friends, no, his brothers shield. The more this walker guy kept talking, the more Bucky would tense and shift behind you and when he started blabbing on about feeling like he knew Steve, you could tell that’s when Bucky lost it.

He was doing so well, and you knew this imposter was going to undo a lot of the good work Bucky had done. You also knew that this meant Bucky had to do something.

“I have to find Sam” you heard him state from behind you, squeezing you hip as he did.

You knew this would be last time you’d see Bucky for a while, but you know there was no way to stop him.

“Yes, yes you do”.

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