#media for a few clicks and some cash? fuck you. fuck you fuck you fuck you to the sun and back
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I wish the marketing industry a very please die
#reviewing a document on how to market to kids and i just want to burn the whole thing to the ground#it talks about community and the need for companionship and mental health and everything. EVERYTHING goes back to how can we use that#*to promote our brand#leave the kids alone for fuck's sake#what are you gonna prey on kids' loneliness to have them buy more product? you gonna foment the already present addiction to social#media for a few clicks and some cash? fuck you. fuck you fuck you fuck you to the sun and back#advertising to kids should be forbidden#let's tell a heartwarming story about friendship and cameraderie to advertise pur products IS NOTHING SACRED ANYMORE#they talk about the fucking dopamine loop that happens on social media and i don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing in their eyes#''being where they escape'' written over a photo of a skateboard park with a huge ad hanging over the ramps IT'S NOT AN ESCAPE ANYMORE NOW#image of 3D avatars with speech bubbles over them with stuff like ''let's play'' or ''what's up?'' and the figures are all just. looking#*into the distance. is there a more poignant depiction of loneliness in an online hyperconected world?? and i think it's unironically meant#to be a positive depiction of people having fun in a virtual world and yet ALL OF THEM ARE STANDING AROUND AND SYARING INTO NOTHING#antithesis of fun. they talk about overload of information in the context of how to cut through the noise and basically scream louder than#*anyone else. for God's sake if kids are overloaded don't expose them to more????? wtf??? if ''constant exposure to global issues and#*social media are resulting in their need for mental health support'' maybe don't try to build places for them on FUCKING social media??#like are we dumb? do we build playgrounds on highways now?? you talk about the fine line between escapism and avoidance and then about the#dopamine loop?? this industry is predatory to the most extreme degree and i hate it to death. if i ever have kids i'll buy myself a brick#*nokia and relinquish all social media. fuck all of this. the worst part is i WORK here and i should be able to do something to make it#*better but fuck if i know how. can the ship bee saved or do we have to burn it to the ground. i am so angry#swearing#vent post
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his favorite cam girl.
synopsis: Toji as a fan of your sex channel and perverse videos.
# tags: scenario; fan-idol relation, i guess; sugar daddy or smth like that; cam girl!reader; holy smut; nsfw
warnings: mention of sexual activities, sex cam, toys, masturbation, fingering, daddy kink, beg kink, boobs play, squirting, plug, slutty names & maybe more
includes: female reader ft. toji fushiguro {jjk}
music {click}
author’s note: amen.
Working on webcams was the most profitable and easiest source of income for you. With a few broadcasts a week, you were able to raise enough money to buy a small apartment with cash, as well as a new, small car. You didn’t have to deny yourself the pleasure of new clothes, underwear or cosmetics, and you could afford to go to a restaurant every week for your favorite food or even montly catering. You also saved some money for the future, and invested the rest in new equipment (camera, microphone and monitor) and toys that you needed for photos or videos for your other social media.
It was Friday evening; it was the perfect time to turn on the recording and say ‘Hello, everyone’ to people who in a short moment will be willing to give you their life savings just to see you having fun with yourself and to see your ass out for the camera. So you put on a comfortable outfit – a white lace underwear and a plug with a bunny tail. Additionally, you also wore a white mask on your face, which allowed you to hide your identity all these long months.
You turned on the stream and immediately almost a thousand people appeared on your broadcast. You’ve been pretty popular on this site and you’ve literally hit the TOP 10 this year. You greeted the viewers, turned on the music playlist and launched paid requests. Once you crossed your first cash threshold, you slowly warmed up, taking off your bra and turning to the camera to show off your bunny tail.
More money flowed into your piggy bank, and you slowly began to fulfill requests with high donate; you sat comfortably on your black chair and then spread your legs to expose your wet pussy. First you used your fingers, then added a small but pretty vibrator to your fun. The pink color reflected well in the camera, and hundreds of subsequent requests made your heart smile.
On the other side of the screen sat Toji, tired from the whole day’s work, who, seeing his favorite cam girl, smiled under his breath. His swollen dick begged to be freed from his dark pants and taken care of, but he stared at your naked body for a brief moment before unzipped his pants and sliding them down along with his black boxers. He gripped his huge and hard cock, then bit his lip as he watched you slowly touch your breasts, almost drooling at the pleasure you were giving yourself.
Toji would give anything and everything to be next to you and put his cock inside you and then fill you with his hot cum. He wanted to touch your pretty thighs, bite your nipples, kiss your lips (both, of course) hard and just fuck you until you passed out on that fucking chair.
Your fingers circled your clit quickly, and you closed your shiny eyes, occasionally moaning or glancing at the comments, reading some of them aloud. Toji decided to spice up your broadcast a bit and sent you 35,000 yen.
toji0: say my name and call me daddy so i’ll give you more, my little slut
You almost choked on your own saliva at the sight of a large number. Nevertheless, for such a sum of money, you immediately changed your position to a more comfortable one and reached for the dildo from the wooden desk. Toji smiled in satisfaction as your little pussy took a huge cream-colored cock inside. Almost as hard as his own.
“... O-Oh, daddy. It’s you, again.” You groaned almost choking. “Toji... I missed you so much.” You added with one eye open, and the man only squeezed his cock tighter, feeling his ball ache from denial his own orgasm. “Fuck me harder, daddy.”
You were like a smol snowflake melting in a hot pan. The floor below you was damn wet, and the chair cushion definitely needed wash after the live. Still, you continued, speeding up your hand movements. Your legs were shaking with pleasure.
toji0: good cumslut, you better start begging for more
Another fifty thousand yen landed in your account and you groaned louder; the hard blush on your cheeks matched your face perfectly. You should definitely contact this viewer and offer him a private live or Discord call for an additional fee. After all, ‘toji0’ has always generously rewarded your requests and has been a regular viewer of your channel.
“P-Please, ughh... Fill me with your cum, Toji.”
All the men (and a few women) on a live stream were burning with envy at the sight. Toji could boast of high earnings, so spending several thousand in one evening was nothing special for him. Others, unfortunately, were not so lucky in life and all they could offer was a pitiful thousand or five thousand yen. But he really was your biggest fan, so he thought you deserved all his money.
“Daddy, I want more.” You grunted with a slight smirk as you pulled the wet dildo out of your pussy. You lightly licked the tip of it, then touched your boobs and collarbones once more.
toji0: then you better stick that dick to the floor and jump on it screaming my name, fuckdoll
After seeing the amount of one hundred thousand yen, you almost squirted on the floor. You quickly replied to the anonymous viewer with a short ‘Yes, daddy’ and pinned the toy to a flat surface, before setting the camera to the right angle so that your favorite viewer had the best view of your bouncing tits and swollen pussy.
“Oh, Toji.” You grunted as your body devoured the entire toy. “D-Daddy, I want to ride you all night long so badly.” You said and somewhere in the back of your head you wondered what the stranger looks like.
You responded by moving your hips while touching your pussy with your right hand, and after a short while you cummed on the floor. Your clitoris was throbbing like crazy and you were having a hard time catching your breath. Your cheeks were hot and your forehead was so sweaty. You really wanted to take off the mask, but you rejected the idea right away. Toji, on the other hand, messed up his thighs and shirt with satisfaction, breathing heavily.
However, that wasn’t the last command he gave you that night.
#— 🍁#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen scenario#jujutsu kaisen scenarios#jujutsu kaisen imagine#jujutsu kaisen imagines#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujutsu kaisen x y/n#jjk#jjk scenario#jjk scenarios#jjk imagine#jjk imagines#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk x y/n#toji fushiguro#toji fushiguro scenario#toji fushiguro scenarios#toji fushiguro imagine#toji fushiguro imagines#toji fushiguro x reader#toji fushiguro x you#toji fushiguro x y/n#toji fushiguro smut
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Going all out on this because Dot did an amazing job with these questions:
🧩, 🦴, 🥝, ❄️ & 🦷 for the ask game, please <3!
KEZ YOU OUT HERE SPOILING MEEE 🥰🥰💖💖
🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?
9 times out of 10 it’s either first person POV, a character waking up for the day age describing themselves as they look in a mirror, or WALLS of text. Formatting and first paragraph will always destroy my perception of a fic, and it doesn’t matter how good it is even two sentences after that.
Another more esoteric thing is any kind of dad’s best friend or stepfather or barely legal/he’s too old for me trope. I think those are literally the most vile fucking shit, and I just block on site. And I’m all for taboos, and people writing what they want, but I’ve never seen that shit written well nor on a blog that isn’t sparkly and pink and giving off major DDlg vibes. Fucking stomach turning.
🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing?
Answered this guy here! But I’ll add a few others that aren’t pieces of media dfhj. The words: abattoir, incandescent, butcher, slaughter, dappled. Different deep jewel shades of blue and green. Animal eyes. Bones in odd places. Videos of interesting women cooking. Dreams about: mothers, children, fire, the apocalypse, all my lost true loves, every corner of the town I visit that I should mark on map.
🥝 ⇢ do you lie a lot? what’s the most recent lie you told?
I lie quite a bit, but it used to be that almost every word out of my mouth was an exaggerated abs pointless lie dfhjd. Yay growing up in dysfunctional household! These days I’m much more conscientious and purposeful about being honest, and I’m always trying to improve, just going with white lies about stuff at work to make my life easier (“I need to use the restroom” means I’m going for a smoke), or at home to keep things smoother (“They were out of X creamer” means I forgot).
Most recent lie was this evening when I told my sister I had left the store and I couldn’t get her a certain brand of energy drink, but I was in the checkout line and didn’t want to go back through lmao.
❄️ ⇢ what’s your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?
HO BOY SO MANY DFHJ. These are more vibes than anything solid sfhj. In alphabetical order:
@alittleposhtoad grieving in a cold place, love that has kindling in friendship, oranges peeled by one set of hands for another, tea in an old electric kettle on a black night, you can always come home here and home is what you call my head on your chest.
@dotcie two weirdos walk into a dive bar, and their mutually assured obsession exhibits as mutually assured destruction, sweating under a street lamp in a town where tourists don’t go at 3am with a man you swore you’d never see again, bedsheets they smell like sweat and home under an open window.
@kastlequill cannibalism as a type of taboo and closed religion, rage wielded elegant and precise like a blade, thought put into evils until they’re extrapolated into facets of humanity, the dichotomy of suffering as holiness and pointlessness, dangerous men they have either accepted or full on love the blood in their mouths, cities at sunset with the lights glittering on.
@parttimeprophet hey babe hehe. Animal hated paid back in animal brutality, cold women with colder determination, hell and religion and the death of god and the apocalypse, lipstick that glimmers like rubies, men that love the collars around their necks.
🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on
More wisdom: take breathers as much as you can in any area of life - steal then when you can at work, in hobbies, in talking, in cleaning - whether it’s 5 mins or 5 months, you need to rest, shit will be waiting for you when you get back. Don’t write down anything you don’t want read. Horses and boats are fun hobbies, but you can have the same financial experience by throwing wads of cash in a bonfire.
More life hacks: if you want to buy a used car, go for a Honda, bc you can beat the dog shit out of them for 30 years and they’ll still run like a clock. To save money, don’t get addicted to coke. The secret to the best homemade fried chicken you’ve ever had in your life is a pinch of cinnamon in your seasoned flour, and to make it crispy add a tablespoon of baking soda. Cream of tartar will make it meringue not break, but if you use too much it will taste hella metallic. 2 drops of dandelion tincture in a shot glass worth of water helps with liver and gallbladder inflammation - that’s Appalachian not crystal woowoo medicine. Don’t whistle outside at night.
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Drake's Amazon Cart: A Bad Romance Drabble
Series: Bad Romance
Bad Romance One-Shots
Fandom: The Royal Romance
Pairings for series: [(Riley x Liam x Max) + (Riley x Drake)] + (Riley x Rashad)
Paring this chapter: Riley x Drake
Rating: MA just to be safe but there’s nothing bad in here
Warnings for this chapter: mature themes, I guess. Murder is alluded to.
Word Count: 681
Song Inspiration: Angel Boy by Tim McGraw (Heard this in the car today right after I finished writing this and was like, oh, yeah, this is perfect!)
A/N: Blame/Give credit to @21-wishes @harleybeaumont and @3pawandme for this. A discussion about how and where Drake gets his murder gloves got out of hand. If you want to see that conversation, you can to go to Cordonian history in the Bad Romance universe and read the comments!
Shout out to @nestledonthaveone for sending me a picture of the whiskey soap!
Huge thanks to @harleybeaumont for the customized meme at the end! It still makes me laugh every time I see it!
My other stuff: Master List.
Drake Walker sat at his desk pulling at his collar. His eyes kept going to the window. It was such a gorgeous Friday afternoon. He should be outside, but he was stuck finishing up the quarterly expense reports. He had to sign off on everyone’s expenses and enter everything onto a spreadsheet to be sent over to accounting. He hated it.
He turned his attention back to his computer monitor with a sigh. He stared at the spreadsheet briefly then popped open his internet browser. Just for a minute, he promised himself.
He checked the scores and rankings for the Dallas Cowboys then flipped through a few memes’ Max had tagged him in on social media. An ad for a porn site popped up. He scrolled past it. He scrolled back up and bookmarked it for later.
He navigated to amazon; he needed a new tent. He got distracted by kayaks for a while then finally added a tent to his cart.
He minimized the window and started working on the expense reports again. What the fuck had Marco needed eight hundred dollars in petty cash for? He scanned down the invoices and the duty rosters for that day. Never mind. Marco had been assigned to Riley’s detail on the day in question and she had been out of town on “business” with her “lawyer”. He didn’t want to know. He approved the expenditure.
A notification popped up from Amazon that he might want to purchase shampoo. He looked at the notification bubble for a long second. How the fuck did Amazon know he needed shampoo? Well, shit, he did need shampoo. He opened the window back up and added some to the cart.
A suggested product appeared on the screen. He ran the mouse across it so he could read the description. Ohhh, soap made with whiskey? What the hell was that about? He stared at the screen for a moment, then shrugged and pressed add to cart.
More suggestions populated his feed. The same company that made the whiskey soap made a product for the “nonmedical treatment of malodorous and unruly hair, both facial and otherwise.”
Other suggestions included Hanes cotton t-shirts, a denim shirt and a bottle of whiskey. He added it all to the cart.
“Hmmmm.” He hummed distractedly as he scrolled through the items that popped up on the “buy again” tab.
He clicked on the black leather gloves.
A suggestion popped up, “You purchase this item frequently. Add to subscribe and save for a discount?”
“Huh.” He said out loud, “I do buy those a lot, don’t I?”
His head jerked up and his eyes scanned quickly around the office. He was alone. Thank God. No one knew.
His eyes returned to the computer monitor. “The things I do for that woman.” He muttered under his breath as he added a case of them to the cart.
He looked up at the clock. Almost five. He quickly checked out and paid for his purchases, then rushed through the rest of the expense reports before shutting everything down and pushing away from the desk.
He and Riley were taking the kids to the cabin for the weekend. He was going to teach them how to fish. Liam was out of the country on crown business and Max was needed at Ramsford for the weekend. He had her all to himself until Monday and he wasn’t wasting a moment of it.
He pulled the office door shut behind him. It latched with a soft click as he hurried down the hallway, thoughts of boat rides and late-night campfires filling his head. He was going to teach Jax how to make s’mores. He was going to catch fish and cook them for dinner. The kids were going to catch fireflies at dusk and minnows at dawn.
The memory of Riley standing on his dock as he taught her to fish all those years ago was still one of his favorites. Now he’d teach his son to fish from that same dock.
Yeah, all the murder was worth it.
