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DevilGains is back motherfuckers! Hello all, and apologies for the sporadic posts and inconsistency. Nothing much particularly changed on the gaining front during the unintentional hiatus. Still eating mass quantities regardless, Sir’s ruthless with that! Speaking of that incredible man, I’ll be getting married very soon! Vagus 2025 baby! Honestly have planned for years with him to wed there, and couldn’t be more thrilled.
But with that on the horizon I have been simply just enjoying life with him fattening me up. He suggested (rather insistently) that we get me a mini fridge by the bed, an air fryer, and one of those stupid fancy little bullet blender water bottles for cake mix and milk shakes. Which has in fact, been the best thing we’ve ever done. And is exactly what created the before and after you see above.
I will collect up various thoughts jotted down in the notes app and pictures from the last few months and make some picture/thought dump post later tonight!
Planning on posting a whole lot more and doing something Youtube wise and down the track Patrlon wise, but it’s all in the works at the moment. Did a name switcharoo to @dollhog (as it is his petname for me) and will be tattooing that pig profile pic design on my leg soon. That’s gonna so get posted as soon as it happens.
#death feedee#gaining kink#death feederism#extremely obese#cute fatty#hot obese#morbid obesity#sexy obese#fat slob#fatty girl
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MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (PART FIVE)
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notes: i apologize, this one kinda sucks because i work all day so i made this at work! <3
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y/ndevils00 hello fellow devils hockey sufferers! today our dear boys in red (and white) played against the NY Islanders. they didn’t do good.
to start us off, i have a couple super sexy warmup pics of my uber sweet and very in need of a haircut boyfriend, rowdy! that girl behind him is so me every time i see him 🤩
to follow that, the first penalty of the game tonight was awarded to said boyfriend! oh how i love a bad boy 🤭 he sat behind the stanchion and later admitted it was to hide from my camera, but jokes on him, i got a pic anyways!
next slide, we have captain swiss with his tongue out. I LOVE THAT SLUT!
up next, we have haulaback girl with the ONLY devils goal of the night! (i told you we suffered) so happy for my uncle haula (we are not related in any form)
and lastly, we have my wonderful marino (and the diamonds), making the facial expression that sums up how i was feeling the entire night!
we inevitably lost, 5-1, to the island dwellers. better luck thursday boys!
tagged jackhughes, nicohischier, ehaula and john.marino97
ehaula thank you niece! (we are not related in any form)
y/ndevils00 you’re so welcome! i appreciate you keeping us from getting shutout!
john.marino97 why that picture? seriously WHY?
y/ndevils00 why NOT?
john.marino97 when i get a penalty, i get sprayed with water or smacked with a newspaper, but when hughesy gets a penalty, you make out with him for about half of intermission?
y/ndevils00 i support jack’s rights. but more importantly, i support jack’s wrongs.
jackhughes it’s true, she loves when i do bad things
y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes once again, not putting your dishes in the dishwasher is not “bad” and i do not love it. it’s annoying.
jackhughes you said you loved my hair
y/ndevils00 i lied.
jackhughes wow, this betrayal runs deep. idk how i’ll ever recover from this stab in the back
y/ndevils00 i think you’ll be fine later 👀
trevorzegras gross
nicohischier did you just call me a slut?
y/ndevils00 yes. i can change it though; slut, whore, whatever you’d prefer to be called.
nicohischier is my name an option?
y/ndevils00 no, sorry, there’s been a unanimous vote to eliminate that option
nicohischier what?! who voted?
y/ndevils00 me.
user3 i love that at least half the pics are usually always jack 😭
user57 she feeds us so well 😩🫶
dawson1417 i didn’t make the post?!
y/ndevils00 you didn’t do anything of note. do better.
jamie.drysdale i don’t go here, but i look forward to these posts
y/ndevils00 aww jameson! you’re so sweet 🤭 come visit me soon!
jamie.drysdale @/trevorzegras I GOT A Y/N NICKNAME BEFORE YOU! IN YOUR FACE Z!
jamie.drysdale and of course! i’ll try and make it out to jersey asap!
y/ndevils00 oh, trevor has a nickname!
trevorzegras @/y/ndevils00 i do?! you’ve never called me it! what is it?!
y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras what are you talking about? i call you it all the time, satan’s favorite child!
trevorzegras @/jackhughes is it too late for me to take back my advice about telling her about your feelings? she’s mean
jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras why can’t you two just get along?
y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras you love me, i bake you lemon cake in the summer! if jack were to break up with me, you’ll never have that again
trevorzegras @/jackhughes ya know what? on second thought, she can stay
#media management series <3#jack hughes#jack hughes x reader#jack hughes imagine#jack hughes blurb#jack hughes fic#nj devils#new jersey devils#nhl blurb#nhl fic#nhl imagine#nico hischier#john marino#trevor zegras#dawson mercer#faithlynn’s insta edits <3#faithlynn’s writings <3
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You Don’t Know Me, But I Know You 5
Chapter 5 out of 6
5 times Tim showed he stalked Robin + 1 time Jason did
Inspired by this post of thecrazyleader.
On AO3.
Ships none
Warnings: none
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5. A Familiar Blackmail Moment
It’s during a chase through Gotham that it happens. Most of them are focused on locating the robber of multiple dangerous weapons when there are suddenly two yells over the coms, before a storm of cursing starts up.
“Nightwing, Red Hood, report,” Bruce demands anxiously.
“We’re fine, Dickface just fucking entangled us on the grapplers, like a fucking Dickhead idiot, stupid asshole,” Jason curses.
Dick immediately defends himself: “This was so not my fault, Little Wing. You’re rusty with yours and being mean about it.”
“Don’t you fucking dare put this on me. You bumped into me,” Jason hisses.
“You didn’t check your six properly,” Dick protests.
“I swear you need to shut the fuck up, right now. I have knives and I’m near all your sensitive parts,” Jason threatens.
“Oh my god, are you two tied to each other with your own grapplers?” Steph asks, sounding delighted at the idea. “O, please say you have a visual on that.”
Barbara chuckles: “Oh, I definitely have a visual on that. They’re properly tangled and stuck. I’m getting a video of them dangling there to use later.”
“You have to show me that,” Steph says.
“Of course.”
“It’s not fucking funny,” Jason complains. “I don’t wanna get blackmailed for shit Dickface did. I refuse.”
“For the last time, it’s your fault we’re in this mess,” Dick shoots back. “I’ve been grappling all over non-stop, you haven’t. It’s okay to be rusty, but don’t start pushing this on me.”
Before Jason can give what would have probably been a scathing reply to that, they’re interrupted by a snort. Tim says: “I find it hard to believe Hood caused that when you got B tangled even in your later Robin years.”
It’s quiet for a second, then there’s chaos on the coms.
“Oh, yeah, I remember that,” Barbara comments, as Steph says: “Wait, you’re saying that Bats and Nightwing as Robin did a fish on a hook impersonation? Please tell me you captured that, stalker boy.”
Dick is whining: “Shut up,” as Damian says: “Yes, I refuse to believe this sort of slander.”
“Slander. Slander?” Jason shrieks. “Golden boy here is pinning his shit on me, that’s fucking slander. I can’t believe you, you know. How fucking dare you.”
“No chatter on the coms,” Bruce tiredly reminds them, something he often forgoes, because they have never listened once in their lives. He has already decided to make a strategic withdrawal when they turn against him, happy to have at least diverted the conversation again.
“Oh, now you’re picking his side, huh? When it’s your dignity on the line as well, I see how it is,” Jason bitches. “Creepy McCreeperson, make sure you find those stalker pics you took so I can defend my honor when this asshole tries pinning it on me again.”
“Not really inclined to help you when you’re calling me a creeper,” Tim deadpans.
“I’ll make you a coffee cake next time they put you on a caffeine ban,” Jason offers, obviously trying to sound enticing.
Dick admonishes: “Don’t bribe Red Robin with coffee. You know it’s for his own good and you know that we’re all above bri-”
“Deal,” Tim cuts him off.
“Hell yeah, you’re my favorite paparazzi stalker,” Jason cheers. “Now shut up, Dickface, and tell me how to get loose without plummeting, since you’ve obviously done this before.”
“I hate you both,” Dick complains, before he starts to explain.
#rr writing#batman#bruce wayne#jason todd#red hood#dick grayson#nightwing#tim drake#stalker tim drake#red robin#damian wayne#robin#oracle#stephanie brown#barbara gordon#dc#dc comics#batfamily#batfam
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if ur fine with it 💍w/scara? my personality is pretty meh imo, im mostly extroverted and very talkative. if i’m honest i’m pretty ambitious with a lot of things and i’m very self disciplined according to my close relatives and friends. also i’m pretty confident in myself but not overly confident to the point i’ll start doing the most stupidest things. i also believe im well organized so i’ll freak tf out if everything is a mess (one time i had a mental breakdown bc i forgot to clean my room before going to school). also i’m pretty rude on a surface level, since i unintentionally insult people right in front of them. though with closer friends im very gentle n kind with them, i’ll show a lot of affection to them even in public. that’s mostly it so now moving to the hobby parts, personally i don’t think i have one? since mostly i’m studying, but if i do have free time i’ll either make plans with friends or play video games. i do have a little talent for the piano, i’m pretty mid at it but i can play a few songs. mostly i don’t have time to explore hobbies since i have extracurricular activities and studying💔 + some stuff wit my personality i forgot to add. whenever i pursue something i’m definitely not gonna take any break until i’m close to achieving it :)
(mb if i didn't pay much attention to your personality traits/hobbies, i was simply busy thinking of little things the two of you would do. i hope i incorporated enough to satisfy you, and make up for how long it took me to push out this post...)
pushing him in a shopping cart
at first, he protests. a lot. but he’ll get into the cart eventually, only because you’d bug him for the next week or so if he didn't. lowkey has to hold onto the side of the cart because you’re definitely going to go zooming down the aisles. he’s the one who grabs the stuff while you’re just having the time of your life. y’all get called out by the employees later but it was worth it :)
helping him paint his nails black bc he's going thru an emo phase
scaramouche does not see the appeal of bright colors. he himself prefers black, white, and grey, which are all simple and monotonous colors. like him/j. which is probably why his wardrobe looks like it went through the black and white snapchat filter. he even paints his nails black, or, well, attempts to. his adoptive little sister, qiqi, paints her nails black as well, because she wants to be like gege too. you end up painting both of their nails some of the time, and then yall post pics of you guys flaunting your nails like "don't mess with the emo bitches."
holding hands on the bus together
since your school is far, and most definitely not walking-distance, your friendly little neighbor (yall live in the same neighborhood) and you end up walking and waiting at the bus stop quite often, unless scaramouche's mom isn't too occupied with her girlfriend to drive him to school. you'll purposely sit next to him, just to piss him off, which works, but he'll take your hand in his anyways. if you breathe a word about it to anyone, though, he'll murder you.
cooking/baking (burning the house down) and failing miserably at it
he takes after his mum (ei), so i wouldn't suggest letting this emo boy within six feet of a stove or oven. of course, you ddin't know how bad it was until the two of you attempted to bake a birthday cake for his sister, qiqi. everything was going smoothly (minus the eggshells in the cake batter) until someone forgot to look after the oven. the cake (obviously) was ruined, burned black and was as hard as a brick. still, you had to make do with what you had, and scaramouche did some pretty decent icing work, even though qiqi refused to eat it, saying it'd break her teeth. another time, the two of you attempted to make a simple stir-fry, and apparently, scaramouche didn't understand that you had to stir slowly and carefully so that the food inside wouldn't spill out...you two ended up cleaning cabbage and chicken off of the stove for the rest of the night.
babysitting his (adoptive) sister qiqi
since ei is often busy at work and with her new girlfriend (pretty woman, her name's yae miko), scaramouche often finds himself looking after qiqi on his own. she doesn't really bug him while he's doing his homework, thankfully, but he does feel a tiny bit bad about leaving her with nothing to do. that's your cue. he'd call you to come over, and the two of you will probably just watch movies, play sorry or monopoly (scaramouche always seems to get bumped back or in jail), and stuff your faces with the chocolate ice cream in the fridge, even though ei specifically said no chocolate for qiqi. but rules were meant to be broken, no? and besides, he had to spoil his little sister some of the time, didn't he?
neat. 👏 freak. 👏 couple.
i swear, yall are a couple of fucking neat freaks (no offense). there ain't a spick of dust or a single pencil out of place in your guys' rooms and it CREEPS. ME. OUT. ahem, anyways. if your room (or his) ended up becoming dirty (which would probably never really happen to you, more on his side anyways), he'd probably help clean it up, but its mostly just you two vibing to the spotify playlist he set up.
he'll listen to you play the piano
whenever he's not busy, he'll pull up a seat next to you and just, quietly watch you play. he never comments about it, but if qiqi is in the same room, she'll clap her hands together slowly. she's actually quite fond of your piano music, and will probably ask you to teach 'gege' so he can teach her.
ngl, you probably insulted him
i'm not even gonna mince words here. you probably insulted him on his first day at your school. "damn, what happened to your horomones?" he glared at you and said that not all guys got the best of the gene pool. your day-to-day interactions with him at school has probably been mostly just you talking down on him and him just shooting insults right back at you 💀
he has to deal with you overworking yourself
he'll find you, laid out on your table, with exam papers spread out under your arms, snoring like a beast (no offense if you don't snore like that, or you don't snore at all-) and will gently place a blanket over you, along with a chaste forehead kiss. "the only reason you get better grades than me is because you overwork yourself so much," he'll murmur under his breath as he quickly finishes off whatever project or homework assignment you'd been working on.
matching bunny hats (yk, the ones w/the floppy ears <33)
he finds them ridiculous at first, but qiqi grew fond of them, and eventually, she was able to get him onboard about it. of course, you have to take a few (a lot of) photos, and even post a cute lil' couples tiktok of the two of you guys' ears flopping up in sync <33
#scaramouche x reader#scaramouche x you#scaramouche x y/n#scaramouche genshin impact#wanderer genshin impact#the balladeer#genshin x reader#genshin drabbles#genshin fanfic#genshin impact#( ﾉ ﾟｰﾟ)ﾉ leeo writes!
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Ok bitches, bros, nonbinary hoes or whatever you identify as, I will just get my friends‘ birthday cake outta the oven and then I‘ll post the first one shot part named “articles“. It’s about the reader being a journalist and doing an interview with Jerome in Arkham.
Hope y’all like it.
Oh and btw. The cake is (hopefully) gonna be a mötley crüe motive cake. Fingers crossed that it turns out pretty😭 maybe I’ll post a pic later.
#cakeart#baking#wattpad#jerome imagine#jerome valeska#jerome valeska x reader#gotham jerome#gotham#gotham x reader#fanfic#fanfiction#jerome valeska fanfiction
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Throw Pillows Food & Landmarks Post
Go read Throw Pillows through Chapter 8. Then come back here to see some of the food & landmarks that I’ve mentioned.
Frey Branches: We call these Schoggistängelis which is German for ‘chocolate stick.’ There’s an incredible cake my mom makes using a bundt pan. You line it with these things and then pour over chocolate batter that has a healthy amount of instant coffee in it. One of the best desserts on the planet. Message me if you want the recipe.
Frigor Noir: The dark chocolate version of the regular version. It’s incredible.
Cailler Chocmel: 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤
Thun Flusswelle: This is a water lock/bridge right where the Aare flows off the Thunersee and it creates river waves (flusswelle) big enough for people to surf.
Bern bridges: The Aare takes a meandering path through Bern. Kinda like if you were drawing someone’s face in profile only you really sucked at it. Cause it cuts to the west like you’re drawing a nose and then hooks back east. That’s a shit description. I’ll add a screenshot of its path to a later post. Point being, there are A LOT of bridges in Bern. These are 2. You can imagine Kacy standing on them and taking such a terrible selfie that Jane couldn’t see that Lucy already had a bruised face.
Thun Castle: It’s iconic. Sunset in that city is one of the most incredible things I’ve ever experienced. I was lucky to be there one year when they had a Ferris Wheel. I didn’t go on it, but it was lit up and I have some great pics of the fiery red sky, glowing Ferris Wheel, and Thun Castle.
Frey Les Adorables Mocca: 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤
Pflaumenkuchen: Plum cake. There’s not a standard recipe. Everyone make it a little different, so if you google you are going to find a bunch of different looking cakes. This is the closest thing to the version my family makes. Ours is has a custard like texture, but is also somehow still cakey. idk how that works exactly. I can’t bake well. But it’s very good. Happy to share our recipe for this as well.
Bärentatzen: They’re like chocolate gingerbread and dangerous as hell. If you ever encounter them in the wild, proceed cautiously. Open the bag. Extract a few. Seal it up. Hide it far, far away. Otherwise you might kill the entire thing without realizing it.
Croute Au Fromage: This stuff is deadly and something anyone can recreate. Just get a nice hunk of cheese from Switzerland. Raclette would be my preference, but others work as well. Get some thick bread. Throw it in a cast iron skillet. Pour some white wine on top. Add a slice of ham if you want. Cover it with a healthy amount of shredded cheese. Throw it in the oven. Let it cook til the cheese bubbles. You can serve it with an egg on top or little onions or pickles or all of the above.
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Not posted on here since yr 10 which is kinda crazy considering I’m now in my final year of school (yr 12 is so hectic already). Anyway I’m back babbbyyy! I’m going to try and post nice pics I take and just like general updates so I can hopefully stay on top of school work and just life.
Went to my grandparents on the weekend and picked a bunch of flowers and lemons. Hopefully I’ll bake a lemon cake sometime later this week but I have ext history until late tomorrow so who knows when. Better head off and do my English homework becuase I have so much and it’s already 9pm! (I say this but let’s be real, I’m so gonna spend the next hour watching YouTube…)
And of course I’ve been listening to Sufjan’s new album non stop. So should you.
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Life’s Little Joys Chapter 4:
Hi, lovelies! Here’s chapter 4! As always, I first want to thank my girlfriend for reviewing these chapters before I post them; and I also want to give the reminder that I don’t actually post pictures of my sims because I’ll forget to get the pics. I also want to provide a bit of a trigger warning. There is mention of a house fire in this chapter. I did not plan this. Madeline, Lorelei, and Micaela went to have dinner with Gael and Finlay, and Finlay had started a fire on the BBQ.... Anywho....enjoy!
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Lorelei did indeed look at scholarships later that evening. After the kitchen had been cleaned and Micaela had been put to bed, Lorelei settled into the comfy office chair and began her search.
“Find anything worthwhile?” Lorelei tilted her head up with a smile. Madeline was looking over her shoulder.
“Hey. I found one for prospective students who don’t have a hell of a lot of money; one for people who have a knack for cooking; and one for students who live in the Brindleton Bay area. I haven’t found much else, though.” Madeline nodded and gently squeezed Lorelei’s shoulder.
“Are you going to apply for them?”
“I think so. I’m just worried about adding another thing to my plate, though, ya know? I know I said I wasn’t planning on actually starting classes until after our honeymoon but getting ready for school would still be another thing on the to-do list.”
Madeline hummed in understanding. Lorelei tended to put her all into whatever she was doing. It would be hard for her to balance work, family life, wedding planning, and school if she had the intent of putting all her energy into each aspect of her life. It wouldn’t matter if she was only getting ready to start courses. Lorelei would still struggle.
“I know what you mean, hun. It’s a lot, especially since we’re in the midst of planning the wedding. If you know which school you want to go to, there’s the possibity that an advisor could offer insight?”
Lorelei considered this for a moment for nodding slowly. She honestly hadn’t considered asking a university advisor for guidance. She’d been focused on the energy that would be taken away from the other parts of her life if she started getting ready for school sooner rather than later. After all, they were reaching the end of the wedding plans. All that was left was to determine the menu; get the cake; buy flowers and bouquets; get Micaela’s dress; and pay the various service providers they were hiring. She wanted to focus her energy on what she expected to be one of the best days of her life. And yet…she suspected that getting a degree in engineering would be beneficial for her little family. They weren’t hurting for money per se, but they weren’t rolling around in it either. Along with paying all the wedding and honeymoon expenses, she and Madeline wanted to add to their little family. To do that, they needed money. More money than they were making at the moment anyway.
“I guess I could look into it…” She said slowly, crossing her arms over her chest. It wouldn’t hurt to have everything ready to go once she and Madeline got back from their honeymoon, right?
Madeline smiled. “That’s the spirit.” She praised softly. She had an inkling of what had been going on in her fiancée’s mind and thought the praise was well-earned. “Do you want to get a start on that tonight?”
Lorelei shook her head and turned the laptop off. “I’ll look into it more after work tomorrow. I’m ready for bed.” Madeline nodded and bent to kiss Lorelei gently, hoping that this decision would be a step in a more positive direction for her love.
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All thoughts of preparing for college were pushed out of Lorelei’s head the next evening, however. They had received an impromptu dinner invitation from Gael and Finlay. While unexpected, this wasn’t what had pushed thoughts of higher learning out of Lorelei’s mind. When they arrived, a fire engine was pulled up in front of Lorelei’s childhood home.