Photo cred: @harleybeaumont
#murder gloves#bad romance#drake walker#angelasscribbles#the royal romance#choices#the royal romance fanfic#trr#choices stories you play#choices fic writers creations#cfwc fics of the week#why choose#trr poly#humor#funny
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YOU WAKE UP in a cold sweat. As you shift around in bed, you gain understanding of your situation— your stomach hurts, your head is seething with pain, your whole body is aching like you just got hit with a semi-truck. There’s a slight ringing in your ear.
You yawn and wipe the tears from your eyes. You don’t know whether they were from the yawn or from your pain. Maybe both. Definitely both. You decide that trying to go back to sleep won’t do you any good, even though the window next to your bed showed a dark night sky. No stars.
So, with aching pain, you reach for your phone. Flinching and shutting your eyes from the bright, artificial light, you quickly fumble for the brightness slider and turn it down to the lowest setting. Your eyes still have to adjust, blinking in the light, but you continue on to open up Tumblr.
You scroll through your dashboard, trying to forget about the burning pain in your head. You like a few posts, but nothing makes the pain stop.
Until you read one post from your mutual.
“sing along with the grasshoppers is the best album ever,” he writes.
What? That’s strange. You are damn certain that the weird band he couldn’t stop raving about was The Chipmunks.
Who are The Grasshoppers?
You sit up in bed, not realizing your pain has completely dissipated.
You exit Tumblr and open your browser.
You type in “the grasshoppers,” not expecting to see much. Maybe it was some weird knock-off of The Chipmunks. You vaguely remember your mutual posting about that, actually. How many people tried to cash in on the success of The Chipmunks when they first came out. You tried to recall about that post more to reassure yourself, but suddenly the page loaded and you started to scroll, seeking answers.
A wikipedia page popped up, so you clicked that.
“The Grasshoppers are an American animated virtual band and media franchise first created by Eddie Maynard for novelty records back in 1959.”
What?
You scroll some more.
History.
Main Characters.
Recording Technique.
Guest Appearances.
You click on “History,” assuming they will talk about how The Grasshoppers are obviously a Chipmunk clone.
You read. And read. And read. No mention of The Chipmunks.
So you click the top of your browser.
“the chipmunks” you type.
Chipmunks.
Rodents.
Chipmunks are small, striped rodents of the family Sciuridae. Chipmunks are found in North America, with the exception of the Siberian chipmunk, which is found in Asiaaw fuck i forgot this was already a movie about the beatles. never mind
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youtuber Sukuna
I beg you to read the shitposts I made about this, they are delicious. You don’t have to of course but...if you loved me you would :) s/n = screen name, and I hope you chuckle at Sukunas screen name
Content warning: uhmhm lowkey incel shit(mean internet comments and whatnot)
part two --- part 3
Name: Sukuna. Age: 25. Height: 6 foot 5 inches. Occupation: toxic Youtuber, fitness trainer and hot guy.
Sukuna wasn’t exactly known for being kind. He wasn’t nice to others, rarely having anything good to say about anyone, and he’d made a successful Youtube career out of it. First starting as a fitness trainer at his gym, through encouragement from his clients and the notion of a quick cash grab, he started Youtube.
He didn’t care about it and that reflected in the quality of his videos and editing. He didn’t have consistent uploads, just filming and posting videos whenever he wanted, analytics be fucked. But somehow, that worked out for him, and he quickly found himself with over two million subscribers just frothing at the mouth for his next video.
And those subscribers were some of the worst people. Sukuna didn’t care about fostering a safe space online for others, not in the slightest. His comment sections were atrocious, both on his Youtube and his Instagram. It was full of toxic men one-upping each other constantly and dragging on each other for not being able to work out as much as Sukuna did.
Sukuna was a large part of why his fanbase were so toxic. He himself often made bad comments about others, whether fellow creators or people that happened to appear in the backgrounds of his videos, and on more than one occasion he’d been ‘cancelled’. None of that mattered though, all he cared about was shitting on other people and making money.
Sometimes he played video games and posted it, but not too often. Sukuna often stated he wasn’t so much of a fucking lonely loser that he’d play video games all the time, and so the gaming videos he did post were few and far between. He played angry shooter games and GTA, mindless button clicking he could get lost in for a few hours for a video.
Laying in bed one night after uploading his most recent video, one where he rages at 12 year olds on GTA online, Sukuna was just scrolling through his phone mindlessly. After he uploads video game content, like clockwork, he gets recommendations for gaming channels. He only watches a few of them, mostly leaving mean comments saying what losers they are, but one catches his eye.
He’s never been recommended this kind of video before. The thumbnail is light and bright with some pink aesthetic lights in the back. But the most enticing thing is the person in the middle, cute pink cat ear headphones on and a bright smile.
“Let’s see…” Sukuna mumbles to himself, mindlessly clicking the video. He hasn’t even read the title, he only clicked it because they were cute, and here he is nearly blinded by the bright setup they have.
“Hi everyone, it’s (Y/N) here and I’m really excited today! We’re going to be playing this new game I found!” Sukuna is immediately enraptured by the sound of your voice, watching how your face changes as you talk. His eyes drift off to the decor behind you, cute plushies and healthy plants, and some twinkling fairy lights. There’s books as well, and your chair is one of those ergonomic gamer chairs he has as well but in pink.
Sukuna watches the video dumbly, totally in the dark about whatever you’re doing, but loving it all the same. All he knows is that he likes the sound of your voice, and when you laugh and smile at a funny part in the game, it makes a light flush come to his cheeks.
It only takes one video for Sukuna to spiral into more of your content. He watches a video on your gaming setup, and he’s surprised that so much technology can come in pink. He watches a video on how you edit, a few of you cooking in your kitchen, and even a few vlog videos.
He quickly subscribes to your channel, and when you plug your social media, he immediately goes there. Pulling up your Instagram, he stares at your profile picture and almost audibly coos at you for being cute.
Your profile is just as cute as your videos are and Sukuna barely remembers to follow you before he’s going through your whole feed, liking every picture he sees. Sometimes he leaves comments, only one word though, ‘cute’. He’s never liked something so outright cute before, it wasn’t who he was and it definitely didn’t fit with his brand.
Falling asleep after following you on every platform, Sukuna wakes up thinking about you as well. And he also wakes up to hundreds of comments from all his accounts, bombarding him with questions and screenshots from last night.
‘SUKUNA WHY WOULD YOU LIKE THIS SHIT?!’
‘OMG Sukuna liked (Y/N)s posts!!’
‘Sukuna is so gross and toxic, you better stay away from (Y/N)!’
‘SUKUNA YOU GAY NOW’
‘EW why the fuck do you like this bitch?’
There were hundreds of comments that he waded through. Most were from his fans, expressing disgust at how many photos of yours he’d liked and wondering why he, Sukuna, most heterosexual alpha male on the planet, would like a pretty in pink Youtuber who had bubbly intros and whined when their animal crossing villagers wanted to move away.
Other comments were from your fans, some in awe that he would like you considering how much he said he hated overly cute things. Other fans expressed concern, worried what this might mean for their favorite Youtuber. Did Sukuna want to cause problems, potentially hurting you? He did have a reputation of bullying others, so this wasn’t far fetched.
Checking your Instagram, you didn’t make any comment about it. There wasn’t any update or anything, but on his end he was being tagged in endless Twitter threads with screenshots of him liking your posts and commenting under them.
“For fucks sake.” He grunted, clenching his phone in his hands. The amount of notifications he was getting were starting to upset him and he nearly threw his phone to get them to stop.
Ignoring his phone for the rest of the day, Sukuna went to the gym like he always did and trained with his clients. Some of them brought it up to him, asking him if he had a mind break last night and forgot what he was doing. Sending them harsh glares, Sukuna refused to talk about it.
“Oh my fucking god.” Sukuna nearly wailed when he got home, finally checking his phone. His name and yours had begun trending, and the hashtag #protect(Y/N) was also. Muttering angrily under his breath, Sukuna turned on Instagram live.
“Okay what the fuck!” He shouted, seeing the live become instantly flooded with people all screaming about you and him. “You’re all fucking annoying, you know that?” Glaring harshly at the camera, he read some of the comments that went by.
‘WHY’D YOU LIKE (Y/N)S POSTS FROM 2017’
‘Are you two secretly dating??’
‘COLLAB!’
“Who gives a shit why I liked their stuff, you’re a fucking weirdo for keeping track of me. And we aren’t secretly dating, dipshits.” Rolling his eyes, Sukuna scoffed as more comments came in begging for a collaboration. “And think about it you morons, why would we collab? Our shit is too fucking different, what would we even film about?”
Sukuna stayed on Instagram live for nearly an hour answering questions asking about you. Every time he had to answer that you weren’t secretly dating, he got a little more annoyed. Not at the comments themselves but at the fact that it was true; you didn’t even know he existed.
Ending the live in a huff, Sukuna didn’t feel any better than before, and it was made even worse by the fact that everything he said was being relayed to Twitter, and you were tagged in every tweet.
“These idiots!” Staring at his phone, Sukuna couldn’t believe what he was seeing. On your Instagram stories, you’d posted a q&a for your followers, and nearly all of the comments were about Sukuna.
“Hi everyone! No, me and Sukuna aren’t dating!” You said, laughing a little to ease how uncomfortable you were. “To be honest, I’ve never even heard of him before! As you know, my content is very...different from his, so our circles don’t exactly intersect. But I’m always happy to have new followers and potential friends!”
“Fuck me.” Sukuna groaned, cringing at how uncomfortable you looked having to address the sudden onslaught of questions. For once he wished he’d actually given a shit about his online presence, so that maybe one day your circles could intersect. He knew he scared you, he scared a lot of people, and this was just proof.
“Uh, Sukuna if you see this, hi it’s nice to meet you!” You said in the next slide, puffing out your cheeks and waving cutely at the camera. It made Sukuna blush, and he hated it. “Thank you for following me and liking my content! I was very surprised that you found me!”
“Of course I did, idiot, you’re fucking cute.” He muttered under his breath.
“I know a lot of people are asking for us to do a video together and I know our content is really different, so don’t feel pressured to respond or anything, but the offer is open! If you’d like, we can collab on something.”
“On what?” He asked like you were there.
“I cook sometimes, and I know you cook too! Maybe we can make a cooking video? You can teach me how to make healthy food or something!” Sukuna could tell a fake laugh when he heard one, and you definitely had one right now. “Anyways, thank you! Bye Sukuna!” But hearing you say his name cutely like that made him not care.
He nearly responded right away, accepting the collab offer now that you’d spoken about it, but he didn’t want to seem desperate. He watched through the rest of your Instagram stories, going back and replaying the parts where you talked about him over and over and his heart clenched every time when you said his name.
In the dead of night, Sukuna DM’s you after watching your latest video and leaving the simple comment ‘check your DM’s’.
“Fuck, what should I say?” He’s suddenly stumped as he looks at the keyboard. Typing and retyping a message, in the end all he can say is hi. He doesn’t expect a reply, ever, but when he gets a vibration on his phone two seconds later he jumps to read it.
(S/N): hi Sukuna! :)
(cursedgod): hey
Real fucking smart, repeating what he just said.
(S/N): is there something you wanted to talk to me about?
(S/N): I hope you haven’t been annoyed at all the notifications you’ve been getting!
(cursedgod): No it’s okay
(cursedgod): we can collab if you want
Good Sukuna, good. Play it cool, don’t let them know that your fingers are actually trembling because you’re nervous.
(S/N): do you want to?? I don’t want to pressure you! I know we’re pretty different haha
(cursedgod): yeah, let's do it. Cooking?
(S/N): sure!
Looking around his home, he was suddenly assaulted with the fact that he didn’t have any furniture. He barely had a proper bedroom, just a mattress on a bare frame and a dresser. His lounge room was the same with his computer setup in one corner and then nothing else. There was only a couch, a mounted TV and a fold out table and chairs for his dining room.
(cursedgod): I know a studio kitchen we can use, I’ll send you the address
Thank god he’d done promo work for a brand in a studio one day, otherwise he’d be fucked.
(S/N): awesome! I’m free next Saturday!
And just like that, it was a date. Well, a meeting. Sukuna knew it wasn’t a date, but his heart still thumped like it was one. Confirming the time, he ended the conversation with a curt goodbye and obsessed about it throughout the night.
When the day to meet you came, Sukuna nearly ran late trying to pick out his clothes. He’d never cared about looking good or presenting himself well in front of others, whatever version of him he turned up in was what they got. But for you, he wanted to try a little harder.
Waiting outside the studio space, Sukuna rubbed his hands together nervously. You’d messaged a day or two ago offering to put the video on your channel since it probably wouldn’t fit his aesthetic, so he didn’t have to bring his shitty camera equipment.
“S-sukuna?” Snapping his head up, Sukunas mouth fell open looking at your curious face a few feet away, an Uber driving off behind you. You were even cuter in person, just his fucking luck. How was he expected to act like a normal person when his recent obsession was here looking better than he could have imagined.
“Hi.” What comes out is a grunt, not the smooth word he’d hoped. He can see you eyeing him up, taking in all the thick and corded muscles of his body. It made his chest puff out a little, he worked hard for this physique and to have you so openly looking at him made him happy.
“It’s nice to meet you!” Sticking your hand out, you smiled politely at him.
“Same.” Shaking your hand with a firm grip, Sukuna could feel the difference in your palms. Yours was soft and nicely moisturized and he had callouses everywhere and a few cuts and scrapes.
Opening the door for you, Sukuna led you to the studio space he’d rented out. It was a clean and modern kitchen, not unlike his own, but it had appliances and looked actually lived in. Helping you set up a few camera angles, Sukuna felt a pang of nerves hit him in the stomach.
“Sukuna, can we take a picture together?” You asked before starting, and Sukunas brow furrowed deeply. Why would you want to take a picture with him? His expression must have scared you, because you quickly backtracked. “F-for promo for this video, on Instagram and stuff!”
“Sure.” God, did he feel bad or what. He shouldn’t have made that face at you, now you wouldn’t look him in the eye. Crouching down to get the right angle for you, Sukuna watched you pick a cute animal filter.
“Just do what I do.” Throwing up a peace sign, you cutely tilted your head from side to side and smiled. Sukuna tried to do the same but he looked awkward, and most of all he was blushing pretty bad.
You snapped a multitude of pictures, some at different angles and some with different filters, and in all of them Sukuna was blushing at least a little. He managed to smile more as it went on, even laughing at one of the filters.
“Thanks! I’m going to post these really quick and then we can get started!” Giving him a brief smile, you turned back to your phone and set about editing some of the pictures. Looking over your shoulder, Sukuna could see that he looked like a blushing high schooler meeting their idol for the first time and not a grown man.
Once the photos were posted and you tagged him in everything, it was time to start. Setting up your marks on the floor, you took a generous drink of water and cleared your throat.
“Are you ready for the intro? I’ll start it and introduce you, okay?” You’d actually prepared a script for yourself, and showed Sukuna as well.
“Okay.” Stepping in front of the camera, Sukuna bristled at feeling you so close to him. Your arm brushed his casually as you were fixing your shirt, and Sukuna was glad he’d worn his most expensive cologne for this.
“Hi everyone, welcome to today's video! As you know, I’m (Y/N), and today we have a special guest today!” Throwing your arms in the air, you motioned to Sukuna.
“Hi.” He nodded, barely cracking a smile. He could feel you looking at him like you wanted to say something, but he didn’t look.
“So, many people have been asking for us to do a collaboration and it’s finally here!” Clapping your hands lightly, you rocked on your heels and nudged his shoulder with yours. “Do you want to tell them what we’ll be doing today?”
“Uh-” The playful nudge you’d given him was enough to make Sukuna short circuit. “I-I-” He suddenly couldn’t remember how to speak. “Rice?”