Stumbling out of the car before Madeline had come to a full stop, Lorelei sprinted toward her family home and, not paying attention to much but the smoke billowing from the roof in small yet dangerous clouds, she ran straight into Gael’s chest. She let out a small scream as her father first caught her and then held her close, rubbing her back soothingly.
“Hey, hey. It’s okay. It looks worse than it actually is.” Gael soothed, holding his daughter close.
Lorelei pulled away slightly to stare at her father in disbelief. “How could it possibly look worse than it actually is?! Where’s Papa?!” Gael pointed toward the end of the fire engine where Finlay stood, talking with one of the firefighters. As far as Lorelei could tell, both her parents were fine.
“What about the house? What happened?” Seeing that neither of her parents appeared to be seriously harmed had eased the panic she’d felt upon seeing the smoke a little, but there was still the matter of the house fire.
“The grill caught fire while your Papa was making dinner.” Gael explained. “We aren’t quite sure how it happened. He had only stepped inside for a few minutes to grab some sauce and when he came back out, there was a small fire. The other firefighters are working on putting it out now.”
“And you’re both okay? No issues from smoke inhalation or burns or anything like that?”
Gael smiled a little at the concern in Lorelei’s voice. “We’re both fine. The ambulance just left, but we were both given a clean bill of health shortly before you guys got here.”
Lorelei nodded, calming down as the realization that everything was going to be okay sank in. “And what about the house? Is there going to be a lot of damage from the fire, do you think?”
Gael considered this for a few moments before he responded. “Some, but I don’t think it’ll be too severe. It certainly won’t be as bad as it could’ve been.”
Lorelei nodded and leaned against her father, feeling herself relax. Behind her, Madeline was hurrying over, carrying Micaela so she wouldn’t get too close to the house. “What’s going on? Is everyone okay?”
After Gael had explained the situation to Madeline and assured her that everyone was safe and well, a firefighter walked over, followed by Finlay.
“The fire’s out, Mr. Levine, and the damage isn’t too bad. Insurance should help since the fire was by no means intentional.”
Gael nodded and let go of his daughter to gently pull his husband to his side. “Thank you so much.”
The firefighter nodded and walked off, leaving the little family huddled together in the driveway. Though it would take time for the physical damages to be repaired and the emotional strain to heal, it was recognized that there was more to be grateful for than upset about. After all, the damage to Lorelei’s family home was minimal in the grand scheme of things, and neither of her parents had been harmed. She could only hope that it was a one-time thing.
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Supriya Delgato was a blessing throughout the wedding planning process. At first, both Lorelei and Madeline had been hesitant to hire a wedding planner. After all, how complicated could it be? They just had the simple task of planning their perfect union…right? Once they began to realize how much went into that planning, the thought of hiring someone to help began to seem more and more preferable.
One evening, the two had sat down to make a list of everything that they wanted to do. However, as the list grew longer, they began to, well, panic. At first, the task of planning their wedding had truly seemed simple enough. But as they wrote down everything that they wanted and needed, they began to realize how much work needed to be done if they were going to be wed on July 31st.
“There’s just so much…” Madeline muttered as she looked down at the list she and Lorelei had written. Lorelei nodded, worrying at her lower lip in the way that told Madeline her fiancée was rather stressed. And why wouldn’t she be stressed? The list was a lot longer than either of them had expected it to be.
“And we only have $15,000 set aside in the budget…” Lorelei sighed, rubbing her face with her hands. Initially, that had seemed like more than a reasonable amount of money to set aside for the wedding. But now that they were looking at everything that would need to be paid for, she was starting to wonder if they’d made a mistake. How could $15,000 possibly cover venue fees; catering fees; the money for the cake; money for dresses; and money for music, the honeymoon, and whatever fees they needed to pay for the marriage certificate. It all seemed like so much…
“Maybe we should hire a wedding planner…” Madeline murmured as she ran her finger down the list for what felt like the hundredth time. “I know we said we didn’t want to, but babe…it’s just so much, and we both work. Then there’s Micaela and family….”
Lorelei nodded a tad reluctantly. She really had wanted to do this with Madeline and Madeline alone, but she also didn’t want memories of wedding planning to be tarnished with undue stress. She knew it was going to be stressful regardless. There wasn’t really any need to add more to it, right? “I think you’re right. While I really would love for us to be able to do it ourselves, it’s just…a lot. Maybe we can plan our vow renewal by ourselves.” Madeline rewarded her with a small smile.
“Sounds good to me.”
The next day, they met and hired Supriya who was dedicated to helping the young couple plan the perfect day with as few hiccups as possible. There would be parts that Madeline and Lorelei would have to decide on for themselves, of course, but Supriya would absolutely help out at every opportunity. That was her job after all, and she considered herself to be rather good at what she did.
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The news about whether or not Lorelei would be able to utilize any scholarships came about a week after she had sent the applications in. She was checking her email before she left to drop Micaela off at daycare and head to work herself. Madeline had already left for work. She had bus duty that morning. Lorelei was about to close the laptop and pick Micaela up when she noticed three emails with interesting subject lines. Each email had the word ‘scholarship’ in the subject line. Glancing at the time in the top righthand corner of the laptop’s screen to make sure she had enough time to quickly check these emails, she opened the first one. Her eyes widened slightly as she read the greeting: ‘Congratulations, Ms. Levine’. She quickly scanned all three emails after realizing that school may be closer than she thought and had to hold back a loud, joyful cry. She had gotten two out of the three scholarships she had applied for! She sent Madeline a quick text to tell her they would be celebrating during their date that night and scooped Micaela up. As much as she wanted to have her own little dance party, she still had to go to work, and she needed to get Micaela to daycare before her shift started.
Later that evening, as they pulled away from Charmaine and Scott’s house, Madeline glanced at her love with a wide smile. “Congratulations, babe! This is going to be so good for you!”
Lorelei favored her with a sunny smile, red curls framing her pretty face. She and Madeline were going to the new sushi restaurant that had just opened in Brindleton Bay: Shimuzu. Charmaine and Scott had been more than happy to watch Micaela so the young couple could celebrate Lorelei’s good fortune.
“Thanks, hun!” Lorelei replied, turning the radio down. “I think it’s going to be good for the family as well, though. With a degree, I’ll able to get a better job. Plus, it’ll show Micaela that she’s capable of whatever she’d like to do whether that’s college or something else.”
Mdaeline nodded in hearty agreement. She had indeed considered the financial gain aspect, but more than anything, she was glad Lorelei was doing something that would help get her out of that awful internship. She knew Lorelei wanted to stay in the engineering field, but she also knew that Lorelei wasn’t happy where she was at the moment. Nor was she growing as an engineer. Despite the smile Lorelei gave her each morning before they went their separate ways, Madeline knew she dreaded heading to the office. She had also stopped sharing her blueprints and ideas for new, fascinating ideas. Lorelei was stagnating in that internship, and Madeline was determined to help her return to a place of growth.
“You okay, Maddie?” Lorelie’s question brought Madeline back to the present. She started before looking at Lorelei. They were parked in front of the restaurant, and Lorelei’s door was open. She was waiting for Madeline to do the same.
Madeline smiled. “Oh, I’m fine, hun. Just got lost in my head for a bit. Sorry.” Lorelei smiled and shook her head, silently negating the need for an apology.
“You ready then? I’ve been thinking about sushi all day!” Madeline nodded and laughed.
“Let’s go!”
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I’m sharing a secret today:
Three little Teddy Bears 🧸
I’m getting very bad palpitations/racing heartbeats so I’m not in the state to write much this is exactly why I wish I had someone to talk to in person. I have high fever too… and shallow breathing again. It’s very difficult to get Teddy bears in India because someone has banned certain imports and huge reliable places like Hamleys… inspite of their “quality check” has become another Reliance Mart, they don’t have official Hamley toys 🧸 the banner is good for nothing all you get is cheap roadside stuff which for some reason is impervious to our stringent quality norms, you get all these tacky, garishly coloured bright red, green and raspberry pink Teddy bears (be it in Hamleys or Amazon etc. etc.) in that cheap quality synthetic fabric where they use toxic dyes, as if they are very healthy made out of vegetable colouring, as if the beetroot red is edible for children? On Amazon they only have what Indian girlfriends usually want… all those typical cheesy 6 ft bears that’s it. Anyway, long back when I was putting together something for Harsh https://twitter.com/dutchesstruffle/status/1610306604037201922?s=46&t=XBKt3GjCDr2f0CTNaF_y2w & https://twitter.com/dutchesstruffle/status/1610299643216429056?s=46&t=XBKt3GjCDr2f0CTNaF_y2w
When I had put everything together for him I had taken a mini birthday cake Teddy bear (15 cm) but it arrived late so I decided to keep it as a keepsake (I feel like sitting with him & crying) and I gave him a proper sized Teddy bear, for the next birthday I had grooming stuff to give ‘cuz what else would u give guys… I was like where will I find a Teddy bear in a Bath Robe? And then I heard myself saying aah that’s impossible even in places which are popular for Teddy bears 🧸 and then guess what? One should never believe anything’s impossible, everything is possible our world is full of surprises, a week later I came across a Bathrobe Teddy (the last of Hamleys that we had) and I immediately got it for him to put it there in my box with all the grooming stuff
Ever since then I have been getting the most perfect Teddy bear that too always at the right moment it’s as if it has created a stroke of good luck or a catalyst (like most other things in my life) I was looking for a Teddy for my car (I don’t have one yet nor am I in the state to drive) so actually for my future car… I have drafted an article (I had written it long ago last year) in case you’d want to read more about cars, but I haven’t published it on my blog cuz that car hasn’t arrived yet in Indian market… anyway I got this Teddy bear 🧸 which will be combined with those mini cushions and other stuff to make someone as comfortable as possible and there will be refreshments too, I’ll share all the details once my post is up, it looks like a perfect little chauffeur Czar is my pseudonym and instead of Car I’ve kept Czar as the title there (not yet published the article) you can read it next year on 23rd Jan, “24 cuz whatever cars I was comparing… well one of them didn’t get launched in India even though it was supposed to (during Auto expo)
That’s just a quick glimpse, I wanted the car to be fully equipped with all this stuff and it’s inspired by luxury hotel rentals/airport shuttles.
Here’s the third Teddy…
So Ralph Lauren Bears are for 10k even from the kids section and I wanted a Barista bear to be precise… I again thought to myself “It’s not that realistic you know, finding something like that especially in India.” Anyway I had already come across whatever I wanted for my theme in the exact same as shade as Ralph’s and then I eventually found a bear too which was quite unexpected, he’s wearing a gingham shirt in the same bottle green colour and grey dungarees, I can also make it sit. He is very cute & adorable 🧸 I have put a pic in my moodboard which will be there in www.lilacnights.com/post/my-little-barista I am not sure if I’ll be able to fulfil this dream but you can read it on 7th Mar it has been pre-scheduled.
Another Teddy: Looks like this month I’ll be spending on Teddy bears… no I got that Ralph and then this, the rest were purchased ages ago. I didn’t want to miss out on this one because nowadays you don’t get bears with the same coloured nose, they all have that cheap white nose that too in a different fabric not fur. This bear costed me around 990 inclusive of the extra ribbon and 100 shipping.
I saw a blogger who has a cottage somewhere & I realised I wasn’t the only one obsessed with bears other than Ralph Lauren, she too has Teddy Bears in every nook and corner of the house and some other blogger just posted a Teddy Bear sitting on her bed, looks like we’ve all got this Teddy Fever together - Zara Sauleh
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LITERALLY GRATEFUL FOR THE BEST SUMMER EVER UGH!! I’ll post a photo dump later on before school starts. June 23 2022 was a night to remember this pic right here and the pic up top are so so savage and remind me of me and my friends that’s it idc how many friends or homies I have I have so so manyyyy ahh life was sm better I was even on my lightside THE WHOLE time. Not me going to Florida and hanging out w my friends two months before and a month before my cousin came. Me telling my friends my cousins name was pheonix and they said it was a pretty cool name which it is! I love him and I love all my friends so much the five only will go to my confirmation at the Hamptons pizza place lol hehe. We’ll have cake, and a huge party idc and it’s gonna be me and my friends ONLY! Oh and why do I miss 14 😭😭 best age, best party BEST YEAR cus 8th grade was the best 😩
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Y’all yesterday was a mess! I tried to make a healthy last meal (tofu and corn) n I RUINED the tofu. It tasted like cornstarch n too much salt so I ended up saying fuck it.
- half a pack of ramen
- hand full of almonds
- chickpea cake (rice cake but with chickpeas) with SKIPPY PEANUTBUTTER 😵😫 (licking the access off the knife)
- still ate some of the gross tofu before I chose to eat something else
- corn (we love her, she did nothing wrong)
- handful of mixed greens
- 1/3 of a pickle
- rest of the fava bean snack (they’re a really good source of protein and fairly low cal, but I just ate them cuz I could) 🥲
- miscellaneous veggies and ranch off my s/o plate
I didnt count the calories either 😖 What an absolute nightmare! Ugh but wanted to be transparent about yesterday. Today, I’m accepting yesterday was a day, and it’s gone. And today is a new opportunity! Positivity🥹☺️
So I’ll check back in later and let you guys know what happens. Only thing I’ve had so far is a True North energy seltzer which I am obsessed with! I’ll post some pics of it later but they’re 0 cals❤️
So as always my gorgeous people of all identities DRINK SOME WATER ❤️😍
*forehead kisses* 😽
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happy beltane friends!!!! ♥️🌼🤍🌸💚🌷💜🌻💛 i wanted to throw a may day party this year but that’s definitely not happening ://////// i’ll settle for baking & some spring cleaning. does anyone have any fun plans?? 💐🌿
#i’ll post pics of my cake later!!!#if it looks good#i’m rly sad we’re spending may day in quarantine it’s my second fav pagan holiday#feel free to send me messages as always!!!!!!’#i’m even more bored than usual so they would be greatly appreciated#may day#beltane#wheel of the year#paganism
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people talking to me while i’m cooking or baking is my villain origin story
#god i fucking hate when ppl do that#like my business in the kitchen is nobody’s but my own#you may know about it and comment on it once i formally serve it to every1#if u interrupt the process you kill my mood and i automatically am annoyed#i’m going outside i’ll keep working on my mutilated lamb cake later#i’ll post pics of it later bcuz i’m obsessed w how ugly it is <3
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youtuber Sukuna pt2
I wonder what things will happen in this part? I hope there's sparknotes, I don’t feel like reading all these words…
Content warning: *more* mean internet comments, Sukuna doxxing ppl(idk if that needs a warning?? But just in case)
part 1 --- part 3
Being a Youtuber was a lot more work than Sukuna thought it was. When he’d picked you up early in the morning, he wasn’t expecting you to come out with such a fancy camera and microphone. You looked cute as all hell too, hair styled nicely and your outfit was perfect for a day at a countryside cafe.
“Thanks for driving!” You said, climbing into his car and smiling at him. Sukuna could smell your perfume as it wafted off your body and he immediately felt the urge to buy a bottle as well and spray his pillow with it.
“S’no problem.” He muttered, driving off as soon as you were secure. He’d looked up the place beforehand, reading their menu over and over so he’d know what to order. Slowing down at a red light, he glanced over at you taking pictures.
He wished he could ask you to send them to him so he could save them in the never ending folder he had, but he couldn’t. It would be weird, you weren’t exactly close, and it’s not like you shared any pictures anyway.
“Hey Sukuna, what’s my contact photo on your phone?” The question came out of nowhere and he looked at you in confusion.
“Contact photo? You don’t have one.”
“What, really? I’ll send you a picture then! And add a few cute emojis with my name.” Well, that was easy. He wasn’t expecting you to offer to send him a picture, but he wasn’t going to decline it.
“Okay, I will.” Turning his attention back on the road, Sukuna turned the radio on to fill the silence. “Should I...send you a picture of me?” He had the perfect picture in mind to send you, it was a thirst trap he’d snapped post-shower after a really good day at the gym. A towel hung low on his hips and he still had a few droplets of water on his skin and dripping down from his hair.
“Yes!”
The drive to the cafe was quick and easy, not a lot of traffic early in the morning. The sun was just beginning to settle in the sky and the dew on the grass was fading. The cafe you’d chosen was in a small countryside town, barley fields just a few yards away and farmers with their dogs walking by.
“This the place?” Sukuna asked, pulling into the small parking lot in confusion.
“Yup! I’m so excited!” Hopping out of the car, your camera was immediately put to work filming the surrounding area. It was peacefully silent all around you, the only sound the occasional breeze or dog barking in the distance.
Panning the camera to yourself, you took a quick couple breaths and babbled a few times before speaking properly.
“Hi everyone, as you can see we’re in a different place today! Me and Sukuna are at a cafe in the countryside that I saw online and fell in love with. Say hi Sukuna!”
“Hi.” He was standing at the edge of the lot where a field of wispy tall purple grass started. He waved dumbly, feeling like a dumb kid taken to Disneyworld.
“This is the name of the cafe…” Turning your attention elsewhere, you filmed the rest of your intro. Once again, Sukuna was amazed at the proficiency at which you did things and how smoothly he knew the shots would look.
Looking at the cafe on the outside, it didn’t look like anything special. It was a wooden and concrete building with two large windows. He could see the minimalist decor and furniture inside was wooden as well, probably handcrafted by someone in the town.
“All finished, let’s go in.” Waving him on, Sukuna jogged to be the first to the door to open it for you. Filming as you walked in, when Sukuna entered, he still didn’t understand the hype you’d placed around it.
The air smelt like a strong tea and the humidity was definitely higher. He was right in thinking that all the furniture was handcrafted, all the chairs and tables had a rough quality to them only achievable with a human touch.
“Look, this is what I came here for!” You were standing right at the dessert case, pointing your camera at whatever you were looking at.
“Why is it...?” Sukuna looked at it in confusion. There was an airbrushed cake shaped exactly like the peach emoji sitting in the case with a realistic leaf and stem as well and you looked inexplicably happy over it.
“The owner makes these cakes herself, and she’s doing a cute emoji series!” Bouncing on your heels, you tugged on his sleeve. “I’m totally getting a slice, what’re you getting?” Suddenly, the research he’d done the night prior meant nothing as he looked at the cake.
“I have no idea.”
“You’ve got time to think about it, I’m gonna ask the owner a few questions for the video.” Leaving him at the case, Sukuna saw you go up to the owner waiting at the counter from the corner of his eye. Since the two of you were the only ones here, he could hear your excited voice gushing about the cakes and decor.
Fifteen minutes later, you and Sukuna were seated right in the corner of the cafe, where the two windows intersected on the building. Not one for sweets, Sukuna got a plain poppyseed muffin and a hot tea; the cafe didn’t serve coffee.
Setting up the camera on the table next to you, you took a bite of your cake and loved it, immediately singing its praises to the camera. Sukuna ate as well, trying not to be too stiff as you spoke.
“Sukuna, you should try this too!” Holding up your fork filled with cake, you held it out to him.
“Hm, okay.” Grabbing your hand as well, he expected you to let go of the fork. But as he guided it to his mouth, you didn’t, and you were staring right at him as it went into his mouth. “Why ya staring?” He mumbled, feeling his ears burn.
“I need to know if you like it.” Sukuna didn’t let go of your hand as he chewed and you didn’t make a move to remove it either. You were too focused on his reaction to care, waiting on the edge of your seat for him to say something.
“It’s a peach flavored cake.” He nodded, snorting when you motioned him to say more. “It’s too sweet for me, but if you like it then I like it.”
“Good enough for me!” Finally you pulled away from him and put the fork down, turning to the camera and pointing in his direction. “Can you believe Sukuna doesn’t like sweets? He’s like an old man, he only got a muffin.”
“Please, could an old man deadlift almost 300lbs?” Sukuna scoffed, slapping his chest and flexing his arm.
“That’s so much! You have to train me some day Sukuna, I wanna lift that much!” Your shocked face made Sukuna smirk and he flexed the other arm as well. Your wide eyes got even wider, bouncing between both his arms.
“Anytime, (Y/N).” Sukuna felt confident enough to wink at you, and he saw the way your face faltered at it. Ducking your head away, you pretended to fiddle with the camera, the tips of your fingers shaking slightly.
It was afternoon by the time you finished in the cafe, walking out into the warmth of the sun. Looking out, all the land surrounding the cafe was flat, covered in fields of barley or tall grasses.
“Hey Sukuna…” There you were, touching the purple grass with your fingers.
“What?”
“Will you take a few pictures for me? For Instagram?”
“I don’t think I’ll be any good.” Sukuna barely knew how to take pictures of himself let alone another person.
“That’s okay, just try your best!” Putting another camera in his hand, you grabbed his wrist and tugged him to join you deeper in the field. “That camera is pretty simple, just point and click.”
“Alright.” Holding it up, he immediately snapped a picture of you.
“Wait for me to pose!” You laughed. Sukuna chuckled as well, and when you were ready, he took the pictures. He took as many as he could, clicking the button over and over.
“Take a look.” Twenty minutes later he was handing the camera back at you. Looking through the pictures, you instantly burst into laughter.
“Sukuna, why’d you take a picture of the sun? My head is in the corner, it looks like a toe!”