“Let’s try that again.” You laughed. “Do you want to tell them what we’ll be doing today?” This time, you didn’t nudge him with your shoulder.
“We’re gonna…” the words were on the tip of his tongue, they wanted to come out and be spoken but he couldn’t do it.
“It’s okay, it’s okay!” Nodding reassuringly, you took a deep breath in and out, and Sukuna shakily copied. “One more try?” When he looked at you, Sukuna expected to see a hint of annoyance in your face, but there was none. You were just smiling softly at him, waiting for his answer.
“Yeah. I’ll uh, I’ll get it next time.” Stepping away from the camera, Sukuna took a drink of water and cleared his throat. Cracking the bones in his neck, he took a deep breath and came back. “Let’s do it.” No more fucking embarrassments.
“Do you want to tell them what we’ll be doing today?” You asked for the third time, slightly swaying your body side to side this time.
“We’re gonna make katsudon today.” Finally, the words he wanted to say came out.
“That’s right! As you can see, Sukuna is really fit!” You immediately hopped in, giving his arm a brief squeeze. “And he knows how to make a ton of healthy meals!”
“Mhmm.”
“So I asked if he could help teach me, and all of you at home, how to make it!” Smiling at the camera, you waited a few seconds before relaxing and turning it off. “Did you like that? We can refilm it if you want.”
“No, it’s okay.” Running a hand through his hair, he pointed to the bag of rice he’d brought. “Let’s get started on this shit.”
Taking fifteen minutes to film the two of you filling up the rice cooker, when it was over, you set about getting aesthetic shots of the other ingredients. Sukuna tried to seem casual off to the side on his phone, but he was really watching you.
Getting started on chopping the ingredients, Sukuna somehow managed to say the things he was supposed to without stuttering too badly. He was amazed that you could make the things he was doing sound so interesting, your narration as you held the camera and tried to do things yourself was impressive to the man that barely knew anything about cameras.
“Sukuna, I need help cutting the meat.” You whined, tapping the meat on the cutting board with a knife. “I don’t remember how you showed me.”
“Here.” Without thinking, Sukuan grabbed your hand with the knife in it and moved it for you. “You just have to move your wrist more, it’s not that hard.” Doing it a few times, when Sukuna felt your chest expand with air against his, that’s when he realized how close the two of you were. “S-sorry.” Immediately jumping back, he stared at the floor.
“Thanks!” Giving him a smile, you kept at it.
“I’ll fry the meat.” Stepping in as soon as you were done, Sukuna already had the hot oil ready. He was eager to cook and do something with his hands instead of - what he felt like - was awkwardly watching you off to the side.
“Okay!” Grabbing the camera, you focused on the pan. “You’re really good at this, Sukuna!”
“T-thanks.” Staring directly at the pan, Sukuna didn’t look away. Even with the hot oil popping up from the pan a few times and burning his fingers, he didn’t flinch at all.
“Ow!” But you did. Your hand had gotten too close, and when Sukuna flipped the meat, some of the oil had gotten on your hand.
“Shit.” Abandoning the pan, Sukuna was ready to drag you over to the sink for some cool water.
“I-it’s okay, it was only a little.” Shaking your stinging hand, you point to the food. “But I think the meat might burn.”
“Shit!”
Narrowly avoiding disaster with the meat, when it came time to cook the eggs, you made a joke about how you liked your eggs in the morning and Sukuna burnt them almost immediately. While not an overtly sexual comment, the implications of the words still affected him.
Somehow, he managed to make the dish come together and while his plated dish didn’t come out the best, yours looked at least halfway decent with overcooked meat and burnt eggs. The only things not messed up were the rice and vegetables, and even then Sukuna was surprised.
“We did it everyone, we made katsudon!” Holding up the bowls, you smiled big and nudged Sukunas shoulder again. “You saw we had a few mishaps along the way, but that’s okay, that’s what made it fun.”
“Yeah, it was fun.” Sukuna chuckled. Despite him being more nervous than he’d ever thought possible, he had fun cooking alongside you.
“Sukuna, will you try mine? I made it super pretty and everything.” Holding your dish up to him, Sukuna wasn’t expecting you to do that. Now he felt bad that his looked so ugly and like a teenaged boy made it; he almost said no.
Eating yours though, somehow it tasted better than he was expecting. It must have been how you prepared it, and the fact that you cared so much about the presentation. Eating it in silence, he let you eat in peace as well for a few minutes and compliment the food to the camera.
“Alright, that’s the end of the video!” Putting your bowl down, you turned to Sukuna. “I had so much fun today, thanks for filming this with me.” Now was his chance to make everything better. Putting his bowl down and bolstering himself with confidence, Sukuna threw his arm over your shoulder and pulled you close to him.
“Thank you (Y/N), I really did enjoy today. I hope we can film again soon!” He squeezed your shoulder and smiled really big at not only you but the camera as well. He knew he was blushing, he knew that even the tip of his nose was a nice rosy shade, but he didn’t care. If people teased him for it, then so be it. But he wanted you to know how he truly felt.
“R-really? You want to?” You asked, looking up at Sukuna from your place smooshed against his body.
“Really.”
“Aww, well you heard it here first everyone! Sukuna wants to shoot another video with me!” Clapping your hands a few times, you waved at the camera. “Okay, bye everyone!”
“Bye.” Sukuna waved too, waiting a few seconds before letting you go and turning off the camera.
“Sukuna, did you really mean it? You want to film another video with me?” You were in utter disbelief. All this time, he’d just seemed very standoffish, if not a little awkward around you. You were happy to film this video with him, he had way more followers than you and it would help boost both your channels, and to hear him say that just made it even better.
“Yeah, I was serious.” Sukuna spoke around stuffing his mouth with the food he still had left. He was more hungry than he thought, the nerves doing a good job of twisting his stomach during the video. Now that it’s over, he can finally relax.
“That makes me really happy.” Eating the rest of your food as well, you leant against the counter. “This is gonna sound kind of mean, but I was really scared to film with you today. I thought you were going to be really mean.”
“Shit, you did?” He grimaced, letting out a sigh. “Sorry I had you worried.” He could already imagine the comments you would get from his fans.
“It’s okay! You’re actually way nicer in person, I was surprised!”
“That’s good.”
“And you’re really buff, you have muscles in places I didn’t even know were possible!” You laughed bashfully at that comment, and avoided looking at him when he stared at you in shock. “I couldn’t help but notice…”
Were you checking him out? Had you been checking him out this whole time and he didn’t even realize? He had seen you eyeing him up when you first met, but were you looking at him like that at other times as well? Now he’d really have to watch your video to see if it was true.
“Thanks, it’s my job.” Could he have said that any lamer? “My job outside of all this, I mean. I’m a trainer at this fancy gym downtown.”
“Oh, I’ve seen some of your videos at your gym! I know which one you’re talking about.”
“You do? You’ve seen my videos?” If he wasn’t surprised before, he was now.
“Yeah, you know I had to do a little research beforehand.” You nodded, beginning to clean up the dishes around you. “And I know you’ve already watched almost all of my videos, so it only seemed fair.”
Did you have to bring that up? Now Sukuna was embarrassed again.
“Y-yeah, I did.” Clearing his throat, Sukuna helped gather the dishes. He took up washing them, another task he could do to get his mind off you. As you took down the camera equipment, he nearly broke several dishes and utensils from scrubbing too hard.
“I’ll call you an Uber.” He said when all was said and done and you were back at the front of the building.
“You don’t have to, it’s okay.”
“No, I want to.” Quickly calling you a ride, Sukuna fiddled with his phone a little more. “Uh, could I- could I-” His voice kept leaving him, and he had to cough a few times. “Can I get your number? I really liked your camera shit and I want to improve mine.” Okay, it wasn’t a total lie. He did like your setup and wanted to make his just as good, but he really wanted your number to potentially talk to you more about things outside of Youtube.
“Sure! Go ahead and type it in.” You were quick to give him your phone, a cute pink phone case on the back of it. Typing it in, he can’t help but notice the little devil emoji you add by his name. He wants to ask, but your ride is already pulling up.
“Bye!” Setting all your camera gear inside the car, you turn and wave goodbye.
“See ya.” Just as you’re about to close the car door, Sukuna gets a burst of confidence. “Text me when you get home, okay?”
“Okay!” And off you go. Sukuna watches the car drive off until he can’t see it anymore. He takes his time getting to his own place, eagerly awaiting your message with every step. But even when you do message him, all he can do is send a thumbs up back and nothing else.
It’s about two and a half days after that that you text him again, letting him know you’re done editing and that you’re going to post the video soon. It wasn’t a very long video to begin with, so the editing was simple enough. Sukuna replied with what appeared to be a lackluster ‘can’t wait’, but on the inside he was shaking. He’d already screenshot all the pictures the two of you took together and added them to a folder.
“Here we go.” As soon as the video went live, Sukuna watched it. He was mortified as soon as it started at the blush so evident on his cheeks, and how it stayed throughout the whole thing. He groaned at the part where he helped you cut up the meat, he almost wishes you’d cut it out. Every little detail that made him embarrassed was there, every little nuance of his actions you’d managed to capture and make it cute.
(Y/N): How do you like it??
You texted him after twenty minutes, eager to hear his thoughts.
(Sukuna): it’s good, good editing and stuff
(Y/N): yay! I’m going to read comments in a few hours, you should too! I bet people will be really shocked!
(Sukuna): yeah no doubt
Oh, he was definitely going to read the comments. Whereas you were going to wait for a fair few to come in before commenting, Sukuna frequently refreshed the page and read the new ones as they came in. You were right, a lot of people were surprised, but he also saw a lot of his fans as well.
‘Ew Sukuna really cooked for that bitch? They can’t do it themselves?’
‘Yeah, why do they have to rely on him? Useless as fuck lol’
‘Sukuna only did this to get laid, (Y/N) looks like an easy fuck’
All of those comments, and many more, made his blood boil. Usually, he wouldn’t care at all about the comments, letting them fester in his comment section and spiral out of control. But for you, it was different.
‘Fuck off and die you pieces of shit. Leave (Y/N) alone or say it to my fucking face’
Sukuna sent that message, along with a variety of other threats, to all the people that insulted you. He didn’t care that this wasn’t his channel and that you would deal with it in whatever way you wanted to. He needed to defend you against the unwanted audience he’d brought you.
Luckily, after seeing Sukunas messages, all of his fans backed off. They knew how serious he was about his threats and there were many rumors that he actually did go and beat people up who said things he didn’t like. No one wanted to be on the receiving end of his torment.
With Sukunas name attached to the video and his heavy presence in the comment section, the video easily went viral. It was easily the most viewed video on your channel, getting on the trending pages of several different platforms.
(Sukuna): hey
It’s nearly a week after the first video that Sukuna messages you, and the hype is still going strong, and your follower count grows greatly from it.
(Y/N): hi! What’s up?
(Sukuna): do you want to film a video for my channel now? We can play a game, I have a few
(Y/N): sure that sounds fun!
Oh how wrong you were. The game Sukuna chose was a scary game, a shooter game with scary zombies and a lot of possible jumpscares. He doesn’t tell you either, so on the night of filming - he insisted on it being nighttime to get the full scary effect - you were caught off guard.
“I don’t know about this.” You whined once you saw the title. The two of you were video calling alongside playing the game together, and Sukuna’s eyes flicked to your figure on the screen.
“It’ll be okay, I’ll carry you, don’t worry.” He had started filming as soon as he’d set up the game, and you were filming yourself as well for him.
“You promise it won’t be too scary?��
“If it’s too scary just close your eyes and I’ll protect you.” Smiling softly at you, he started up the game. The beginning was fine, just a quick introduction to the game, but as soon as things started to get moving, you were scared.
“Sukuna a zombie is eating me!” You screamed, frantically pushing buttons in an attempt to get it off.
“It’s okay!” He quickly got rid of it, and made sure to stay close to your character as the story progressed.
“(Y/N) stay by me, there’s about to be a whole lot of them.”
“Close your eyes there’s about to be a jump scare here.”
“Don’t worry about getting that item, I’ll grab it for you!”
Sukuna nearly forgot he was being filmed, saying sweet things to you to help encourage you and make sure you weren’t overwhelmed. There were many parts where you screamed in fright and Sukuna was there to coo at you and tell you it was okay. He made sure that your character never died, making sure to keep you close until the end of the game.
“Sukuna, that was so hard!” Squishing your cheeks in your hands, you looked at him through your phone.
“It was fun though, wasn’t it? I had fun with you.” Completely abandoning the game, he stared down at his phone with a soft smile on his face.
“Yeah, when there weren’t so many zombies.” You stuck your tongue out at him, and it made him laugh. Leaning his head into his hand, Sukuna grinned when you yawned.
“Aw, are you tired? Better go to sleep soon.” His voice dropped to a lower volume, like you were right next to him.
“I will.” You yawned again and it made Sukuna yawn as well.
“Get off the phone and go to bed, you’re making me tired too.”
“Fine.” Whining out the word, you waved sleepily. “Goodnight Sukuna, I’ll send you the video files in the morning, okay?”
“Night.” Waving back, Sukuna waited until you hung up to turn his stuff off as well.
In the morning, Sukuna was ready to edit. What usually took him a week to edit out of laziness, he took only a day to edit this video with you together. Rewatching the footage, he nearly gagged at seeing how soft his face got when he looked at you, and most of those parts were left in because he couldn’t stand to watch them and fix them.
(Sukuna): videos up
The next day, he messaged you. Once again Sukuna patrolled the comments, swiftly deleting any that said even a hint of a bad thing about you. There was less this time, what with Sukuna adding a warning at the beginning of the video threatening anyone that talked down at you.
This video, like the first, went viral. But for a much different reason. Since Sukuna was emotionally unable to deal with how sappy he was and edit those parts out, everyone got to see how soft he was for you. If the comments weren’t mean, they were screaming about how you and Sukuna must be dating now, because why else would he look at you and talk to you like that?
And much to Sukuna’s dismay, there were also fancam edits of you two together. Any clippable moment of him being sweet on you in the videos you’d made together along with the photos you’d posted on Instagram were edited together and posted on Twitter. You both were tagged in every single one, making sure Sukuna saw all the videos of you and him together. He saved all of them too, delighting in the way you looked with him with all those pretty filters.
By the end of the day, people were trying to put a ship name together for the two of you and he’s seen you repost a few fancams with cute messages of thanks as well. Seeing you receptive to the fans screaming about the two of you made him happy, even if he was still too nervous to text you about anything outside of Youtube.
As more comments came in, people on Twitter were begging him to do a vlog with you. You had quite a few on your channel, going to cafes or filming what your day or week was like. Sukuna had watched them all and was jealous of every single person that appeared alongside you.
(Y/N): hey I’m doing a live on Instagram if you want to join me! I know people really like us together lol it’ll be great for views
(Sukuna): sure
Did you want him to join now? He’d just gotten out of the shower and thrown on a pair of sweats, he wasn’t exactly decent. But he didn’t want to waste time getting ready only for you to end the live.
“Hi Sukuna!” You smiled and waved when he appeared on the screen.
“Hey.” He waved back, not caring about the angle he was holding the camera in. He saw hearts begin to fill up the screen and comments started to fly by, almost all in caps about the fact he was shirtless talking to you.
“Guys, don’t be weird! Who cares that Sukuna is shirtless?” You tried to stop them, but it was clear you were flustered as well. You weren’t looking at him, peeking at him through the screen a few times.
“God you’re all thirsty as fuck.” Sukuna finally looked at himself on the screen. He was shirtless and in bed, hair slightly damp and tousled on his pillow. Reading a few comments, he shot up. “Of course I’m wearing pants, you nasty fuck!” Storming out of bed, he stood in front of the only mirror in his house that wasn’t in the bathroom and turned the camera around. “See, look!”