“I told you it’d be bad!” He couldn’t help but laugh as well. You really did look like a toe in the corner of the screen.
“Oh my god, I’m taking you to a photography class, some of these are too much.” Giggling your way through the rest of the pictures, you put the camera back in his hand. “Let’s take a couple together!”
Sukunas heart leapt for joy. He would be able to take a picture with you. It felt like he was a fan of yours and not someone you knew on a personal level.
“You’re gonna hold the camera, your arms are longer.” Flipping the viewfinder up, you slided up to Sukunas side. He muttered something unintelligible, too busy looking at the two of you together. He could almost imagine you were a couple.
“Sukuna, hold the camera like this.” His hand had gone limp, casting a bad angle on the two of you.
“Don’t face that way, the light will make you look bad.” In one of the pictures, you’d changed poses.
“I know you only take serious gym pictures but smile for this one!” His face had dropped down to a scowl, his normal resting face. After who knows how long, he was finally free from taking pictures.
Wandering back to the car, it was silent as the both of you settled in. You were busy looking over the photos and Sukuna was busy watching you from the corner of his eye.
“Anything else you wanna do here?” He asked after a while of pretending to look on Twitter.
“Mmmm, we can drive around some more! I don’t really know what else is out here.”
Sukuna drove you through the countryside town, marvelling at the farmers and all their animals. You stopped to get a couple handmade candies from an old man, and Sukuna made sure to pick up some food that wasn’t just sweets for you. Eating at a small restaurant, when you hit the road again it was nearly evening.
Driving back in near silence, somewhere along the way you fell asleep. Your head rested against the window, jostled a few times by the road or a turn. Sukuna couldn’t help but look at you any chance he could, and although he felt like a major creep, he couldn’t stop himself from taking a picture of you.
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding.” Sukuna groaned as he got closer to the city, coming upon a wall of traffic. Far ahead up the road there was an accident that wasn’t going to be cleared away anytime soon.
“What’s up?” You asked with a loud yawn, stretching out your arms and legs as best you could.
“Traffic.” Leaning his head out the window, he let out another groan. “Might as well put the fucking car in park.” Shifting the gear and sinking low into his seat, Sukuna sighed. It’s not that he hated traffic, but he wanted every moment of this outing to be perfect, and this was seriously hindering it.
“Do you want me to send you some of the pictures we took together for your Instagram as well?”
“Yeah, send ‘em over.” At least Sukuna could stare at the two of you together to pass the time. The amount of pictures you sent him was seemingly endless and included a few he didn’t know you’d taken of him eating and looking out the window.
“How long do you think we’ll be here?” You whined, kicking your feet out in boredom.
“At least an hour.”
It was quiet for a few minutes, the sound of the radio and other cars around you filling the background. Sukuna could see you fiddling with your phone, opening and closing apps. He could see you getting antsy.
“I’m already so bored.” There it was. Your pitiful whine accentuated with your head pushed back. Sukunas fingers itched to reach out and squeeze your cheek, it was glowing from the sun. “I think I’m gonna get on Instagram live or something so I can complain more.”
Laughing at your honesty, as soon as you went live Sukuna got the notification on his phone. Your head was tilted away from him, only your side of the car showed. Waving at the camera a few times, you smiled really big.
“Hi everyone! I’m stuck in traffic!” Your eyes flicked across the screen, reading the many comments coming in. “Hm, what do you mean who’s car am I in? I bought this car!”
“Liar.” Sukuna mumbled with a cheeky grin getting bigger when you tried to hide your own chuckle.
“I swear I bought this car!” You couldn’t keep the lie going, and broke down in giggles the more Sukuna looked at you. “Alright, I’m in Sukunas car.” Panning the phone out, he saw himself on screen.
“Hi.” He waved, reading the comments asking if you were on a date. “Don’t you remember from the last live? We aren’t on a date we’re filming some fucking vlog.”
“It’ll be up soon! You’ll all really enjoy it, Sukuna was a great guest.”
“The best.” He nodded along. You responded to a few more comments, but there were some that kept coming up.
‘(Y/N) kiss Sukuna’
‘(Y/N) kiss Sukuna’
‘(Y/N) kiss Sukuna’
“Stop spamming that fucking message like a weirdo.” Sukuna finally snapped. You had done a great job at ignoring the comment, but it was all Sukuna could see on the screen. “You’re gross to ask us to do that.” But Sukuna did wish he could kiss you. Ever since the first comment came through, he’d taken glances at your lips as you spoke.
“Oof, don’t make Sukuna mad, he’ll kill you.” You teased, and your hand went out to squeeze his arm. “He said he can deadlift almost 300lbs, so watch out.”
“That’s fucking right.” Flexing his arm proudly, Sukuna nearly put it around your shoulder, faltering at the last minute and landing on the center console with a thud.
‘It would be kind of cute to see them kiss…’
‘I bet Sukuna can’t even hug (Y/N)’
‘I bet after today they’ll come out and say they’re dating!’
Now all the comments were talking about the two of you dating, and how cute it would be if you really were. Biting his lip, Sukuna watched your reaction closely. Truly he had no problem with the comments, he wanted them to be true as well, but if you were uncomfortable he was ready to put everyone in their place.
“Gosh you guys ship us so hard.” You seemed okay with it, your face wasn’t tense and you were still making eye contact with Sukuna. “Are you going to subscribe to my channel if I kiss him?”
“What?” Sukunas eyes widened and the comments poured in promising life long dedication to you if you went through with it.
“Alright.” Setting your phone up on the dashboard, you turned to Sukuna. “I’ll be quick, okay?”
“What?” He parroted. His hands were getting clammy just thinking about it and the look in your eyes wasn’t helping. With a nervous lick of his lips Sukuna leant forward and had just begun to pucker his mouth when you loudly kissed your palm and pressed it to his cheek.
“There! I kissed Sukuna!” With a big grin on your face you kissed your hand again and put it on him. “I did it twice! Now go subscribe!”
“What the hell.” Sukuna mumbled to himself, feeling like an idiot for thinking you’d really kiss him. He spent the next fifteen minutes in a stupor, vaguely replying to comments and trying to get over the embarrassment he felt.
Dropping you off nearly an hour past the original time, when Sukuna got home he buried his face into his pillow and let out a short yell. The biting shame he felt at almost making himself a fool in front of thousands of people was still fresh. He knew there’d be fancams of the moment just waiting for him. A buzzing on his phone pulled him out of his thoughts.
(Y/N): you need to send me a picture for your contact photo!
That’s right, the picture. Sukuna didn’t even need to scroll that far to find it, it was in his favorites. Sending it to you without a second thought, he didn’t even have the mind to check your reaction. Leaving his phone on the bed, he rushed to the shower to cool off.
When he returned, there were a flurry of messages from you waiting to be read. Most of them were unreadable keyboard smashes and a few emojis.
(Y/N): SUKUNA!
(Y/N): you can’t just send me a picture like that!!
(Sukuna): why?
(Y/N): you know why!
He could practically hear your flustered little whine.
(Sukuna): enlighten me please
(Y/N): SWSGMLU
(Y/N): you’re such a bully!!
(Sukuna): haha sounds like someone's embarrassed
It was a long few minutes before you replied and Sukuna could see the typing bubbles appear and reappear several times.
(Y/N): I’M GOING TO BED
(Sukuna): you that tired? it’s only 9pm
(Y/N): YES GOODNIGHT
(Y/N): BYE BULLY
(Sukuna): lol goodnight then
In a week, the vlog was up and Sukuna made his debut into the world. He rewatched it several times over, in awe of how well you’d captured the countryside and translated it to video. He even screen recorded some parts, like when he was flexing for you, just to replay your reaction over and over.
In the weeks following, Sukuna watched your channel grow exponentially. Your number of subscribers wasn’t small, but it was nowhere near his, yet you made the leap to over a million and a half practically overnight. And with that new success, came a lot of pressure.
You’d recently taken up streaming, and Sukuna was at every single one. He had made a Twitch account just to watch you and he subscribed immediately, blushing when you read out his name and personally thanked him in a text a few minutes later.
Entering your stream as soon as it started, Sukuna was ready to sit and watch you do whatever. Usually, you played a game like the Sims, but sometimes you’d cook or put makeup on for a stream.
But this time was different. When your face appeared on the screen, you looked down. Almost as if you’d been fighting back tears. Immediately, Sukuna grabbed his phone, ready to call you and ask what was happening.
“Hey guys.” He could hear it in your voice that you were sad. It warbled and broke, and you sniffled a few times.
‘(Y/N) why’re you crying??’
‘What’s wrong?’
‘Did something happen? You can tell us, we’re here for you’
“No, don’t worry everyone it’s just…” A stray tear fell down your cheek and you wiped it away with a shaking hand. “I-I- just-” You quickly broke down crying, turning your chair completely away from the screen.
Sukuna was swiftly dialing your number. He had no idea what was wrong, you hadn’t told him anything was wrong, but he needed to know. He was prepared to go to your house if you needed him to.
“I’m okay, I promise.” Feverishly wiping your tears, you turned back to the camera. Taking several deep breaths, you didn’t look at the camera as you spoke. “I’ve just been getting a lot of hate comments recently and you know I always ignore it but-” Your voice caught, and Sukuna was glued to the screen. “It’s just been a lot honestly.”
‘(Y/N) WE LOVE YOU’
‘PLEASE DON’T CRY WE’RE HERE FOR YOU’
‘I bet it’s all of Sukunas fans, they’re so fucking gross’
‘Totally Sukuna fans, all the real fans love (Y/N) and would never do this’
“N-no, don’t blame Sukuna! He can’t control what people say!” It was totally his fans and he fucking knew it. His call had gone unanswered two times, but on the third time you answered. “Hello?”
“Put me on speaker.”
“But-”
“Put me on speaker!” He demanded. Sukunas blood was boiling, rage rolling over him in waves.
“Sukuna’s calling, I guess he has something to say.” Holding the phone close to the microphone, you kept wiping away tears.
“Listen here you insignificant dirtbags, stop leaving shitty little hate comments on (Y/N)s stuff. You’re all fucking piss poor losers who can’t even wipe your own asses, probably jerking each other off in a pathetic circle. Go get a fucking job, worthless pieces of shit. Don’t think this is something you can get away with either, I’m going to make sure you fucking regret the day you were born.” His voice was dripping with so much malice it scared you. While Sukuna was used to talking like this, you’d never heard it in person and you could tell he meant every word.
“Thanks Sukuna, but you don’t have to-”
“Tell me who they are. Where’d they leave the comments?” Angrily setting up a shitty webcam he had, Sukuna was preparing to do a livestream himself.
“I don’t know…”
“(Y/N).” Taking a pause, he stared at the screen. You were worrying your lip as you stared at your phone while the comments begged for you to tell him.
“Alright. Most of them are under the vlog we did together, and there’s a lot under my most recent Instagram pictures.”
“The ones with us together too?”
“Yeah, those are the worst ones.”
“Keep me on the line.” Sukuna had never been this angry in his life before and it showed in his actions. He was slamming things down in a rush to set up his stream and letting out frustrated noises in the back of his throat.
“Sukuna, what’re you doing?” You’d gotten your emotions under control enough to stop crying, your glassy eyes shining in the light of your room.
“I’m setting up my own stream.” Just as he spoke, his face appeared on the screen and he was live. “Tell everyone to send me screenshots of the hate comments, I’m going to teach these assholes a lesson.”
“I think they heard you.” Indeed they had. The phone was still close to the microphone, and now there were comments pouring in telling Sukuna they’d send links through his stream.
Clicking on almost all of the ones that popped up, his screen was bombarded with pictures of people leaving hateful comments on your posts. Many were saying that you didn’t deserve to be alive, to be so close to Sukuna, and many called you ugly or other mean names.
“Let’s see what this fucker looks like.” Going to one of the profiles on Twitter, Sukuna nearly spat on his screen looking at it. “This ugly sack of shit wants to leave some mean comments? Well it’s your lucky day bitch, you’re the first one to go.” It took Sukuna all of five minutes to find the person's Facebook account where they posted more personal information.
“Oh, that’s a pretty high brow uni you’re going to! It would really be a shame if I sent an email to the dean.” Sukuna said mockingly, already typing up a long email. “You’re not gonna be studying to be a doctor any fucking more. Have fun digging ditches bitch.”
Sukuna’s stream easily went from 200 viewers to nearly 40,000 just in the time it took him to dox the first person. The next one was even easier, and it snowballed from there. Sukuna had no qualms about sharing this personal information, from their addresses to their personal phone numbers to where they worked.
“You really don’t have to do all this.” You kept saying over the phone. You’d ended your own stream to calm down, but you didn’t hang up the phone.
“Yes I do.” Sukuna replied instantly. “People have no respect for others, it’s fucking gross. If they think they can get away with this they’re idiots.” So many comments were egging him on as well, with a lot of people promising to harass everyone exposed until they apologized. “I hope every single one of them loses everything.”
“Sukuna…” With a sigh, you sat back and watched him do it. There wasn't anything you could say to stop him, he was on a warpath and intent on causing harm. Eventually, you had to hang up the call as it got well into the night and he was still going.
“Keep sending the fucking links, I can do this all night.” Sukuna repeated several times, fighting off sleep. His eyes burned from staring at the screen for so long and his back had begun to ache but he wasn’t about to stop now. There were still so many people that had to pay.
After nearly eight hours of streaming himself doxing people, he finally stopped after his channel got banned. His manager had emailed as soon as the sun rose, frantically screaming at him to stop what he was doing or he could get sued.
(Sukuna): tell me right away if this happens again I’ll handle it
He texted you right after getting banned. His body hurt from exhaustion, he could truly pass out at any moment.
(Y/N): I will
(Y/N): sukuna...thanks for doing all that. It really meant a lot to know you care about me
(Sukuna): Of course I care about you
Sukuna was about to type out that he liked you, of course he did all of that and risked himself getting sued because he liked you and never wanted to see you cry again. Almost admitting to how he wanted nothing more than to give you a big hug, but stopping himself at the last moment.
(Y/N): you’re such a good friend Sukuna, thank you
(Sukuna): you’re welcome
It hurt to be put into that category, in the friendzone. It made his tongue curl in disgust, a rancid place that he wanted no part of. People that were in the friendzone were spineless and too weak to just confess their feelings - and Sukuna seemed to be one of them.
After that incident, you went on a break from all social media and Sukuna began to patrol your comments sections. He actively posted that he would start doxing people again if they said anything bad, citing all the damage he’d done to the previous victims. Sukuna had gotten what he wanted, all the people he exposed suffered in some way, most losing jobs and friends.
On a run to the grocery store, Sukuna was listening to a podcast you’d been on. He missed the content you posted, and while he did text you sporadically about Youtube stuff, he didn’t feel comfortable messaging you about anything else. His mind always stopped him, questioning him on if what he wanted to say was really worth your time.
“Hi Sukuna.” Standing at the bread section, Sukuna nearly jumped into the air hearing your voice pop up next to him. There you were in a baggy hoodie and sweats, looking every part an unnoticeable member of society.
“(Y/N)? W-what’re you doing here?”
“Hm? I’m shopping.” You chuckled, showing him your handbasket.
“Right.” Nodding slowly, Sukuna eyed you up. Your eyes were still a little puffy and he could see they were red as well. You looked tired and worn down, not your usual happy self. “Hey (Y/N).”
“Yeah?” You were unprepared for the heavy arm that landed around your shoulders and even more at being pulled into an embrace. Sukuna hugged you to his chest tightly, squeezing the back of your hoodie in his hands.
“I…” He could feel you relaxing into his arms, heaving a deep sigh like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. “Don’t feel sad anymore.” Sukuna seemed to have a habit of saying the things he wanted to say in the worst way possible. What did that even mean? To tell you not to be sad anymore instead of offering something else, like his friendship, during this time. He wanted to tell you he’d be here for you.
“Thanks Sukuna.�� Hugging him back just as tightly, he could hear you sniffle a few times. The hug lasted for a while, just standing in front of bread, and a good two minutes passed before you started to unwind yourself from him.
Keeping a loose arm around you, Sukuna kept you close, searching your face for any hint that you would possibly start crying. Your eyes were a little misty, and your lower lip quivered just a little, but you sent him a smile that made it all better.
“So, what’re you getting?” He asked, attempting to be casual.
“Well, I’m actually done shopping now and I just saw you standing here.” You admitted with a chuckle. “I know it’s been a while since we last spoke properly.” The last message you’d sent to each other was about a sim card two days ago.
“Don’t worry about it, you were going through stuff.” Shrugging his shoulder, Sukuna grabbed the bread he wanted. “I don’t want you to force yourself to talk to me if you don’t want to.”
“Sukuna, I want to talk to you more though! I know we only talk about Youtube stuff but I want us to be better friends.”
“Really?” Nearly crushing the bread in his hands, Sukuna quirked a brow at you.
“Yeah!”
“Well...alright then.” That made him really happy, like really really happy. You wanted to pursue a stronger relationship with him and while it wasn’t a romantic one like he hoped, he was still ecstatic on the inside.
“I have to go, but can we video call later? I have some things I wanna ask you.”
“Okay.” Giving you a brief wave, Sukuna watched you walk out of the aisle and out of sight. A silly smile stretched his cheeks at the thought of your call later, and it stayed on his face the whole way home.
Later that night, Sukuna was diligently waiting for your call. He kept his phone glued to his hand, something he didn’t normally do, just in case you called. At nearly 7pm on the dot, you called and Sukuna answered right away.
“Hi!” You weren’t in the baggy clothes anymore, it looked like you were in pajamas sitting on your couch.
“Hey.” Sukuna was sitting at his computer doing editing, so he didn’t have to worry about you seeing the lack of furniture in his home. All you had to look at was a blank wall behind him. “So, you wanted to ask me something?”
“Mhmm! I was wondering- well first, Sukuna do you watch anime?”
“Anime?” His face twisted up in mild disgust. “No, that shit is fucking lame.”
“Sukuna!”
“What? I’m not that much of a fucking loser to like anime.” Rolling his eyes, he immediately envisioned a man in his mothers basement jerking off to pixelated tits. “Why? Do you watch it?”
“Yeah…” Now you were embarrassed, and it showed on your face.
“Fine, you’re not a fucking loser.” Propping his phone up on his desk, he tipped his chair back and looked at the ceiling. “At least, not a total fucking loser.”
“Sukuna!” Now you were laughing at him, and he smirked at you. “You’re so mean, you know that?”
“Hey, that’s my brand ba-” He was about to call you baby, the word catching thickly in his throat. Luckily, he stopped himself and slammed his chair back down on the ground to cover it up.
“Well, now I don’t know if I want to ask you my question! You’re gonna say no right away.”
“Tell me.”
“No!” Shaking your head hard, you panned the phone up to your ceiling. “You’re definitely gonna bully me!”
“Who knew you were such a baby?” There, he’d called you baby like he wanted to. Not in the context that he desired, but he still got to say it.
“Am not!” Glaring at him, you exhaled shortly. “I was wondering if you wanted to come to this anime convention with me? It’s happening downtown in a few weeks and I’m a guest on a lot of panels this year. I want you to come with to help film stuff for me so I can make it into a highlights reel for my channel? As sort of a comeback video since I’ve been gone for a while.” It was amazing how you’d managed to say all of that so quickly without taking a breath.
“A convention?” Sukuna had only been to fitness conventions and a few that his manager made him go to.
“Yeah! And I wanted to know if you watched anime because I wanted to see if you’d cosplay with me!”
“Cosplay? What the fuck is that?” It sounded stupid.
“We would dress up as characters from an anime! Have you heard of demon slayer?” No, he hadn’t and his silence told you as much. “Look up Nezuko from demon slayer, that’s who I’m dressing up as!”
“Fine, one sec.” Quickly typing it into his computer, Sukuna’s brow rose seeing the character. “You’re gonna dress up as some BDSM girl?”
“It’s not BDSM!”
“Then why does she have that thing in her mouth?” What else could it be for?
“That’s because she’s a demon and they don’t want her to eat people!”
“God that’s lame.” Looking between his phone and the computer, Sukuna tried to imagine you in this outfit. It was cute, a cute pink kimono with a little hair tie and sash. The more Sukuna looked at it, the cuter it got. “But on you it’ll be cute.”
“So will you dress up with me?” You asked immediately, your eyes shining with excitement. “I already know what character you’ll be! There’s a boy named Inosuke that-”
“No way, save your breath. I’m not dressing up.” Doing a quick search of the boy in question, Sukuna let out a snort. “And why do you want me to dress up as someone with a boars head on? You saying I’m ugly?”
“You don’t have to wear the head!” The opportunity was quickly slipping through your fingers at seeing Sukuna cosplay. “It’s ‘cause you’re so fit and so is he! And you’re pretty similar too.”
“I don’t care if he was my twin.” Shaking his head, Sukuna closed the tab and crossed his arms over his chest. “I’ll tell ya what, I’ll come to this thing and take all the videos and pictures you want and in exchange, I won’t dress up.”
“Wait, how does that logic-”
“Just go with it. Now send me an email about the thing and I’ll clear my schedule.” Waving off any further questions you had, Sukuna quickly got the email for the convention. It was about two weeks from today, and it was going on for the whole weekend.