“Oh.” Gasping softly, you were glad Sukuna didn’t notice you screenshot the live. Clad in only gray sweatpants, Sukuna’s freshly cleaned skin gleamed in the light of his bedroom and every single muscle and edge of his body was on display.
“There, told you I wasn’t fucking naked.” Rolling his eyes, he flopped back down on the bed. None of the comments had gotten any better, all of them talking about how hot he was and how you were so lucky to know him in real life.
“L-let's talk about something else.” You stammered, not showing your face on camera for a few minutes. Sukuna laughed at the comments teasing you for being embarrassed, agreeing with some of them under his breath.
“So, what the fuck are you all doing here?” Sukuna posed the question at the chat, but at you as well.
“Well before you came everyone was talking about you...and you know how everyone has been begging for us to vlog?” You started off slowly, peeking an eye at his face.
“Yeah?”
“I wanted to call you to ask how you felt about that?” How he felt? Why did you want to know?
“You couldn’t have texted me that?” That wasn’t necessarily what he wanted to say, but it made you chuckle, so it was okay.
“No! I wanted to ask so everyone could know!”
“I don’t mind it.” If you wanted to vlog with him, he would do it in a heartbeat.
“So…” Worrying your lip, you looked off camera for a few seconds before looking directly at Sukuna. “Would you like to be in a vlog with me, at a cafe? It’s outside the city, kind of far, but we can rent a car or-”
“Yes.” Sukuna interrupted, nodding his head quickly. “I’ll come. We don’t have to rent a car, I’ll drive.”
“Really?” The comments were just as shocked as you were. Sukuna never filmed anywhere but his home and the gym, this would be a monumental occasion.
“Did you want me to say no?”
“No!” You screamed immediately, nearly dropping your phone. “I just- I wasn’t expecting you to say yes!”
“Well I did.” Sukuna bit his lip, running a hand through his hair and flexing his arm. “So I guess it’s a date, huh?” His normal asshole confidence was back now that you were appearing through a screen and not right next to him. A surprised sound came from the back of your throat, and you nearly dropped the phone again.
“Y-yeah! A date!” It felt good to have you flustered for once and not Sukuna. Laughing heartily at you, Sukuna smirked at the comments.
“Was that all you wanted to ask me or was there something more?”
“No, that was it!”
“Alright.” Licking his lip and letting his tongue hang out of his mouth a little, Sukuna watched you bite your lip as well. “Well I’m gonna go, I got stuff to do, but I’ll text you later (Y/N).” Dropping his voice as he said goodbye, Sukuna left the livestream.
“Holy fuck.” As soon as his phone was off, Sukuna let out a breath he’d been holding in. His heart was pounding hard despite how confident he was in his actions. Flirting was nothing new to him, but with you it felt different and like he’d never done it before in his life.
He watched the rest of your livestream while he finished getting ready for bed, laughing at the comments still teasing you about getting flustered with him. The notifications for Twitter were going off as well, and he knew for sure that there were new fancams for him to check out later.
(Y/N): Sukuna!! You’re so embarrassing!
Texting him after your stream, your cheeks were still burning at the memory.
(Sukuna): hey, you said it would be good for views and it was
(Y/N): I know…
(Y/N): did you really mean it, about coming with me?
(Sukuna): of course. If I didn’t want to I would have said no
(Y/N): that’s good lol!
There was a lull in conversation, and Sukuna nearly fell asleep waiting for you to either text him again or for him to figure out what to say next.
(Y/N): so, a date huh? Are you going to bring me flowers?
Now he was awake. He didn’t expect you to bring that up again, and his eyes flew open. Sukuna’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, mind going blank on what to say.
(Y/N): lol just kidding! I know you only said that for the stream! I’ll text you later about the details, I’m about to knock out
(Y/N): goodnight :)
Well shit. Now he definitely wanted it to be a date.
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12.1
Genre: Drama, Fluff
Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Toxic Relationship, Mentions of Manipulation, Mentions of Drug Use, Mentions of Alcohol Consumption
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BOKUTO’S PRESS CONFERENCE| STRAIGHT OUT OF A K-DRAMA
BOKUTO’S PRESS CONFERENCE
The stadium felt suffocating. Filled with flashing cameras and nosy reporters. Bokuto could only glare, as he watched every media outlet fill out the seats management set up. A pat on his shoulder turned Bokuto’s attention to Akaashi, who reached out to straighten his tie. “You nervous?” Akaashi mumbled, straightening out the sleeves and wiping away imaginary dust. Bokuto could only shrug, as he focused on the crowd behind his best friend. “I should be, but I think fixing things with Y/N outweighs my nerves.” he snickered, wiping a hand through his hair. “The last few days without her have been absolute hell Kaashi.” Bokuto whispered, pulling his phone out to check his messages. “I don’t want to do anything but set the record straight.” He finished, patting his friends shoulder, before making his way behind the podium ready to finally tell his story.
Bokuto cleared his throat into the microphone, effectively silencing the mumbles and camera shuttering. Waving his hand stiffly, Bokuto opened his mouth ready to speak, only for the words to halt in the back of his throat. Shaking his head, he made to start again, when a reporter decided to shoot his shot. “Bokuto-san! Why are you holding a press conference when all the evidence is stacking up against you?!” The reporter enquired, sticking the microphone closer to the podium. At the mans question, Bokuto released a scoff, pushing the microphone back into the reporters hands. “Who the hell are you to decided whether or not that evidence is really fact?!” Bokuto hissed, grabbing the remote next to him and clicking the screen on behind him.
Facing the audience was a screenshot of text messages between Bokuto and his alleged fiancé Nanako. It showed everything it needed pertaining to Nanako’s scheme to win her ex-boyfriend back. “Funnily enough, this was only from this morning.” Bokuto snickered, clicking to the next frame. “Every single one of you, should be absolutely disgusted with the amount of lies you’ve been spreading.” Bokuto began, pressing the remote to start the collage he and his PR team had put together just for this moment. The media watched, their eyes widening in horror as each set of screenshots got progressively worse.
“You all acted like her word was law.” Bokuto stated, crossing his arms over his chest. “And it’s my job to show you, that you don’t fuck with me and mine.” he snarled, showing a picture of Nanako from before the break-up. “First and foremost, I broke up with Nanako a long time ago. We were going in different directions, and she was becoming this toxic person I didn’t want to be surrounded by.” He mumbled into the mic, his eyes focused on the podium underneath him. “She was jealous of everyone I was hanging out with. She’d go through my phone and delete contacts. She’d purposely pick fights with me, and make me out to be the bad guy...” Bokuto paused, as the memories came to the forefront of his mind. “There were a handful of times she tried to trick me into taking substances, fully aware that I could lose my job.” He hissed, clenching his fist. “She had a severely debilitating drug problem that only got worse, as she started drinking and telling me I was the reason why.” Looking out into the crowd Bokuto felt his eyes harden, as he watched the mix of emotions on the reporters faces. “Nanako is a fraud. A jealous has been that only does things for the sake of her fame. She never cared about me or our relationship, so no! I wasn’t engaged to her at any point, let alone the last few months.” He snarled, slamming his fists on the podium.
Clicking the remote, Bokuto was met with one of his favorite pictures yet. It was a picture from the day at the amusement park. Y/N and Kenma were on the teacup ride, and Suna had captured the look of pure adoration on Bokuto’s face as he watched Y/N raise her hands in laughter. “This woman, just may well be the love of my fucking life.” he sighed, reaching out to stroke the picture lovingly. “She’s...She’s so fucking strong and so fucking amazing.” “She’s hardworking, and big-hearted...god I could spend hours talking about her.” Bokuto cooed, his eyes softening the longer he stared. “But for some fucking reason, the lot of you thought you’d do something by shoving your fucking nose where it doesn’t belong!” he screamed, throwing the podium off the stage. “It is absolutely disgusting to me, that you would bombard her socials, her workplace, even her fucking apartment...to call her names! To slander her and accuse her of things she’d never even do!” Bokuto snarled, pacing the length of the stage. “You should be fucking ashamed of yourselves! Especially if you’re fans of the team!” He screamed, completely consumed by anger. “What we do in our free time, is none of your fucking business!” “And it’s not a crime, if I find someone I want to spend my free time with!” Bokuto hissed, waving his hand to the screen behind him. A collage of pictures he had taken of Y/N were up, mixed with a few pictures her friends had through out the years. “Look at her!” Bokuto snarled, his body shaking. “She’s an absolute angel. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me...and all of you!” You whispered, his head dropping as he felt the tears prick his eyelids. “All of you are ruining that! For what?!” He questioned. Looking out into the crowd of now guilty faces. “Money? Fame?” He snarled, throwing wads of cash at their feet. “Take all the fucking money you want, just leave me and my fucking woman alone.” Bokuto snarled, exiting the stage and moving toward the exit. He hadn’t seen Y/N in days and she’s all he really needed right now.
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I was trying to keep up with people's comments and additions on my copyright post but I literally can't anymore bc there's just too many (i read the tags people add, too, bc I just like to). I was really scared of getting some hate or of being ridiculously wrong but it seems that the general consensus (including from actual lawyers) is that I'm mostly correct. Ultimately the bottom line is that charging people for fanworks is going to leave you vulnerable to lawsuits being filed against you.
So, yeah. I wasn't really that invested in this whole thing, to be honest; my original intent was just to share some info bc I know a lot of people (like myself, most of the time) aren't going to bother to read the TOS or won't read it closely, and I also know that when you don't read the TOS, you never quite know what you're agreeing to when you click "I Accept" so - but, after looking further into it and actually looking at tumblr's manipulative language, it's fair to say I've gone from being ambivalent/slightly amused to being really worried and also disappointed bc honestly, the fuck, tumblr?
My takeaway, right now, is that tumblr is just desperate to monetize in some way so that it can profit from those of us who are left after the 2018 mass exodus and on the one hand, I get it bc it's not free to run a large website, but on the other hand, they could just ask for donations?? I know that I, personally, would happily donate $5 or something if it meant that 1 - tumblr would stop trying to monetize things here and 2 - if it meant money for tumblr to stay online as well as fix some of the issues like the search feature, the porn bot problem, etc.
Tumblr is my "safe space," in that it's the only social media I really use because it's not instagram or facebook or twitter, etc. I like being anonymous. I like connecting with people who are actually interested in what I'm interested in, instead of just scrolling mindlessly through pics of people's pets, kids, and vacations. I have found a voice here, and a community, and an outlet for my Feels. Tumblr functions very well as a fandom space; there's nothing else like it (which is why we're all still here even though on the best days this site is, like, barely held together with a few paperclips and some duct tape).
And to see tumblr actively being misleading with intents to take advantage of its user base so they can try to make a fast buck (it's not going to work anyway!) while also making sure they can toss the users under the bus, when push comes to shove ... is so disheartening.
And also worrisome. If this site tanks, where else are we gonna go? I tried out all the other options, like Dreamwidth, during the porn ban exodus/debacle in 2018. Do not like, at all.
So, yeah, I'd happily donate $5 to help prevent that from happening and I think most people feel the same. We all donate (or spread the word if we can't donate) toward AO3 bc it's so important to us as a haven for fanworks. Why can't tumblr work the same way?
Smh. I hope that this post+ thing just goes away. I hope that my post, and others like it, reach the people they need to reach in order to make a difference in whether or not they proceed with their scammy cash grab. I hope they add a tip jar function or have a fundraising campaign. Or, barring any of that, I hope that we're able to figure out, as a community, alternative options for fandom once tumblr inevitably goes down the toilet.
#i wasn't intending this post to be long or to be weirdly sentimental#but i mean#this is our emotional support cringe blue hellsite#seeing tptb pull something like this is just - well like i said i am no longer ambivalent or amused#just disheartened and kinda angry#shit sucks#random not fandom#post plus#tumblr post plus#anti post+
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chapter iv
pairing: bakugou katsuki x fem!reader
summary: the internet is enamored with the idea of y/n l/n and bakugou katsuki, two renowned pro heroes, dating. the first issue? the pair rarely interacts. the second issue? apparently, they hate each other, not that anyone knows about that bit. of course, after one night of many mistakes, the whole world knows.
warnings: mentions of blood. violence. injuries. cursing.
word count: 2k
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THIS HAS TO BE A DREAM. Y/N really doesn’t want to be dealing with this right now, this is literally the last thing she wants to be dealing with right now. She has half the mind to just disappear into the shadows using Telen’s quirk, seeing as she hadn’t returned it yet.
‘Returned’ probably isn’t the best way to put it, after all he can still use his quirk but… she’s never really had a different way to explain it. But, Y/N is capable of using his quirk until she’s returned it to him, meaning his pain is hers and so is his quirk for the time being. Not that it matters right now, because she’s currently staring down Bakugou, who looks just as shocked as she does.
“What are you doing here?” She finally asks, scowling.
In response, Bakugou is rolling his eyes, allowing the door to shut behind him. “You don’t own this café,” he grumbles out.
That was actually incorrect, Y/N had bought the set of buildings on this street to make sure that the café wouldn’t go out of business, she was sentimental in that manner Meaning she technically had authorization to kick him out, something Bakugou seems to catch onto as his eyes narrow at her, “of course you do.”
Y/N scoffs, looking away from him, “only legally. I have too much respect for Rosalyn to tell her what to do with her business.” She waves him off, “they’re getting something from the back, you’ll have to wait.” Y/N finds that she’s wishing she had a little bit less respect for Rosalyn, because maybe then she would have the guts to kick Bakugou out.
Bakugou says nothing, simply eyeing Y/N as he moves to grab a bag of chips from the stand, awkwardly standing by the cash register he waited for them to return. Of course, Y/N had a feeling they wouldn’t be returning anytime soon at this point. She wouldn’t be shocked if Lily had done something to make this happen, all to torture Y/N.
Although Lorelai might consider this the perfect time to apologize, Y/N finds it her personal hell. And she’s fairly sure Bakugou has the same sentiments as she begins to tap her foot rhythmically against the floor. The space is silent aside from that, and Y/N almost wishes a stranger would come in and end her misery.
A sudden pain courses through her, and Y/N’s brows furrow as her mouth gapes open slightly, hand coming to her stomach, though her thoughts are interrupted as Bakugou snaps, “could you quit tapping your damn foot?”
And Y/N does stop, but not because he asked, instead to say, “you can always leave.” There’s a sarcastic smile on her face as she glances at him, preparing to continue tapping her foot despite the throbbing that had appeared in her leg as well.
If Y/N had to guess, something had happened to Telen. But that wasn’t necessarily out of the ordinary in hero work, and given how high profile Hawks’ agency was, they had a healer on call. She had no doubt that whatever injury he’d somehow sustained, he would be fine. And yet, Y/N can’t help the frown that washes over her, a certain fear and anxiety that definitely doesn’t belong to her suddenly drowning her senses.
Y/N is about to make a phone call when she hears Bakugou, “you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
She’s about to make some sort of witty comment in response, only to see that he’s looking outside, where the presence of paparazzi has become apparent. Though they hadn’t started their mobs yet, any trained Pro Hero was well aware when they were being followed. Despite attempts to hide, Y/N could easily see that there were several people hidden throughout the area, trying to catch pictures of the famed Y/N L/N and Bakugou Katsuki together.
They were probably hoping the pair would start arguing, maybe even get into a physical fight knowing Bakugou. Though, if that did happen, Y/N was fairly sure Lorelai would have her head.
That and the fact that the shippers on Twitter were going to love this. But Y/N certainly wasn’t, scoffing as she came to a stand, “did they follow you here?” Her tone is accusatory, she knows that. But if Y/N is honest, she has no shame being upfront about her emotions with Bakugou, not anymore.
He glares at her once more in response, placing his order down more roughly than necessary, “obviously not. If anything it was you they followed here.”
Y/N comes to a stand, inhaling deeply as she reminds herself that she and Bakugou are currently the stars of the show that is the media. Everyone who's anyone, and anybody that’s a nobody wants to bear witness to their interactions if it means advancing their career. And Y/N has no intent of further damaging her reputation, or giving the media the easy way out.
Though she wouldn’t mind putting an additional dent in Bakugou’s already horrid reputation, there were bigger things than that. And at the end of the day, they were stuck together for the time being, until things died down that is.
So, Y/N finds herself heading over to the counter with her items in hand– discarding them behind the register to make sure that Lily would hold onto them for her— before looking to Bakugou, “we need to leave, now.”
Bakugou is frowning, eyes falling on his order, but he simply nods as he returns his gaze to Y/N, “and how do you suppose we do that?”
While she’s grateful he elected not to argue— probably because he’s well-aware of his own dwindling reputation and wants to salvage whatever he can, like the selfish bastard he is— Y/N finds herself narrowing her eyes at him, simply turning around and gesturing for him to follow her, “come with me.”
“What, we can’t just go out the front door?”
She’s not shocked by his proposition, though Y/N is also aware that Bakugou isn’t a fool. He may be impulsive at times, and extremely confrontational to a fault, but he was not an idiot. Even if he seemed to be just some annoying brute.
Y/N glances back at Bakugou, looking to him incredulously, “the moment we step outside, we will be bombarded with questions.” A bitter laugh escapes her, “and we both know how you’ll probably respond to that.”
“Oh so this is my fault?” He asks, taking a few steps closer.
Bringing a hand to her temple, Y/N looks up to him, “we don’t have time for this.” Comes her response, “either you come with me, or I leave without you.”
With that, Y/N turns on her heel, hand shoved into her pocket as she pulls out a set of keys and begins to flip through them in search of the right one. She can feel Bakugou’s eyes on her as she finally finds the right key, the one that leads to the hallway behind the second staff door. Most people don't have access because if you take a wrong turn you’ll end up in the studio apartment of the owners. But, if you continue down the hallway, there’s an exit into the alleyway that Y/N intended to take.
Finally, she pushes the door open. Y/N doesn’t bother to look back as she steps inside the hallway, dimly lit, in fact some of the lights are even flickering. But she can see the bright red ‘EXIT’ sign not too far away.
Y/N doesn’t hear the door click shut, and with a sigh she turns back to see Bakugou had planted his foot in the door, kicking it open while his hands remained shoved into his pockets. Wordlessly, he stepped inside, and Y/N simply returned her gaze to the exit.
Until another spike of pain coursed through her. Her steps falter, though Y/N manages to catch herself on the wall, hand planted firmly there as she inhales deeply.
To be fair, the average person would’ve passed out from the pain by now, and Y/N didn’t have her hero suit to help cushion the blows of pain nor was she necessarily prepared for sudden pain— she wasn’t in battle. Though her pain tolerance is high enough that it's manageable.
Bakugou seems to notice, no— he definitely notices. Looking to her pensively as he pauses behind her, Y/N doesn’t want to meet his eyes as she huffs, pushing off the wall. “Let’s go.”
He says nothing, and Y/N is grateful as they continue down the hall.
It’s a short walk to the actual exit, but Y/N’s head is pounding so she doesn’t really notice anything out of the ordinary until Bakugou’s arm comes to stop her. She bumps into it, frowning as she looks up to him ready to speak in protest, to yell at him for touching her— though there's no skin to skin contact so she doesn’t really have much to worry about yet.
Until she realizes blood is coming from under the door. Evidently, she had a lot to worry about.
Y/N looks up to Bakugou, offering him a nod that he returns. A silent communication between the pair which brings Bakugou to press his separate hand against the door, brows drawing together before he rapidly pushes the door open and the pair steps out into the alley.
And there lies the body of Pro Hero Telen. Y/N recognizes him instantly, and it makes sense given how badly her body is throbbing with pain.
Her mouth gapes open, but Y/N is no fool as her back meets Bakugou’s, each of them surveying the area for the hero’s attacker.
But there’s no one to be found.
Y/N looks back to Bakugou, who simply nods, prompting Y/N to drop to her knees despite the blood that begins to seep through her clothes. Eyes falling on Telen as a hand comes to his chest. Nobody has ever died while Y/N was using their power, and if Y/N had to guess, Telen was still alive. There was no need for her to check for a pulse, simple as that.
“He’s alive. Call for backup.”
When Bakugou doesn’t reply, Y/N turns, and she can see the explosions sparking in his palms but there are no enemies nearby. But Y/N recognizes the look on his face, the frustration, the anger. But he’s not angry with anyone other than himself right now.
“Bakugou.” She repeats, an attempt to pull him out of his thoughts. They don’t have time to be distracted right now. While the attacker clearly isn’t around right now, there was a possibility he’d return. Not that Y/N was too worried, if they had any sense of bloodlust, she’d notice them.
He inhales sharply, simply nodding stiffly once more before pulling out his phone. But all Bakugou can think about is the fact that the Stain Copycat was here, and they’d targeted a member of Hawks’ Agency. The Number 2 Hero. Which meant whoever it was, they were getting bolder, and even worse, two of the best upcoming Pro Heroes were just next door and they hadn’t even noticed.
Even if the new Hero Killer had failed to finish the job, it didn’t matter. This would be a sign to all. A bad one. A message even. It felt as though this copycat was mocking him with every move.
The only thing that Y/N can think about, is how dark this alley is, how easy it should’ve been for Telen to escape from his attacker. Which can only mean one of two things, the perpetrator had done something to prevent Telen from escaping into the shadows. Or, it was someone he trusted enough that he hadn’t felt the need to. Not until it was too late, that is.
This was a problem. A big problem.
note: short but eventful chapter? and look at me go, updating on an actual schedule thats a first!
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high fidelity — kuroo tetsurou
3.9k words | genre: fluff | warning/s: terrible writers block writing, ooc kuroo cause i suck | pairing: kuroo x gn!reader
↪︎ in which being the only two employees at a small record store meant that you and kuroo worked together almost every day. and not a single day has passed that you didn’t find your coworker absolutely insufferable. you think he’s annoying, and he thinks you’re cute. in reality, kuroo just sucks at flirting.
a/n: is the plot a bit of a mess? lowkey yeah, but ykw that’s okay cause i needed something stupid to write. this was also a bit self-indulgent cause homegirl just got employed at a record store (yay)
fucking tired—is what you would tell kuroo in the means of his grand intervention to mess with his favorite coworker of all time. granted, you were his only coworker in the infamously meager record store down some random alleyway in downtown tokyo.
those six words were how you would describe how you felt at that very moment. busy with doing what you were employed on doing rather than sitting around and snacking on some trail mix. one would assume that working at a rather small establishment meant little to no work, especially in hours where it was slow with no customers roaming up and down the aisles, but god were you wrong. you were the only one on the shift actually busting your ass off on the floor and at the register while all kuroo does is change the music playing on the store’s overhead speakers and hangs out.
sure, he does do his fair share of work here and there. occasionally he would even take over most of the manual labor of carrying all the new shipments of heavy vinyl records for the sake of courtesy, but at the end of the day, it was always you who would have to restock the displays every time.
so much for being a gentleman.
your feet hurt, your legs ached, your arms were sore. you were just glad that kuroo finally decided to get his ass up and actually walk around for once. he probably wasn’t planning on doing any work, simply just meandering through the aisles of vinyl just to see what to buy next with his 20% off employee discount. you honestly couldn’t care less. what you did care about was that the stool behind the cash register (aka the only place to sit inside the entire building) was finally free.
you settled yourself behind the counter, a sigh escaping your lips as your chin rested atop the palm of your hand.
you finally had a chance to rest. yet despite taking this rare opportunity, you couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit bored now that the store was practically deserted. then again, what did you expect from working at a small business? not to mention, it’s the twenty-first century and all forms of media was digitized and easily accessible by a single internet search. there were, however, a few old souls out there, still in love with the idea of having a physical copy of their favorite artist’s work.
you were easily one of those people.
there was something so endearing listening to strangers talk about their love for music—it’s why you started working here at TRAX in the first place as a sorry excuse to surround yourself with the physical embodiments of the best invention mankind has ever made. hell, you still had the old walkman that your father gave to you. it was from the 90s with its gray plastic chipping at the corners and scratched-off lettering. you even had his old cassette tapes always in your bag whenever you go out.
regardless, the quietness of the store wasn’t at all bad at times. if anything, you were fortunate that kuroo wasn’t annoying the shit out of you like he normally does—poking at your cheeks and teasing you to no end. in fact, it was a nice break from the overstimulation of the occasional busy hours that come out of the blue. from old men mansplaining how record players work to annoying middle schoolers trying to blast their terrible soundcloud songs on the store’s bluetooth speakers. perhaps the slow hours were a godsend.
it was absolute hell trying to chase those annoying thirteen-year-olds out of the store with the help of kuroo. causing a ruckus or not, the situation was a bit funny at the end. it was one of those rare moments you and kuroo shared a genuine laugh together.
a sigh escapes your lips then as you take out your walkman, plugging in the old headphones that came with it. the black, plastic ones with thin muffs whose wires tangle no matter how much you try not to. you place them over your ears.
today’s mood was classic 80s rock, something along the lines of queen, guns n’ roses, and journey beating into your ears as you let your eyelids rest for a few seconds.
however, your means to relax was immediately shut down when a hand snatches your headphones off of your ears.
“ouch,” you groan as the plastic of the headset scratched at your temple. you look over your shoulder at your coworker with confusion plastered all over your face. “what was that for?”
kuroo blinks with a sly smile on his face, “those things still exist?”
you flick him a look, “what do you want?”
“you don’t get paid to sleep on the job, you know.” kuroo gives you a pointed look as he hands you back your headphones.
you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. the audacity. “i get paid by the hour and the store is literally empty right now,” you defend as you click your walkman on pause, “besides, aren’t you the one slacking all the time?”
“only when the boss isn’t around,” he hums.
“the boss is never around,” you huff.
“speaking of an empty store,” kuroo starts once again, watching you wrap the thin headphone wires around the body of your walkman. “d’you got any spare change?”
your eyes peer at him slightly, “what for?”
“to get a drink from the vending machines down the street, obviously.” replied kuroo.
yet another sigh left your lips, licking at its dryness as you reached into your pocket to reveal a few fifty-yen coins. it wasn’t much, but it wasn’t like anything from the vending machines in the city was that expensive. just anything to get him off your back again for peace of mind. “get me a one too while you’re at it,” you mutter, tossing the coins into his palm.
“why don’t you just come with me?” he asks, curious.
you shake your head, “i can’t leave the store unattended.”
kuroo clicks his tongue, feigning himself from rolling his eyes and just tugging you along with him. “come on, it’s not like there are any customers.” he gestures onto the barren floor as if its emptiness wasn’t already obvious enough.
“do i have to?” you groan. you just got comfortable and you weren’t exactly in the mood to walk all the way down the street either.
“yes,” he said sternly, hoping that it was enough to sway you, but surprise surprise! it didn’t. his unsuccessful (and oddly pitiful) attempt at convincing you to come with him caused the corners of kuroo’s lips to dip into a slight pout.
no matter how annoying your coworker was, thinking he wasn’t at all cute or the least bit attractive was a lie. when you look at kuroo, you’re not entirely sure what it was about him that made your heart skip a few beats despite your brain thinking the opposite. was it his sleek obsidian hair that was always styled perfectly? perhaps it was his eyes that were so pretty that if you looked at him for longer than a few seconds, you would be entranced? or maybe it was his witty charm that despite being annoying, you still found his presence nice to be around?
whatever it was, you hated to think there was even the slightest possibility that you liked kuroo more than you would like to admit. and the worst part of it all? perhaps you did like him more than a friend.
and that was the biggest problem.
how annoying, you think.
“pretty please,” he begged, his warm hands suddenly finding yours in the midst of your internalized dilemma and pulling you out of your thoughts.
the action catches you off guard as you snatch your hands back from his abrupt contact. eyes wide and heart beating heavy, you gulped when you noticed how close he was to you then. the action of you pulling away from him only brought kuroo closer like some odd twist in fate.
your thoughts pondered a bit as you looked up at him, still patiently waiting for an answer as he gives you a comforting smile. perhaps kuroo stepped a bit out of line this time, and there’s no doubt he feels a bit bad about it. he was about to pull away and apologize but after your thoughts spiraled for a few seconds you gave in with a nod.
“fine,” you say, lifting yourself off the stool as kuroo steps away from you with a grin. you follow him around the counter, taking your walkman with you as you pass it.
you just hoped no one came by while you two were out. the last thing you wanted to do was get fired all because your annoyingly handsome coworker wanted to get a mid-afternoon beverage.
your shoes muffled gently against the store’s floor—tap, tap, tapping in some form of patterned unison as you and kuroo left the building.
the backroads of downtown were quiet. considerably so compared to the main streets as there was nothing but tweeting birds, whistling cicadas, and an occasional bicycler whizzing by. it was such a nice day, perhaps it wasn’t a bad idea to go out after all.
there was something incredibly calming about afternoon strolls down the street, feeling the rays of sunlight beaming down on your face as you further melted into an earth-smearing mood while you unpaused your walkman.
your headphones laid around your neck with the volume set on max this time just so kuroo could listen in. the corner of his lip quirked up a bit as you did so. it was like a nod of approval within a minuscule gesture. then again, you and kuroo always had a similar taste in music—messy and all over the place, but the classics are where you and he truly had the most in common.
the walk there was short and quiet. usually kuroo doesn’t mind being the one to strike up a conversation, but right now, it was as if he was trying to savor something at the moment that you couldn’t really pinpoint.
upon arriving at the rows of vending machines, kuroo slips in a few coins before pressing one of the buttons. he opted for a calpico, watching the can fall from behind the glass before bending down to pick it up. kuroo doesn’t even give you a look before he puts in the rest of your change, let alone ask what you wanted. the boy presses on the button right below a matcha drink—the exact one you were planning on getting.
he bends down when the drink dispenses and hands it to you on beat with the music emitting from your headphones.
“thank you,” you say, a bit dumbfounded as you opened up the can.
the slight confusion was evident on your face as kuroo couldn’t help but find your curiosity absolutely adorable. “i always see you with that drink whenever you come in for work,” he explains, chuckling as he takes a sip from his own. “assumed you liked it a lot.”
you couldn’t help but blush at his words, feeling your heartstrings suddenly tug at the thought that he knows you enough, let alone care to even remember such a minor detail. letting out a shaky breath that you hoped was drowned out by the music, you lamely attempted to hide the crimson red hues on your cheeks as you take a drink.
“i’m surprised you’d even remember something so insignificant about me,” you mutter as you two walk back to the store, yet this time your pace slowed along with his.
it seemed as if you weren’t the only one wanting to spend a little more time like this.
“i mean, it’s you.” kuroo replied, fingers nervously fiddling. “you are my favorite coworker after all.”
which wasn’t at all a lie. it was true. you were his favorite, but it was nothing more than a panicked and questionable explanation in the means of nonchalance. he couldn’t exactly expose himself out of the blue ever since you two talked about what you looked for in a partner. he recalled your words of wanting to find someone who cares about you and can remember every detail about you regardless of what it was. and much of his dismay of explaining his type to be the exact same of your own traits and characteristics, his sorry excuse of casually flirting completely flew over your head.
and if he’s coming to think of it now, all of kuroo’s sorry excuses of flirting probably went over your head. he mentally faced palmed himself. god, you probably thought he was the most irritating guy on the planet.
yet to his rapidly beating heart, you laughed, practically beaming at him. kuroo swears you could literally send him into cardiac arrest. “i’m your only coworker, idiot.” you tease before taking another sip.
he grins.