“So, do you think you’ll be able to make it?” You asked tentatively, worrying your lip.
“Of course.” Sukuna would definitely need to do some serious schedule rearranging. “I’ll pick you up like last time, just let me know the time.”
“You’re the best, Sukuna!” You smiled big at him and Sukuna smiled back. Maybe during the convention, he could show you he was more than just a friend.
When the day of the convention came, Sukuna got ready bright and early to pick you up. The sun had only just settled onto the horizon and he was chugging coffee before leaving.
“Hey.” You yawned loudly as you got in his car, still clearly half asleep.
“Cute.” Sukuna said in response. You looked absolutely adorable. The pink kimono looked good on you, the sash accentuating your waist well. The little green gag he’d seen earlier was hanging around your neck, and you had a cute pink ribbon in your hair.
“Hm? You like it?” Shuffling around, that was when Sukuna saw how high the slit was on your outfit, coming high up on your thigh. His eyes were glued to the skin that showed, unable to look away.
“I do.” He whispered, glancing at you briefly to see your eyes were closed.
“That’s good, I spent a lot of time on it.” Putting your seatbelt on, you yawned again and pointed lazily out the window. “To the convention!”
It was a short drive to the convention, and you were some of the first people there. With a badge around his neck, Sukuna followed you into the hall. You weren’t carrying the bag of camera equipment you’d brought, Sukuna insisted on carrying it so it wouldn’t ruin your costumes aesthetic.
“We’re here really early to get pictures! I booked with a professional photographer, and my pictures are going to be used as promo for a few brands here today.” You explained as Sukuna followed you into a room with a full photoshoot set up.
“Okay.” He was completely lost watching you begin to take pictures. After chugging an energy drink, you hopped straight into it. Sukuna made sure to watch the photographer closely, looking at the computer as the pictures popped up to make sure they weren’t indecent for you.
Nearly an hour and a half later and you were finally done. Sukuna had begun to film some parts of it for you per your request; his job as videographer started now.
“The convention hall is open now to everyone, it might be kind of overwhelming to see all the people out there.” You told him as the photographer was packing up.
“Eh, I’ll be fine.” With a shrug of his shoulders, Sukuna left the room and stepped out into the main hall. Immediately, he knew you were right. There were so many people already milling around dressed in costume, most from shows and games he’d never seen. The only readily identifiable characters for him were from Nintendo.
“Told you it was a lot.” Bumping him with your shoulder, walked out into the convention space. If Sukuna didn’t stand right behind you, he feared he would lose you in the crowd. There were other people dressed up as the same character and he couldn’t trust himself to differentiate between all of them.
Filming a little bit of walking around, Sukuna could hear and see people looking at him in shock. It wasn’t unknown that Sukuna had a distaste for anime and the whole culture surrounding it. Some of his most popular videos were him making fun of people at the very same thing he was at now.
“E-excuse me, (Y/N)?” A young teenage girl approached you, nervously fiddling with her phone.
“Hi!” You waved, immediately seeing her phone. “Do you want a picture?”
“Yes, please!” The girl's nerves quickly dissipated at your question, but she still looked scared of Sukuna.
“How about we take a few selfies?” Sliding next to her, you put an arm around her shoulder and posed. You and the girl took a numerous amount of pictures, and when she left she had a happy blush on her cheeks.
“Is that gonna happen often?” Sukuna asked, watching the girl disappear into the crowd.
“Yeah, sorry! I posted that I’d be going to this for the second and third day and a lot of people said they were gonna ask for pictures.” Rubbing the back of your head nervously, you sized up Sukunas face. “Sorry if it annoys you, I know it can be kind of tedious.”
“I don’t mind. Let's get going.” With a casual shrug, Sukuna walked to where your first panel was. He stayed off to the side as you talked to the organizers and other guests, feeling awkward that he couldn’t hold a conversation on whatever it was you were talking about.
The people soon filed into the panel, filling the seats and whispering excitedly about you and the other people sitting at the front of the room. Some of them noticed Sukuna and whispered about him too.
Ignoring them diligently, Sukuna filmed your panel from the back of the room. He didn’t need to worry about picking up any sound, you were speaking into a microphone. All he had to worry about was capturing good angles for you.
He did this for a few more panels as well, slowly getting more comfortable with people noticing him there. He even waved at a few fangirls that saw him, their faces erupting in a scarlet flush and giggling silly.
“We have almost two hours before my next panel, do you want to grab some food? I’ll pay.” Waiting in the back of an empty room, you tried to reach for your bag that Sukuna had slung over his shoulder.
“No, you don’t have to pay.” Pushing your hand away, Sukuna kept you at arms length.
“C’mon, you have to let me pay! You’re doing so much for me already!”
“Nope.” You tried to struggle past him and grab your bag, but Sukuna was strong enough to keep you at bay with one arm. “Fine! But I’m buying you a plushie later!”
“Whatever.” With the matter settled, the two of you left the room. Almost as soon as you came out, there was a loud gasp from a few people outside the door.
“Oh my god, your Nezuko is so good!” One of them shouted. Sukuna eyed him up, a young man dressed with a strange green and black checkered overcoat.
“Thanks!” You replied, fiddling with the edge of the brown one you were wearing. “I spent ages on getting everything just right!”
“Y-you’re (Y/N)! I didn’t think I was going to see you today!” Another man had on a similar getup to the first, but he was clad in yellow and orange.
“It must be your lucky day!” Laughing a little at his shocked face, you quickly noticed the third man standing there. “Sukuna look, this is what I meant when I said you should dress up as Inosuke!”
“Huh.” He looked at the shirtless man in front of him. The guy was muscular enough, not nearly as much as Sukuna was though. The brown pants he wore were too baggy for Sukunas liking, but he could see the way you were looking at him.
“Can we get a picture please?”
“Of course!” You quickly got in the middle of the three of them and crouched down, throwing up peace signs and smiling brightly as they took the selfies. Sukuna was watching all of their hands, making sure no one touched you or got too close.
“Sukuna, will you take a group picture for us?” You asked, already handing him a phone.
“Yeah.” You didn’t really leave him with a choice and it’s not like he was going to say no to you anyway. It was harder to keep track of just where these men were putting their hands, and every so often Sukuna would look to make sure that the hand placed on your back stayed there and didn’t go any lower.
“Thank you so much!”
“You’re the best, (Y/N)!
“Bye, please tag me in the pictures if you post them!” Waving cutely at them, you walked away. “Ah, that was so much fun! They were so cute!” Gushing about the pictures, you didn’t notice Sukuna had a vein throbbing in his forehead. He seriously wishes he’d dressed up in that dumb costume with you so you could feel the same way about him.
Quickly eating some fast food - much to Sukunas disgust - you were back in the convention hall. There seemed to be even more people here than before milling about. Gripping the back of your top, Sukuna made sure you didn’t get too far from him in the crowd.
“Let’s go check out the merch!” Leading him to a larger space in the convention center, your eyes sparkled looking at all the different vendors spread out. “Sukuna, is there anything you want to check out?”
“Not really.” The only thing he could see that he knew were some overpriced candies. “I’ll just follow you.” And that he did. You stopped at nearly every booth, rejoicing about how cute something was and how much you wanted a certain figure. Sukuna offered to pay for whatever you wanted, but you staunchly refused.
“Sukuna, which one’s your favorite?” Coming upon a booth filled to the brim with different plushies, you crossed your arms and squared your shoulders. “We aren’t leaving here until I buy you a plushie!”
“I don’t need one.” Not only would it ‘ruin’ his tough image, he didn’t like those things to begin with.
“Yes you do!” Stamping your foot childishly, you pointed at them. “Pick one!”
“Who knew you could be so mean?” He teased back with a flick to your forehead.
“Shut up.” Puffing out air, you grabbed his hand and pulled him closer to the booth. “I’ll even help you decide.”
“O-oh.” You were holding his hand. You were definitely, 100% holding Sukunas hand. Your two hands were squishing his one in your palms, shaking it side to side as you looked at all the choices before you. How was Sukuna supposed to pick something when you were holding his hand so close to your body? He could feel the tips of his fingers graze your sash every couple seconds.
“What about this one?” You pointed your hands to a brown bear with a giant body but a tiny head.
“What’s wrong with the head?” He looked concerned at the doll.
“It’s supposed to be like that!”
“I- okay.”
“Do you like it?” Looking at him hopefully, you squished his hand even more. “It’s so cute, you have to get it.”
“Let me see it.” Picking it up with his other hand, Sukuna stared at the unmoving, smiling face of the bear. Squeezing it in his hand, Sukuna let out a short sigh and put it down. “Alright, I’ll get it.”
“Yes!” Letting go of his hand, you rushed to grab your wallet before he could stop you. “Make sure to send me a picture of you with it!”
Right after you finished paying, Sukuna nearly demanded to buy you stuff as well. He’d seen the way you were eyeballing the figures and some books, and he wasn’t going to be the only one to leave this part of the convention hall with a souvenir.
The bags he was carrying were definitely heavier now when you left to go to your next panel. They put a little strain on Sukunas arms but he wasn’t about to let you carry anything and quickly ducked back to his car to put it all away.
Right in the middle of your next panel, Sukuna ducked out to go to the bathroom. He was keeping well hydrated during this whole day and it was surely catching up with him now. Wandering the halls, he eventually found a bathroom to use and on his exit, he noticed a sign for something called an ‘artists alley’.
“Let’s check it out.” Here, there were people selling things but they were clearly fan made. There were paintings and pins, stickers and fan art everywhere. Wandering between the vendors, his eye caught on a particular booth.
“Sukuna?” The person gaped when he walked up but he wasn’t paying attention to them. On a cork board above them was a moderately sized drawing of you, dressed up in an all red get up.
“How much?” He pointed at the drawing, looking at the red cap you had on that matched with the red jacket.
“The (Y/N) x Cells At Work fan art? It’s $35.”
“I’ll take it.” The artist was clearly surprised, scrambling to grab the drawing and put it in a protective sleeve. “Keep the change.” Sukuna slapped 40 down and turned away. “Oh, and don’t tell anyone I was here.”
“O-okay!” They shouted after him. Sukuna kept the drawing close to his chest and when he got back he quickly hid it in his bag so no one would notice. He started filming again like he’d never left and you didn’t question him on it when it was over.
“Man, I’m so tired!” With the convention over hours later, you all but collapsed into Sukunas car. It had indeed been an eventful day between speaking at panels and taking pictures with countless people.
“Yeah, I’m beat.” Sukuna agreed, taking a moment to sit in silence in the driver's seat. He hadn’t expected to be so tired after today. He’ll have to prepare better for tomorrow.