“gives me an even better reason to care then,” he hums, pulling the door to the store open just to be met with a thunderous shout.
you two were met with the owner of TRAX record store aka your boss. the short, pudgy old man with a receding hairline and a scowl on his face stood by the counter, arms crossed over each other like a disappointed parent.
“where have you two been?” he grunts, his familiar adenoidal and croaky voice ripping through your eardrums as you hurried to pause your walkman. “leaving the store unattended just to get drinks? you two are lucky i got here when i did because a customer just came by!”
your lips purse together nervously as the grip around your can tightened. kuroo notices your unease, giving you an apologetic look. he turns to face igarashi, your boss, “sorry sir, that’s my bad. i was the one who convinced (y/n) to come with me even after they said no.”
“oh really?” your boss tested. his hand came up to his chin to scratch the few strands of beard hair he even had. he scoffs, “of course it is.”
your neck swivels up towards kuroo as guilt melted into your bloodstream. knowing igarashi, he wasn’t the type to lay easy on simple mistakes. it was the only reason why you were glad he wasn’t here often in the first place knowing that he was like a ruthless hawk with eyes that followed you everywhere.
“it’s not entirely his fault, sir. i knew better but i still decided to go.” you muttered, refusing to look kuroo in the eye as he looks at you surprised.
igarashi lets out a huff as his eyes closed for a few seconds, “my therapist told me to take deep breaths whenever i feel as if i am about to lash out,” he explains before pulling himself together. he opens his eyes, tone much calmer now but the words were still like venom. “since you two were at least truthful about it, i will let it go this time, but know it won’t be the next time around. alright?”
you and kuroo nod, “yessir.”
“good. now, i want this place spotless by the time i come back.” with that your boss disappears into the back where he would be for the rest of the night–not helping at all. he stays in the backroom just to nap and to get away from his own unhappy marriage. you just hoped he stayed there until the end of your shift.
with your pulse calming, you took a sip of your matcha drink out of comfort, finishing all of its contents before throwing it into the trash bin. kuroo does the same thing, this time out of the fear of getting in trouble again as for the first time in a long time, you hear him ask you, “should we get to work then?”
you almost wanted to laugh. you were oddly giddy about working alongside him rather than vexed, nodding in response. both of you grab one of the grates of newly shipped records from behind the counter, ready to be put on display as you and kuroo worked down the same aisle.
with your walkman still on hand and your headphones wrapped around your head, you decided to play the cassette tape again just to ease the underlying awkwardness that was still in the air.
when you paused your walkman earlier, it stopped near the beginning of good old fashioned lover boy by queen. and the moment freddie mercury starts vocalizing, you could practically feel the ice around the two of you melt, heads bobbing to the beat as you two worked your way down the jazz aisle.
it went like this for the next hour. songs ranging from artist to artist, humming lightly to the beat of every drum. usually, kuroo wouldn’t last two minutes without complaining about doing work, but for once he didn’t mind knowing that you’re right next to him, mumbling the lyrics together in incoherent unison. if he knew working with you was going to be like this, he wouldn’t have been such a slacker after all. you could honestly say the same thing.
the cassette tape pulls to a stop, reaching the end of its duration as you and kuroo reach the bottom of the crate of vinyl records. as you reach inside to take out the last few albums, a gasp escapes you as your eyes fall onto one of the records. it was one that you have been dying to get for years now.
you put your walkman and headphone set down, grabbing the album.
“no way,” you grinned, capturing kuroo’s attention as he looks over at you curiously. “look, look!”
“tears for fears?” he says as a small switch flickers in his brain. “isn’t that your favorite 80s album?”
you nod, happy to think he even remembered that about you as you rush over to the cash register. you buy the album without a moment of hesitation, already freeing it from its plastic wrap as you reach kuroo again. you open the cover, beaming at its beautiful design. you couldn’t wait until you got home to listen to it.
at the end of every other row, there was a record player display that customers were able to use. taking out the delicate vinyl, you carefully placed it on the player’s mat with delicate fingers. you pick up the needle, hovering it over the edge of the record before placing it down gently.
on either side of the record player, there were hooks to hold headphones. each of which was connected to the machine as you quickly pull kuroo over. taking the headsets from the hooks, you put one of the pairs on before placing the other over kuroo’s ears, tiptoeing just to reach his height. almost immediately one of the most iconic songs of the decade stream into his ears. it was everybody wants to rule the world—one of your favorite songs.
you two stood there in silence, listening to the song’s nostalgic beats as your bodies faced each other. while you were looking over at the spinning black vinyl, kuroo eyes fell on you.
there was absolutely nothing in his wake to be able to take his admiration away as this, this beaming expression on your face had something special about it. it was as if his entire world was right in front of him, just an arms reach away.
his heart couldn’t slow for a minute as he could practically hear it over the music playing in his headphones. his breath gave way then, at the moment you turned to look back up at him with glowing eyes as if you struck gold. you consider yourself lucky being able to get your hands on such a rare vinyl, but kuroo considered himself the winner as he had you.
“do you like this song?” you asked him curiously, ignoring the way your heart started beating rapidly from the way he was looking at you with such care and admiration.
you were so close, you were literally right there. all of kuroo’s emotions that battered onto him like a cumbersome downpour can be relieved if he were to just say the words. a simple phrase, three short words, and a heavy heart beat. ready to leave his tongue and all would be done.
come on, just say it!
“I like you,” he says out of the blue, but his voice was a bit muffled due to the headphones.
your eyebrows furrow slightly, mouth suddenly running dry as your eyes widen.
did he just say what you think he just said?
you are not entirely sure what he said considering his words were partially drowned out by the music. you wanted to think that he did say the words of the impossible, but you couldn’t be so sure of yourself.
“sorry, what did you say?”
kuroo’s hands wrap around your headset, pulling them off of your ears and placing them around your neck. “i said i like you and i wanted to know if you wanted to go out sometime!” he says ratherly loudly. his headphones were still on him blasting tears for fears.
you couldn’t help but laugh, the back of your hand coming up to cover your reddening cheeks. warmth surrounded your heart, like a hug that squeezed at your chest in the most comforting way possible. you raise your hands up, cupping around the shell of his headphones as you pull them off of kuroo.
“you’re so loud,” you mutter.
as if fate decided to push you into the unknown with a strange burst of confidence within you, you got up on your tiptoes and leaned it. pressing your lips against his, soft and light, your skin ignited ablaze.
in a mere moment of serendipity just to test out the waters, you were pulled in deeper, mind blurring in satisfaction. yet it was nothing more than temporary as the sound of infamous footsteps gradually got louder and louder. panicked, you pull away quickly just seconds before igarashi emerges from the aisles, staring bullet holes into you and kuroo.
“i suppose you two are working?”
you nod, pulling your wrists out of kuroo’s grasp.
kuroo quickly answers, “we are, don’t worry.”
your boss lets out a suspicious hum as he gives you two one last look. he turns back around again, disappearing into the back.
a sigh of relief leaves you as you turn back towards the boy in front of you. he still waited for an answer, almost desperate to know as his eyes searched for an answer.
grinning, you pause the record player and kuroo watches it spin to a slow stop. “you’re an idiot,” you say with a laugh.
kuroo doesn’t seem to care at that moment, if anything he was just glad there were no one else was around. his hands wrap around yours again, “well, is that a yes or a no?”
“so that kiss wasn’t obvious enough for you?”
liking someone you found annoying was impossible, but liking your annoying coworker? now, that was a different story.
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I don’t play WoW but I used to play Overwatch and Diablo and this touches on just the general issues that are inside of Activision Blizzard right now regarding the major decline of World of Warcraft and how they’re losing to Final Fantasy XIV, how if the latest WoW expansion or Overwatch 2 flop as they’re projected to do then Blizzard’s most definitely going to pivot almost entirely to mobile games, and how the differences in age demographics are actually dividing the company into multiple camps.
It’s important to note two things: 1) this could be fake but also 2) the link came from Grummz, a former team lead on WoW and producer on Diablo II and Starcraft. It still could be fake despite this, but if he’s sharing it then I feel like there’s at least some measure of truth in this.
Transcription below in case this gets deleted and/or you don’t wanna click the link. Warning, it’s fairly long.
“I’m dropping this here after getting chewed out for three hours over shit the chewee did at work so fuck it. Assume larp and let me vent.”
>Shadowlands is a shitshow. Critical response, Player drop off and just about every engagement metric outside of cash shop have been catastrophic. No higher up expected this because of their “we are too big to fail, if we built it they will come” mentality. They refuse to accept their focus on the world being a begrudged mechanic to funnel players to raiding is not appealing to the player base at large because it appeals to them. They have spent the last 4 months trying to course correct but there is no solid direction and the response to 9.1 has only made things worse.
>Sylvanas is planned to replace the Arbiter despite so many people in the company and god knows how many online saying this would be a total replication of Kerrigans storyline in Starcraft 2 that killed none competitive interest in the brand entirely and you can only go “no, no they WILL like it eventually” for so many real world years before its time to change course. Thus far that has not happened.
>The elephant in the room is FFXIV. To the people in charge they are acting like this came out of nowhere and don’t even seem to understand why its drawing players away in their tens of thousands. We have all tried to highlight things it is doing that are clearly appealing to an mmo audience and not, in my opinion, focussing more on mobile game style retention traps to keep MAU users and habit forming personalities logging in. Its not that they don’t care. They just seem so pig headed and digging their heels in with their fingers in their ears thinking all the problems will go away because WoW is “too big to fail”, there will never be real competition and “they will keep coming back”. But they aren’t coming back anymore. Not in the numbers they used to.
>The people making the spending choices know this. The new model for WoW is market the hell out of a expansion pack for a huge quarter then use 6 month lock ins to pad numbers for the quarters after that. Even if corona had not happened 9.1 still would have been dropping after the initial 6 month subs expired to “keep the chain holding”.
>The mood in the company is tense but also very much “its just a rough transition period”. Activision has been pushing hard for Blizzard to release more regular product and to generate more income per user. As far as i know this is going to be a transition over the next 5 years to a much larger mobile/tablet gaming focus. By all accounts not just WoW but Overwatch was intended to be the moneymaker in the interim but once again someone had the bright idea to kill a game casual players loved on the alter of e-sports hoping for another Brood War. From what i hear the “told you so’s” were loud and a lot of people walked beyond Kaplan.
>The sentiment that was shared quietly in private but being spoken more often is simply that the leadership at Blizzard are not bad people, nor incompetent people but people who had to fill seats left when the old guard jumped ship wether they were suited for it or not. Brack is a genuinely good man out of his depth, Ion is a fantastic raid designer put in charge of designing a virtual world he has no interest or real ideas for and so on. They have been taking form the roles they excel at to be put in positions where they get to do far less of that purely because there is nobody left with the experience to do so and the trickle down is a lack of concrete direction, ambition and focus.
>2021 has seen the playerbase, media and gaming at large “turn” on WoW to a degree i don’t think the leads in their “positivity dojo” bubble considered possible. Its gone from people going “This is how Blizz needs to fix WoW!” to “WoW is no longer salvageable, time for greener pastures” and i think on some level this was never considered as a possibility so there have never been any major plans beyond the usual “try and minimise player drop off by arranging releases around competitors launching updates/products”. The official forums being filled with talk of FFXIV and worse “why do we actually pay a sub?” hasn’t helped.
>There have been some testing the waters lately from certain higher ups if we can remove the line “No King Rules Forever”. Read into that what you will.
>There are still arguments going on about the Kael’thas Voice actor shitshow. I don’t know much about it but i know its heated, wouldn’t be the first time a knee jerk reaction only seemed to generate bad press. We lost a noticeable amount of pvp engagement after the Swifty thing.
>The Preach interview was treated as a disaster and there was talk of more strongly vetting interviewers for “bad actors” and only engaging with a list of questions Blizzard provides. Some pointed out that could just be used to create some form of Fireside Chat akin to the FFXIV “Live letters” but that fell on deaf ears.
>The two sentiments right now among the team are either “we really need a win” or “theres a dedicated cabal of internet trolls out to kill WoW”. Right now we are crunching hard to get 9.2 ready to wrap up the jailors storyline so we can get an expansion out early 2022. If that doesn’t happen there are talks of major shakeups coming down from Activision that have been threatened for a few years now. Its an all hands on deck feeling thats been around to some degree since the “Is this an out of season April Fools Joke” Blizzcon. A make or break deadline is coming closer and things like Diablo 4 were not planned before then. Blizzard needs a significant win not just in initial profit but consumer goodwill. Nobody likes working at what the public now seems to see as “the bad guy” of the mmo industry.
>This has also made new hires decline. Not significantly but the “you WANT Blizzard on your resume” line doesn’t seem to have the appeal it used to. This has lead to more hiring via friend of a friend, to some rumblings about nepotism, and people severely lacking in experience “because they get great twitter optics”.
>On the topic of Twitter we are not being told to “disengage” from it. Multiple employees like Nervig and Holisky publicly attacking paying customers because they got too heated and couldn’t keep quiet is bad press that could have been avoided. A email reminder has gone around more than once lately stating “if you are not customer relations you should not be representing the company to customers, especially if you cannot remain professional”.
>Lastly the biggest elephant in the room is “yo’ boy” Asmongold. The newer hires cannot stand him. They have used terms like “toxic masculinity” and “dogwhistles to dangerous males” while some of the oldest crowd still remaining have called him “based” or “telling it like it is” which has lead to friction to put it mildly. People are told not to talk about him and the recent FFXIV stuff only made it all worse. The idea that an outside element can have such an effect on the product genuinely upsets people. Like Zach is engaging in some malicious act of cyberwarfare. Many of us have point out the now famous quotes by Naoki Yoshida about understanding that players will drift and we need to make something worth coming back to because they want to but some people for lack of a better word see out customers -or “consumers” as they refer to them nowadays- as some kind of antagonistic relationship where the goal is not being an entertainer putting on a show for a crowd but some kind of game hunter trying to trap a large, profitable kill. I wish i could blame Activision but this is a sentiment from more of the younger crowd than the “tech boomers”. Which personal opinion is probably why so many folks like Metzen and Morheim left.
>Before you ask, yes the topic of “wokeness” has shown up in group talks. Its not all some grand sjw conspiracy, people really do want to feel welcome and represented. However the “we need everything veto’ed by people not working on it to see if its inoffensive and bland enough” rubs some of us the wrong way. Like anything in life you can take something too far and lose sight of the core ideals and with everything gone on since Blitzchung it feels like people are forming little factions to pull people in different directions to decide “What Blizzards identity is now” and how to appeal to new players. There has been some drop offs with “go woke go broke” as the only answer in the survey when unsubbing but honestly we are losing subs in unforseen numbers anyway and still making more money than ever through cash shop “heavy users” so it honestly doesn’t make an impact.
>All in all things are rough right now. Blizzard doesn’t have the love of the customers anymore, is no longer treated as an industry giant and while D4,D2R and Immortal aren’t going to kill Diablo even if they fail the sentiment for World of Warcraft and Overwatch 2 are a lot more tense and stressful. The phrase “it might be good to brush up on your mobile development portfolio if we get another underperformer” has been doing the rounds a lot. If Shadowlands continues its stark decline and Overwatch 2 is looking to underperform like its current projections suggest i think the Blizzard of a few years from now will be imitating King a lot more than trying to learn any lessons from Square Enix’s mmo division.
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LL crew reacting to figuring out Bot! Reader used to do porn?
Rodimus
Hot, hot, hot. He’s blazing hot and now he might open up a position for personal assistant, because isn’t that a cliche from every bot’s dreams? He might have the full line of your work saved on his personal computer. In fact, he definitely does and he’s not ashamed to say it. Okay, he’s a little ashamed because you are working for him and technically he shouldn’t be thinking about you that way. Now, instead of a bureaucratic pencil-pusher, you seem like a regular mech with a regular past! It makes you more approachable to him. He has newfound respect.
Ultra Magnus
It’s really none of his business. You’re a good crew member and a much-needed asset to the ship. Your report on ways to increase team-building among reluctant coworkers almost made him cry with relief, so it’s not like he is going to fire you or judge you for this. In fact, he shouldn’t even know! That is your business! But maybe one lonely night he goes searching for it, out of curiousity, and does anyone really have to know that he did? Of course, he feels incredibly guilty. You’re a good friend, a reliable ally, and your intake can do things he’s only ever dreamed of.
Megatron
He’s used to working with mechs of all backgrounds, so it hardly fazes him to learn this about you. Every type of mech could be a Decepticon. You’re still an attractive mech and were probably very sought after in your youth, so it doesn’t surprise him that you used the chance to make some cash. He scoffs at the way Autobots are still so prudish about these things. TLDR: doesn’t care, didn’t ask, plus his meat is huge.
Ratchet
Self-servicing is perfectly healthy and a regular part of any mech’s routine. Sure, some bots are bashful about the work that others engage in, but Ratchet really can’t judge. He’s seen and done some shit, too. And if he has watched some of your previous videos just to get a feel for your flexibility, well... Fuck it, he’s jerked it to you, too.
Drift
Like Megatron, he’s not exactly fazed. He’s more... elated? Autobots can be hard for him to connect with, but you two may share more in common than he thought. He’s not as interested in your previous videos as some other mechs, but that doesn’t mean he won’t go looking for him. Debates with himself about whether that’s disrespectful of you or not. He figures if you don’t think your previous employment is a big deal, then he doesn’t either. Drift jerks it to your videos more than he would like to admit.
Whirl
Not really his cup of tea. You’re hot and all, but he’s into more freak shit. If you’ve ever fucked around with someone’s optic socket, let him know. That’s the weird shit he’s into.
Cyclonus
Doesn’t see you any differently really. Sure, he may look up your videos out of curiosity, he thought about hitting you up before he confessed to Tailgate, but that doesn’t change who you are as a friend and crew mate. Maybe you’ll be willing to still fuck around in a threesome, but he hasn’t quite gotten around to asking Tailgate if that’s something he would be interested in.
Tailgate
As far as he’s concerned, that just makes the view from the first-floor level even more lewd. When he looks up at you he sees a friend, comrade, and someone who’s legs can stretch so far behind their helm. He’s going to need a few days to get over the heat in his systems.
Rewind
He knew he recognized you from somewhere. You’ve changed your armor, though, and some of your kibble so he wasn’t sure. He even has some of the videos that were exclusive releases and were harder to find. Luckily, you still have a pretty loyal fanbase. A cult following of porn fans, if you will. And Rewind has all the recordings. He’s an archivist, it’s his job! If he shares his porn findings with his conjunx, that’s just one of the perks Chromedome gets for marrying an archivist.
Chromedome
He wasn’t going to look your work up at all. You’re an adult and while it’s totally acceptable and you don’t seem to mind, Chromedome doesn’t want to push any boundaries you might have. You probably don’t want all your crewmates knowing what your valve looks like. But then he and Rewind were fucking around, and Rewind pulled out his collection of your work, and the night just got away from him.
Rung
You’ve been open with him from the start about your history. There’s no secrets between you and Rung, because you two have become the best of friends. Rung doesn’t really go searching for it but he happens upon a gif on a social media site and it feels sort of like cheering on his best friend to get some dick. He wants the best for you, whatever will make you happy, and it’s not that he finds you unattractive! It’s just strange watching a past version of you going buck wild. He’s proud of you, though! You’ve cultivated quite the fanbase.
Swerve
He’s more into Earth content, of course. Not that he doesn’t also watch porn with bots, it’s just not his preference. But you have been so nice to him and friendly and the way your servos feel on his shoulder tires has him feeling a type of way. So he looks up your videos and one thing leads to another and he’s wiped out on his berth contemplating what has led him to a night of five overloads back to back.
Velocity
She’s not chill about it. You’re so pretty and nice and knowing there’s naughty content just a click away. She holds off as long as she can until she feels guilty enough to ask you if it would be weird if she looked up your old videos. After the go ahead, she has to admit you are a great actor. The camera loves you! So does her spike.
First Aid
He already knew who you were. Delphi was a cold, lonely, out of the way place. When he had free time, First Aid didn’t exactly spend it commiserating or doing jigsaw puzzles. He has furiously beat his meat to you and is part of your loyal fanbase. He doesn’t let on he knows, though, or is a fan. That just feels like a bit too much. Will fight anyone who talks shit about you.
Brainstorm
Will outright tell you he’s now a fan and loves your previous work. Not so pompous as to imply he wants a live demonstration, but he does lay on the praise pretty thick. You two have some friendly banter over it, and Brainstorm doesn’t mean any harm. You even sign a copy of one of your softcore posters for him. Stormy replies well to your back-and-forth, and it brings you two a little closer.
Nautica
She is looking 👀 respectfully! She’s not usually a fan of most porn videos, because they’re over-produced and fake. They just don’t give her the right feeling! But when it’s you she feels more at ease. Like you’re on screen just for her and putting on a personal show. There’s nothing respectful about the way she’s obsessed with your aft.
Perceptor
Has a pretty wild past, too, so he’s not fazed. It’s not like it affects who you are or what you do, especially not so long after you’ve done it. There’s really no use for him to go looking for your videos. If he’s interested in you, well... He can just go ask to see the real thing. 👁👁
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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 21
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TWs/SUMMARY: Wanda fluff, Loki fluff, we're getting a whole ass friendship! Dad sucks. The outfits are neat tho! Check the end for a mood board 😍
a/n: dress inspo and aesthetic visuals can be found here, here and here. (Paolo Sebastian, Firefly Path gowns and Viona Ielegems photography).
"Gi-i-irl..." Wanda drawled, seeing me arrive with Tony, both of us freshly showered and still hazy from the amazing orgasms. God only knew what she'd seen in both of our heads - if judging only by the vivid, crimson blush she spouted, it was definitely something very NSFW. Bruce already sat at the dinner table, quietly slurping his soup, his back and shoulders the most relaxed I'd ever seen. He gave me a knowing smile once he noticed my presence in my usual spot by his side.
The rest of the team appeared completely oblivious, preoccupied by their food.
"So, about the party. Got any costume ideas?" I cut straight to the chase, unwilling to wait for Wanda to start asking for details right in front of everyone.
Steve, Bucky, Pietro, Thor and Natasha all answered affirmative, the latter whacking Clint upside the head and firmly stating "no funny business". I couldn't help but wonder what kind of crazy shit the Bird had in mind and was kind of disappointed at Nat's intervention. A good chaotic moment was always worthwhile in my opinion!
The other bird, Sam, approached Bruce with caution as he wondered if the scientist was interested in doing a paired costume with him, only to be interrupted by Tony declaring, with childish glee, he had a "wicked project" that he and Bruce would be doing together. The scientist gave a resigned sigh and apologized.
Sam wasn't deterred by the slight setback; he approached Clint instead and after being given an okay from Natasha, the Birds decided to pair up. As they should, if you'd ask me.
"I have a costume but I need some accessories. Wanda, Lokes, join me on my lil' shopping trip?" I prompted, wanting everybody to be included. I was fully prepared for Loki to scoff and dismiss my invitation but the Asgardian nodded after a second of brief speechlessness. Didn't anyone invite him to birthday parties as a kid? Either way, Thor gave me a grateful smile, like a proper big brother. Both Asgardians had grown visibly closer during the past couple of months which made me hide a secretive smile behind a spoonful of soup.
It turned out, Loki hadn't exactly been introduced to the buzzing beehive that is NYC. He didn't get out much and when he needed to be somewhere, the man simply teleported to the desired destination. As convenient as it must've been, I still expressed my outrage at his lack of experience doing the usual "touristy" things that, in my opinion, every non-newyorker was obligated to do when visiting. Yes, even if said visitor had literally traveled across different galaxies.
Wanda wasn't much better in terms of city knowledge. According to her, she'd lived here for several years already but never bothered to go beyond the borders of the block surrounding the Avengers tower. The witch didn't have friends outside of her teammates (therapy. they all needed so much therapy. y'all...) so she simply saw no point in going anywhere beyond the local mall.
Which was trash. I mean, I loved Hot Topic and Forever 21 as much as any other young adult with depression and anxiety but it was literally impossible to wear clothes made out of cheap cotton and polyester all the time. I'm pretty sure I would have hives and ulcers if I attempted that.
"We're going on Sixth Avenue and that's final. No friend of mine will be wearing shit from Wal-Mart at a Stark party," I interrupted Wanda's defensive stuttering, using my other hand to summon an Uber.
"That is good advice," Loki, previously silent, added in a sweet tone. I counted on the fashionable Asgardian to be on my side and with his schmoozing skills, I didn't even have to drag Wanda inside the car by, like, her hair or whatever. The three of us barely fit into the small Toyota anyway.
A thought struck me when I had to consciously avoid stepping on Loki's leather shoes and keep away my elbow from Wanda's stomach. "Mister? I'll give you a hundred bucks cash if you turn around and drive to this address," I hurriedly rattled off my home address, delighting in the way the driver nearly did a U-turn at the mention of crispy dollar bills.
We arrived home quickly. Wanda gaped in mild disbelief at the size of my house while Loki looked about as interested as he'd ever be. His face was akin to an expression one made while smelling fresh manure. Opening the garage, I was greeted with an unpleasant surprise of my dad's outrageously painted Corvette standing neatly by my white Range Rover.
Loki looked and felt considerably less tense in the back of my car. The subtle signs of discomfort all but left his face replaced by slight wonder as I explained how to adjust the temperature and turn on the heated seats.
Dad met us at the gates. "You didn't come in to say hello," He pouted. His breath reeked like a five-day drinking binge hangover and he looked a dead man.
"We're in a hurry, dad. There's a lot to be done," I replied curtly, hoping to get rid of him fast. I hated being sober around my drunk father. My fingers twitched on the steering wheel.
"You're like your mother, always busy," Dad's laugh was coarse and bitter. "But at least you find time for Stark and his friends. That'll do your future real good," He clapped once on the hood of my car, heading back to the house with a wave of his hand, just in time to miss the disgusted shudder that ran through me.
I knew my dad well enough to understand the implications of what he meant by his words. In his world, fucking way up to the top was considered the norm. I'd rather cut off my own foot than use Tony that way.
"Sorry you had to see that. I thought he was still in Cali," I gritted my teeth, pulling out of the driveway.
"I'm sorry you had to experience that. I have no kind words regarding your father," Loki's look was sympathetic in the rearview mirror.
"Or your mother," Wanda added, messing with her seatbelt. Loki nodded tersely.
"Aight, aight," I sighed, set on improving the mood. "Let's not poop this party. We're getting some absolutely delicious beverages and wasting my money on outrageous pretty things. My treat."
Wanda's protests were drowned out by Motorhead and Loki's grumbling was overshadowed by Guns'n'Roses. Their resistance didn't stand a chance. Few blocks out, the witch was singing along to November Rain, heavily accented and terribly off-key, and the Asgardian watched New York city intently behind the protection of the tinted rear windows of my ride. He seemed mesmerized by the crowds and the variety of colorful shop fronts. This was the the one and only reason I eased off the gas pedal and drove the speed limit for once.
The atmosphere was, well, magical. Looking at my two companions, I discovered the familiar city anew with every question they asked, every remark they made. The desire to ask in turn about their homelands melted like the tension I was harbouring after the run-in with my father. Content and warm, I had my attention divided between Loki and Wanda juggling their wonder back-and-forth between themselves and the absolutely crazy NYC traffic.
So what if I parked in a no-parking zone just to get us the most delicious coffee in the city? Loki, the resident tea person, ordered himself something unpronounceable, something that made the barista twitch. Wanda got a sugary-sounding vanilla-white chocolate perversion. I just got a mocha, having had outgrown my adolescent desires to experiment with "how sweet can I make this coffee before I literally puke?" beverages.
With a laugh, I instructed them to pose in front of the nearest reflective surface to brag about our coffees on Instagram - this café deserved more recognition. My companions reluctantly obliged.
I wonder if the barista realized just who had bought the coffee - Loki was quite a media darling when it came to fangirls. Tony's PR team did a wonderful job on the Asgardian's redemption arc. The trickster only fueled the utter devotion his fangirls had for him by being extra nice and charming in every video I've seen. I guess you can't out-mindcontrol manners outta somebody, he was raised a prince after all.
It wasn't raining but the autumn chill seeped into the tiny spaces between my layers of clothing. I already managed to regret my fashionable dark academia inspired outfit at least twice, however the matching vibe all three of us had was positively dashing. Loki, wearing his usual onyx black and dark green. Wanda with a burgundy sweater dress and thigh high platformed boots - sweater dresses, out of all things, had no business looking this good on anybody. But she pulled it off.
"You said you've got a costume. Mind sharing what it is?" The witch said, curiously peeking into the windows of a nearby vintage boutique as we took our leisurely stroll with steaming paper cups keeping our fingers warm.
"A fairy dress. It was custom made for me last year and I actually didn't get to wear it. I need some jewelry to go with it," I explained, stopping to show a photo of the dress on my smartphone. "And some shoes, too. Let's hope the party will be held completely indoors, otherwise I'll freeze my ass off."
"Custom made?" Wanda squeaked, looking at the garment in wonder. Loki gave a vaguely approving nod.
"Yeah, there's a company that makes these fantasy dresses. You want one? What did you have in mind for your costume anyway?" I switched the topic quickly, seeing how Wanda withdrew into herself slightly. I heard from Peter she grew up poor, in the middle of a war and I didn't want to make her feel bad or anything. I wasn't good at these things...
"I thought maybe I could match with you," She replied, slowly taking a sip of her coffee.
"Sure. There are a couple of shops with really cute dresses that fit the aesthetic." Marchesa. We need a Marchesa store. And a Zuhair Murad - if there was one on this stretch of road. "What about you, Lokes? Anything in particular strike your fancy?" I asked our silent companion, frantically googling the information I needed.
"Black," He answered moodily.
"Boo, you whore," I rolled my eyes at his scoff. We had watched the Mean Girls recently and he got the reference, immediately raising a sarcastic eyebrow. "You know, you could do so much with this pale aristocratic look you've got going on. How about a medieval vampire?"
"Like Lestat? He's fucking hot," Wanda and I understood each other promptly. She jumped on the bandwagon immediately.
Combining my blunt honesty and her adorable fawning over a fictional bloodsucker, we managed to convince Loki into going on a hunt for brocaded, velvet suits and blouses with ruffles for his look. The trickster revolted at the mere suggestion of procuring some fake fangs, instead magically making them appear and showing them off in the middle of the crowded sidewalk, much to my and Wanda's delighted shrieking. He looked, I daresay, very attractive, like a porcelain figurine. Delicate but dangerous.
We arrived at the store that showcased beautiful, airy dresses of silk, chiffon and tulle. The lace was delicate and the seams invisible. I ushered Wanda into a dressing room with a shop attendant that was quietly but strictly instructed to not discuss the cost of the dresses and hide the price tags.
"I want it to be a gift. My friend here deserves no less than a magical experience," I explained quietly, winking at a bewildered Loki.