Driving you home, both of you were like zombies as you departed. Sukuna didn’t even have the heart to properly disrobe when he got home, collapsing into bed with the plush you’d gotten for him still in his hand.
The next day was just as hectic as the day before, the word had gotten out that you really were at the convention and now more people swarmed you in between panels. Sukuna took the pictures for all of them, giving any man that wanted one a harsh glare before he started. He was easier on the younger girls, but he still made sure that they didn’t try to flirt with you or anything. No one could be fully trusted.
“Sukuna, I forgot yesterday but we need to go to the artists alley!” You exclaimed in shock, grabbing his upper arm. “They have such cool stuff!” Oh, Sukuna definitely already knew about it. The drawing he’d bought of you was hanging in his room, by his full length mirror so he could see it whenever he wanted.
He pretended everything was brand new to him, acting as if he’d never seen the pins before or the stickers and tote bags. Coming upon the artist he’d bought from yesterday, he noticed there was more fan art of you there.
“Oh my gosh, that’s me!” You giggled happily, pointing to yourself drawn as a Pokemon trainer. “It looks so good!”
“Thank you so much (Y/N)!” The artist gaped, clearly shocked to see you here. “I-I studied all of your pictures so I could get everything just right!”
“You did a great job!” The two of you went on and on about the drawings and other paintings that were there. Sukuna wished he could chime in and say that he really liked the art he bought yesterday, but there was no way he was explaining to you that he bought a drawing of you as a red blood cell. He would rather die.
The rest of the day went by in a blur, all the panels going by so fast and melting into one another. He didn’t feel the same exhaustion as the other day, but Sukuna was definitely still tired as he walked to the car.
“Sukuna, thank you so for this weekend, it really means a lot!” You were the happiest he’d ever seen you. The footage he’d filmed for your video perfectly captured all the good parts of the convention, with several shots of your smiling face with fans and other panel members. “How can I repay you?”
“Well…” There was something he’d been wanting to ask you for a while, ever since he saw you in costume. Today was the last day of the convention and subsequently the last day you’d be wearing this costume. “Can we get a picture together?”
“What? We never took a picture together?”
“No.” Sukuna chuckled at your surprised face. Rushing to his car, you set up a little stand for your camera on the hood of his car.
“Okay, let’s take some!” As soon as Sukuna was standing next to you, you wrapped your arms around his middle in a tight hug.
“W-what’re you doing?” Immediately, his face began to blush.
“You deserve a hug, Sukuna, you’ve been amazing.” Sukuna could barely breathe. Not because you were holding him firmly, but simply from the fact that you were hugging him of your own accord. His hands were shaking slightly as he moved to hug you back, grinning shyly at the pleased hum you let out when he did so.
The drive home left a bittersweet feeling on Sukunas tongue. He was glad it was over so that he didn’t have to wake up so early and deal with the gross crowds of people. There weren’t potentially disgusting men and perverts trying to take upskirt shots of your costume or grope you that he had to worry about.
Stopping at a light though, he realized how much fun he had as well. Listening to you talk and share your opinions on the panels was interesting and getting to hear others talk to so passionately as well had made him interested in a few shows. He knew you’d be ecstatic to hear that he could potentially get into anime, and Sukuna knew that at the next convention, he’d dress up for you. He also loved the bear you’d bought him even though that was something he’d never admit.
“Thank you again Sukuna, seriously.” You squeezed his arm as he pulled up to your house.
“Don’t mention it. Let me help you with the stuff in the back.” You’d bought even more things today than yesterday, mostly for friends and family that couldn’t make it to the convention. Gathering all the bags, Sukuna walked them to your door and wandered right into your apartment.
“You can put them all near the couch!” Closing the door behind him you quickly jogged over to the couch to help him with the bags.
“Whoa, your place is nice.” It actually looked like someone lived here as opposed to Sukunas place that looked like an upgraded jail cell. There was a fluffy rug on the wall and a few cute figures and small plushies on shelves, you had plants hanging down from the ceiling and it smelled vaguely floral. There was also a space dedicated to fan made art and gifts, with some fresh flowers sitting in a vase.
“Thanks! Maybe we can film a video here someday!”
“Definitely.” Mumbling dumbly, Sukuna was vaguely aware of you staring at him. “What?”
“You’re such a good friend, Sukuna. I can’t thank you enough!” Again, you hugged him. Burying your face into him, you shook his body side to side before quickly letting go. “Anything you need, don’t hesitate to ask!”
“Hey that’s my line.” Patting you on the head, Sukuna let a dumb smile spread his cheeks. He truly had the most fun ever with you, and for a moment he could pretend that you were a couple and that he was going to spend the night here, cuddle up with you and talk about all the dumb little things happened the past few days.
But he wasn’t dating you and his daydream only lived a few seconds before he made his departure. Going back to his own home, as Sukuna stepped inside he got a notification that he’d been tagged in a photo.
It’s one of the ones you’d taken together where you were hugging each other tightly. Your smile was genuine, showing all your teeth. Your eyes were crinkled at the corners, looking at Sukuna’s kind of surprised face with an indescribable warmth.
‘I love my friends’
That was the caption you’d put with a simple heart emoji after. There were people in the comments asking if this meant you were dating now, begging for you to admit it so they could say their ship sailed. Reading the caption over and over, Sukuna bit his lip to contain the feeling spreading in his chest.
‘I love my friends too’
He commented. And one day, he promised himself that he’d get to call you something more than just a friend. Wandering further into his apartment, he smiled like an idiot at his phone, quickly screenshotting the post.
“Ow!” Bumping his shin hard into his plastic foldable dining table, he was faced with the jarring reality of his surroundings. If he wanted to call you his, he needed to get some furniture first.
#jujutsu kaisen#ryomen sukuna#jujutsu kaisen fanfic#jujutsu kaisen imagines#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jujutsu kaisen scenarios
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Weekends slow for news? Not on Louis’ watch!! He apparently got up this Saturday and was like it is time to make some fucking waves, let’s GO. “I always dreamed of having my own label,” he tweeted, “having an imprint never really worked for me because I still had to have someone else's blessing to sign people. People I believed in massively but unfortunately didn't fit the traditional pop role hence never doing the deals.... So I've decided to put it out there in the world today. I'm going to start my own music management company to help develop new artists. Watch this space. I just wanted to take the first step of actualising the idea but at this stage that's all this is. An idea!” Louis we are literally always watching this space and this is why, you truly never fail to exceed our hopes at every turn. “P.s. a management company not a label,” he adds, tuned in to the discourse as always, “sometimes action is needed first to encourage the motivation and belief” (about where he’s at in the process), and he’s quick to reassure that his own touring and music won’t be affected-- “no.”
He is really thinking about what he dealt with and seeing other people still dealing with it and taking steps to do something about it while using and building on his experience and strengths (to say nothing of his connections and well earned clout)! God knows with his experience he’s more qualified than 90% of the people who start these things, with his decade of being steeped in the industry and having the background under his belt of both being the point person wrangling on behalf of the biggest band in the literal world and of seeing firsthand the barriers standing in the way of less established artists, as he’s spoken about on multiple occasions; including last year when he talked about the imprint he tried to start many years ago but wasn’t able to get off the ground due to Syco’s lack of cooperation, saying “The kind of artists I was interested in developing- because I genuinely feel that through my experience in 1D, you know, one of the biggest fucking bands, I feel like I’ve learned a lot about the industry- they weren’t ready made. I had a lot of artists I took through the door that were rough and ready, but major labels want to see something that works straight away. I found that a little demotivating.” But maybe the most recent time he talked about it was when he played Copy of a Copy of a Copy for us? If management companies had theme songs, that should certainly be this one’s! I can’t think of one single person I’d rather have on my side as a young artist than Louis, anyone he signs will be so lucky both in the support they get and to get access to the built in audience he brings to anything he touches (that’s us!)-- and there’s no one I’d rather have out there finding new artists for me to listen to, he’s got SUCH a good ear for both what’s truly good and what will sell.
So who will these lucky signees be? I mean first of all it’s clearly wildly premature to speculate about that, but I do see people speculating about two folks in particular-- 1) Liam and 2) Louis himself. I gotta tell you I don’t think either of these is at all likely (or desirable?). Aside from the fact that I don’t think the kind of music Liam makes is at all what Louis is looking to do with his company (nor the fact that Liam is already an established artist) surely it would be really weird and kind of inappropriate for either of them to be the other’s boss? I mean is Liam fine with just handing over control of the business side of his things, yes, but I just don’t think this idea is at all plausible. And as for Louis being his own client-- that’s just not really what management is? I suppose there are ways he could build his company to serve himself but I very much doubt that’s what he means by this at this time; it seems pretty clear to me that he wants to do what he has always wanted to do, to use his loyal fanbase as a way to lift up small indie bands and artists he discovers who have the kind of Brit rock sound he loves.
In any case, if he’s looking for support from high places for his project (not that there was any chance of it being lacking, people KNOW Louis and are always looking to see what he’s doing) being able to point at a half million notes on a casual announcement tweet is a good way to start eh? Indeed, the hype (articles all over and industry people posting about it and commenting) and people posting that they’d love to get involved are already pouring in! I wonder if he talked with Niall about his experience of starting a management company while thinking about this, and whether Louis will also bring in a partner who already works in that field like Niall did.
Meanwhile someone posted a video of a girl blowing out candles on a One Direction cake while arm in arm with a life size Louis cutout and... Zayn’s mom?? Apparently the girl’s mom is friends with Trisha Malik and she and Zayn’s sisters (and neice Zaneyeh!) were at the party-- later they got Zayn on the phone and he facetimed with the starstruck newly 14 year old girl. Louis followed another spon-con account, Charlie Lightening posted a really cute pic of him from DLIBYH video filming, Louis also said oh yeah I’m still working on new merch I’ll let you know about that, though with so little conviction he didn’t even finish the sentence, and Liam’s sister posted about looking forward to sharing their postponed Christmas with him.
#louis tomlinson#should I just start tagging the thing 28 management now?#28 productions?#I know people have a lot of feelings about Louis X Factor judge stint but imo it’s such a big part of what brings us to this#that's life though isn't it#things happen for whatever reason and then later they lead to things that you wouldn't have expected...#ugh nm idk if I can make sense rn my head is killing me#good thing I wrote this earlier#me writing the Lilo part uh oh does this sound like D/S fic discourse listen I can’t help it if Liam just wants someone to take care of him#you should have seen the original version before I was like UHHHH WHOOPS I need to edit this#it said something about probably being happy to yield control to louis I reread and was like OH DEAR WAIT NO#lol#6 mar 21
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