"Why did you do that?" He asked once Wanda was given a selection of several dresses in flattering colours and led into a separate dressing room.
"These dresses, they're special so they're a bit pricey. And knowing Wanda, she'll make a scene and refuse to let me buy them for her," I idly twirled my phone in my hands. "But every girl wants to be a princess and it's kinda sad she never got to be one. It's more than just a dress, it's more than feeling pretty, although it's a big part of it. She'll feel on top of the world."
Loki nodded. I'm certain he didn't understand it - being a man and all - and I wasn't sure I understood it completely, too. I never lacked pretty or expensive things, always got whatever I wanted whenever I wanted. But for a moment, I thought how it must've been for Wanda - seeing all these girls on TV, looking like pictures - and never having the chance to experience that. A concept that made me so sad, I was tempted to ask the customer service person for a glass of scotch. Being poor sounded depressing as hell.
Suddenly, Loki's cool, large hand landed on mine. "Thank you. I am certain Wanda will be the most beautiful lady at the ball."
I stared at him. Loki understood.
"Well, I... I don't know how finicky you are on gender labels for clothes, but there were a couple of blouses you might want to check out. They've got the neck ruffles and shit." My throat suddenly seized up and I had to clear it before speaking, steering away from the uncomfortably emotional moment. Thankfully, Loki wandered off without as much as a word.
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drunken truth pt1/mgk x reader/colson baker x reader
me and kells haven’t spoken since our break up last year, he was my first love, my rock, my world. I logged out of my social medias after that, and told my fans im taking a break. i still love him, i should hate him but i could never hate him. My thoughts were interrupted by my best friend skyler “bitch you listening to me?” “huh?” i said cluelessly “god pls tell me your not think bout him again” i look down “sky i can’t help it” she sat down beside me “i know but he lost the baddest bitch out there ok, come to this party with me. you haven’t gone out in a yr for goodness sake. its not good for you” i sign knowing i can’t get out of this “fineee” she smiles “thank youuu,btw im picking your outfit and were going to get your nails and hair done”
i get my hair done like this then i got long black midi length acrylics and did a black smoky eye with nude lip gloss
“i loveee your hair,its not that horrible washed out silver anymore” we both laugh
i wore a black tight dress with chunky boots and chains. i walk down the stair where my best friend was waiting for me.”oh my god, you look fucking amazing girl” i smile and spin for her “give me your phone” i gave her my phone a few minutes later “ there, come here for a selfie”
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reply : missed you too dom, I’ll try visit soon.
@mgkxy/n : are u and kells friends again ?🤔🤨
@themgkfan : are you and kells ok now??btw your hair looks great
i saw kells liked my post,my heart kinda stopped. it hurt, he doesn’t get to do that and act like everythings fine. i clicked on his @ then unfollowed him on all his socials. i still love him, a lot but hes moved on. i closed my phone and smiled went to the mirror to check my makeup then, grabbed my keys grabbed skylers hand and walk out to the car. in the car colsons voice came on the radio ‘nothing inside’ i smiled slighty. “we can change it if you want” skyler said reaching to turn it off. i grabbed her hand “no its fine i like this song” i smiled as i slowly sang remembering all the good times i had with colson.
i did this all for you look what i turned into
“hey we’re here” she smiled, we got out and got greeted by skylers friend isaac “hey y/n, you look great” he says as he hugs me, i smiled “thanks isaac, you look good too” i turned to Skyler “hey sky, imma get some drinks.do you want anything” “I’ll get a drink later, imma go dance” i nod heading to the kitchen poring myself 6 shots of Hennessey and chugging them down. i wanna get shitfaced. i saw a guy with weed “hey, how much for the weed” i smile taking cash out my bra “y/n?” “yuh” i said confused “its Brandon, we used to go to school togther” i smiled “Brandon, oh my god. i didn’t recognise you im so sorry” “its cool, i mean i didn’t recognise you either, look at you god what happened. don’t get me wrong you were cute in high school as well.” “well i took out my braces and puberty happpened” we both laugh “so how much for the weed” i smiled counting how much money i had “oh don’t worry just have how much you want, no need to pay me” he gave me a reassuring smile “you sure?i mean i do-”
“y/n its fine don’t worry” he gave me the bag “thank you so much brandon” he nods and smiles as i go out side to smoke, i roll it up and lit it. i put it between my lips and inhaled the smoke, i felt so much more relaxed. i finished my spliff then i put the rest in my bra. went in for more shots. i had 4 more shots then headed to the dance floor. i made eye contact with those big blue eye yet again, a shiver went down my spine. colson baker was standing just in front of me. he clearly saw me....
to be continued
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Series: Part 2 of Breaking Down For Smee @anothersworld
A companion one shot of Breaking Down- from Augusts POV
August dropped that son of a bitch off at Boston PD and headed to Emma’s. He parks his car in her empty spot, taking the elevator up to her floor. He jingles his keys, a smile on his face, and wonders what kind of shambles Emma left the place in.
He opens the door surprised. For once, it’s tidy, and he nods in approval. Emma was the sloppiest person he had ever known, eating out of the dishwasher, as dirty plates stacked up in the sink. He missed her, and he knew that this time felt different, she did.
He dropped his bag in her room and hopped in the expansive shower. He slips on his pajama bottoms and heads towards the kitchen. Tapping his lips, “Now where do you have the snacks Duckling” he asks as he rifled through her cabinets.
Bingo. Chips Ahoy, Doritos, Swedish fish, Kit Kats, gummies. All the good snacks. He even eyes her beloved Belgian hot cocoa mix, doubting she has milk.
He opens her fridge and pulls back assaulted by the stench. “What the fuck is that smell,” he says looking at containers, Chinese food, pizza, “ugh” he shakes his head and promptly empties her fridge.
“You are a swine” he grumbles as he empties her fridge of perishables, and things he isn’t even going to open. He tosses it all, condiments, anything not in a bottle with a lid on it.
He knew she wasn’t coming back unless it was to get her stuff, he could tell.
Something had shifted in her, something he had never seen, and to spare her neighbors from thinking there was a rotting corpse in this apartment, he promptly threw the bag of garbage down the shoot in the hallway away from the apartment.
He ordered their favorite Indian food, sprawls on the couch with Netflix on, pulls up her shows, and tucks into the cookies. He smiles and sends a selfie of him to Emma, eating her cookies on her couch.
“3, 2,1” his phone buzzes to life, he smiles.
“I knew you would call. I ate them all and they were delicious. You always have the good snacks.”
Emma pouted, “You’re an ass, stop eating my snacks!”
He laughs at her, “Why? You aren’t here, they need to be eaten, I threw half your groceries out, disgusting Swan.”
Emma is quiet for a moment, “You’re on speakerphone Aug, and I am not alone.”
August grins, oh this would be interesting, she had never let anyone meet him- let alone speak to him.
“Oh. Hello mystery man, I am August, Emma’s much better half of our platonic friendship and semi-family.” August heard a deep laugh and an accent, Irish he would guess if he had to bet.
“He is funny,” the man said.
August smiled at that, and then Emma interjected.
“Don’t encourage his ego, Jones” Emma barked.
August grabbed his laptop and opened his programs waiting for them to say something he could use to search.
“Hi August, Killian Jones, single, male, Caucasian, about 178, Irish, smoldering good looks, and besotted with the keeper of your snacks.”
August laughed at that, he was funny, Emma needed funny. He typed in all that information, and certainly there he was, Killian Jones. Augusts’ eyes widened when he clicked his Maine driver’s license, he had to hold back a Jesus Chris because this guy was a god.
“I see why you are thinking Em,” he said to Emma through the speakerphone. “Anyways, I dropped that asshat off at BPD, put the cash in your account, and I plan to head out tomorrow. What do you want me to drop off or send?” he asked his sister.
“Everything” Killian shouted, and he heard the telltale slap of Emma hitting Jones, and a grumble from the man.
“I don’t know, can I call you tonight?” Emma said quietly, and he could tell she was having a moment, she was going to run or was considering it.
“Of course, I will have found your secret stash of candy by then,” August said in reply.
“Don’t go through my drawers!” Emma shouted, almost like a plea.
“See, you make it too easy!” August laughed and shook his head. She hung up the phone. “Now let’s see who you are Killian Jones,” August said flipping through the reports.
His driver’s license, bank account, a deceased brother, August saw his Auto Repair shop linked and that account which held a quite sizeable sum as he flipped through it, he didn’t need money from Emma- that was a good thing.
His business seemed fairly profitable for such a small town, population just over 1400, so he was alright on that end.
He noticed that Killian Jones owned the business and building alone, no outstanding mortgage or bills, or addresses, he would guess he probably lived above his shop.
His two credit cards all at a low balance, one personal, one for his business. The credit score was not perfect but pretty good. August saw no aliases, or red flags, certainly nothing he would warn Emma about. This guy seemed normal, maybe completely perfect for Emma.
August sat there perusing all the files, he looked into his brother’s death- was in the Navy, an accident a few years back. Curious, he went back through Killian’s bank accounts and noticed a hefty payment deposited a few months after the brothers’ death from the US Government.
August trailed that and connected that Killian used the settlement payoff to buy his business outright and stashed the rest in his savings. Jones wasn’t a frivolous spender, his receipts and business expense all parts and supplies. Nothing was giving him any red flags.
He went to social media and saw an Instagram account, but it looked like it hadn’t been used in some time. He scanned the pictures, mostly were tagged from a RedRidingHood.
August would also bet that the brunette in most of the photos linked to that account would be her, but he saw mostly just group photos, and she had tagged Jones, who was indeed a handsome man.
He looked through the DMV, he smirked when he saw that jones had a motorcycle and a car registered.
“Emma does love a man on a motorcycle” he laughed and decided that was enough digging for now.
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Will sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time, rubbing his eyes as he stared at the screen in front of him.
His last class of the semester with Professor Bloom was tomorrow and he’d barely had any time to work on his final paper with juggling three jobs and putting in more applications for next semester scholarships.
What he wouldn’t give for a break.
“Fuck it.”
He minimized his screen and opened a new one, logging into his Twitter.
thisismydesign
The life of a college student is not nearly as fun as movies make it out to be. What I wouldn’t give for a sugar daddy to make things easier. lol.
He laughed to himself, scrolling through and hitting a few likes while replying to others. His friend Bev was having some girl trouble so he sent her a direct message before going back to his paper.
About five minutes later he heard a noise indicating he had a message back.
When he opened Twitter again it wasn’t a message from Bev.
thefinerthings: Give me your moneynow link and I’ll see what I can do.
He stared at the message, confused, and clicked into the profile.
Thefinerthings had a little over a thousand followers, and posted pictures of mainly expensive things: food, clothes, and at one point just a very ugly coffee maker.
Will scrolled through, confused, and then came back to the message.
thisismydesign: Is this a joke?
thefinerthings: I assure you it’s not. You’re having trouble and I would like to help.
Will looked at thefinerthings’s page again and saw that they weren’t even following him. Did this weirdo just have ‘sugar daddy’ on alert looking for college kids to bother?
He scoffed and went back into the message again.
thisismydesign: wgdglvr.moneynow.com
Even if this old man sent him some cash it would be something he could laugh with Bev about tomorrow. He logged out and went back to his paper, staying up till almost four finishing before he crashed.
Will was exhausted but he dragged himself out of bed, grabbed his phone, and headed out the door without even checking a thing. He pulled into the nearest place for coffee, ordered, and opened his phone as he drove up to the window to pay.
The notification on the screen made his eyes widen.
H. Lecter sent you $5000.00
He froze.
“What the fuck?”
The sudden beep of someone behind him pulled Will out of his surprise, and he opened his app to pay while his mind reeled.
Who the hell just sends a stranger that kind of money?
He grabbed his coffee, hands shaking, and drove toward campus while he tried to wrap his head around this. Was it some sort of scam? Was he supposed to just take this money and act like it was normal?
Ms. Bloom’s class was a blur, as was most of the afternoon, and when Will finally sat down for lunch outside he pulled out his phone to check his moneynow balance.
$5000.00
There it was.
He stared at the number for what felt like eons before clicking transfer.
Then he opened his direct messages.
thefinerthings: I hope that helps you. Let me know if you need anything else.
Will looked and saw that his new benefactor was now following him on Twitter. He let out a long breath and followed him back.
Then he looked up H. Lecter.
The only name that came up was one.
Dr. Hannibal Lecter.
He was a psychiatrist, a bit of a famous one, and he had nothing bad against him online. No one had added him to some sort of ‘weird sugar daddies to follow’ list, or even a ‘bad psychiatrists to avoid’ one. Will found a picture taken just last year at an opera and to his surprise Dr. Lecter was not an old man.
Not at all.
“Whatcha lookin’ at?”
Will closed his phone, blushing, and smiled at Bev. “Nothing.”
“Nothing? You had stars in your eyes and your face was all red. Still is. What’s going on, Will?”
He ran his hand through his hair, shaking his head. “I think...I might’ve gotten a sugar daddy last night.”
Bev blinked at him.
“You what?”
“I just...I said something on twitter and he messaged me and I gave him my moneynow and he sent me money and....”
Bev burst out laughing.
“Oh my god, tell me everything.”
Will glared at her. “It’s not funny.”
“It’s definitely funny,” Bev grinned, grabbing his phone, “You found some old man to....” she trailed off.
“Bev?”
“Is this him?”
“I...I think so.”
She thrust the phone back at Will. “Message him now, Graham. Do not, do NOT, ignore this sexy sugar daddy. How much did he send you?”
Will looked down at his phone. “Um....”
“Will.”
“Five thousand.”
Bev was quiet.
He raised his head and saw her staring at him with wide eyes. “Some stranger, a sexy stranger, sent you five thousand dollars and you didn’t even tell me?”
She hit him on the arm.
“I didn’t have any time, I....”
Another message sound interrupted them both and Will looked at his phone.
thefinerthings: I hope you have a good week, Will. If you need anything, do not hesitate to ask.
“How did he know my name?”
“Who cares?” she snapped, taking his phone, “I’m messaging him back.”
“Bev, wait!”
He snatched the phone back just as she grinned.
“Too late.”
He looked down at the message.
thisismydesign: Thank you, Daddy. I definitely will. ❤️
Will glared at her. “I hate you so much.”
Bev blew a kiss at him. “You just watch, Graham. He’s gonna be so happy, just wait and see.”
They both stared at the message for the next few minutes with no response. Will’s cheeks were burning when he closed the app, embarrassed beyond belief, and when Bev grabbed for him he pulled away.
“Will....”
“I’m sure it’s hilarious to you, Bev, but it wasn’t funny.”
“Will, I’m....”
He walked off without finishing lunch and didn’t look back once. The minute he got inside his car he threw his phone down, turned the key, and was just about to pull out when a ding noise made him pause.
A new message.
Will’s hands shook as he opened Twitter.
thefinerthings: Is that what you’d like, Will? For me to be your Daddy?
He stared at the message for what felt like forever before he replied.
thisismydesign: I don’t know you.
thefinerthings: You did not send that message, did you?
thisismydesign: No, my friend did. I’m sorry.
thefinerthings: But would you like to get to know me, Will? Or are you happy with our current arrangement?
Will remembered the picture he’d seen online.
thisismydesign: Why are you doing this, Dr. Lecter?
The reply didn’t come instantly this time, but it did come.
thefinerthings: Because I want to.
thisismydesign: How did you know my name?
thefinerthings: Your social media attached to this account. Will, I am asking you a question. Will you answer it?
Will stared at the screen, conflicted, and typed the first thing that came to him.
thisismydesign: Yes.
thefinerthings: Yes to which question?
thisismydesign: All of the above.
He threw his phone down, covered his face with his hands, and screamed into them.
What the hell was he getting himself into?
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