𝖩𝖩𝖪 𝖷 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖨𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽 🏖️ - 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝟥! Masterlist
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📍 The Villa, Bedroom – That Night
The lights were dimmed, the soft pinking glow of the villa’s nightlights casting a sleepy haze across the room. The islanders were settling in for the night, laughter still buzzing faintly in the air like static. You could feel it, the shift. That weird little breath the villa takes after a recoupling. Some hearts lighter. Some heavier.
Yours? Somewhere in between.
Shoko was fixing her hair in the closet mirror while Haibara did dramatic karate kicks at the foot of your bed.
“You’re gonna take out someone’s eye,” Choso muttered from across the room, flopping into his bed face-first.
“Yeah,” you called out, “and that someone is gonna be you.”
“Bro, this room’s cursed,” Haibara declared, diving dramatically onto Utahime and Kento’s bed like a starfish.
Utahime screamed. “Get OFF, you—”
“You are literally a health hazard,” Kento deadpanned, slipping under the covers beside Utahime. “Go menace your own bed.”
Sukuna and Yorozu were curled up in bed, already in their own chaotic bubble. You were 99% sure they were about to keep everyone up tonight.
“Ugh, fine,” Haibara groaned, then leapt across to Shoko’s bed like it was a trampoline.
BOOF. Pillow to the face.
“Shoko!” he yelped, muffled.
“You asked for it,” she muttered, already loading up another one.
Haibara retaliated by whacking Suguru from behind. “Collateral damage!” he shouted.
You were mid-laugh when a pillow soared across the room...straight into your face. You blinked.
Choso gasped. “That was NOT me—!”
“Oh it’s on now.”
And just like that—it was war. Pillows. Feathers. Chaos. Giggles. Shoko tackling Suguru. Haibara howling with laughter as you tried to whack him over the head. Choso, of all people, shrieking like a child when someone hit him square in the back.
You ducked and nearly elbowed Choso in the gut as he tried to shield you like the world’s worst bodyguard.
For a second, you forgot.
It it felt like the old villa. Before Casa. Before that stupid fire pit. Just chaos and fluff and friendship.
You forgot your bed was half-empty.
Forgot the ache still lodged behind your ribs.
You were just... laughing. Warm. Safe.
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On the other side of the room….
Satoru was quiet.
Still.
Watching you, eyes soft, jaw clenched, while you laughed so hard you nearly rolled off the bed, Choso catching you by your hoodie sleeve.
He laid stiffly on his back as Mei Mei curled into him, her fingers drawing idle patterns across his chest.
“You okay?” she murmured, soft and slow.
“Yeah,” he lied.
He didn’t blink as a pillow exploded mid-air above your head, scattering feathers through your hair while you shrieked with laughter, crumpling into Shoko’s lap.
Mei Mei kissed the line of his jaw, then tucked herself tighter against his side. Her skin was warm, familiar in that way someone becomes when you spend just enough time beside them.
But it wasn’t you.
And that? That was the problem.
He could feel your laugh vibrating in his chest from all the way across the room.
He didn’t move. Didn’t speak.
Just stared.
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🎙️Confessional – Satoru
“I thought I was making the right call. Genuinely. Like…I didn’t want to get blindsided. So I…tried to make the move first. But now…”
He pauses. Runs a hand through his hair.
“I just see her laughing…and I can’t even look at her without feeling like the world’s biggest idiot.”
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🎙️Confessional – You
“The pillow fight was so fun. Choso’s the best. And Haibara’s actually like a ferret. It reminded me why we’re even here—connection, fun, friendship…”
A pause. You glance sideways, like you're trying not to say the next part but it slips out anyway.
“Satoru? He looked miserable. So. I guess we’re both doing pretty fucking great.”
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Eventually, the pillow war wound down. Suguru called a truce. Shoko declared herself the winner. Haibara refused to admit defeat. Choso got a cramp in his leg and dramatically collapsed.
You crawled into bed, still breathless, still laughing. Alone.
It didn’t feel strange anymore. Just... quieter than you remembered.
You adjusted the duvet, and exhaled slowly into the dark.
Yorozu whispered something that made Sukuna chuckle. Yuki flopped an arm across Suguru’s face. Utahime kissed Kento’s cheek and muttered a sleepy “stop hogging the blanket.”
Across the room, Satoru hadn’t taken his eyes off you once.
He watched you roll onto your side. Pull your blanket up to your chin. Breathe deeply.
And as Mei Mei whispered something into his ear, something he didn’t even hear, he realized:
The bed felt cold, even with someone in it.
Because it wasn’t you.
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📍The Villa – The Next Morning
Light.
Bright. Aggressively unkind.
The overhead lights flicked on automatically with a soft ding, flooding the bedroom in a warm glow that was way too optimistic for how half the islanders felt.
“Turn it off,” Utahime groaned, arm flopping across her eyes.
“You can’t,” Kento replied flatly, already sitting upright.
Choso made a soft noise into his pillow, then immediately rolled to face the wall.
You blinked into the light, vision blurry, mind foggy, but not bad. Weirdly peaceful. For once, your dreams had been better than your reality.
And currently? Your reality involved Yuki crawling across your bed like a sleepy jungle cat, her hair a disaster, dragging her duvet with her.
“Mmmrgh,” she mumbled. “Warm me. Be my sun.”
You grunted, already pulling the covers up to let her in. “Fine, but don’t snore.”
“I snore adorably.”
“No, babe. You snore like a vacuum.”
Yuki snorted but tucked herself against your side anyway. “You're so mean in the morning.”
“Good.”
On the other side of the room, Sukuna was already up and shirtless, hair sticking up at various angles. Yorozu was braiding a tiny section of his hair like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Suguru was still facedown in a pillow, one hand limply reaching for his mic pack.
Mei Mei was already reapplying lip balm.
And Satoru?
Still in bed.
Still staring.
Only now, he had the audacity to look tired and guilty. Like his dreams had been haunted by every laugh you shared last night. Which, they probably were.
“Morning,” Shoko yawned as she walked back into the room from the bathroom, hair in a messy bun, carrying a mug.
“Why are you already fully alive?” Haibara groaned, pulling his duvet over his face.
“Because I’m better than you,” Shoko replied cheerfully.
Everyone was shifting, shuffling, stretching—
PING!
Your head shot up.
“Wait—” You fumbled to grab your phone from the bedside table. “I GOT A TEXT!”
The room collectively gasped.
“Let’s goooo!”
“OI OI OI TEXT TEXT!”
“OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH—”
“Don’t be a workout challenge. Please don’t be a workout challenge—”
Cue chaotic rustling, people rushing out of beds, Yuki practically crawling up your arm to read it over your shoulder.
Cheers. Groans. The usual morning chaos erupted like clockwork.
“READ IT!” Choso called from beneath his blanket.
“IF IT’S A BRUNCH DATE I’M GONNA CRY!” Yuki added.
“Oh my God if it’s a recoupling I swear I’ll cry,” Utahime mumbled.
You cleared your throat dramatically. “Ahem. Islanders…”
Everyone fell silent.
“𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚞𝚙.
𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢’𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚜—𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛.
𝙶𝚎𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 ‘𝚂𝚗𝚘𝚐, 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢, 𝙿𝚒𝚎!’
#𝚂𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎 #𝙺𝚒𝚜𝚜𝙰𝚗𝚍𝚃𝚎𝚕𝚕 #𝙻𝚎𝚝𝚃𝚑𝚎𝙶𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜𝙱𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗”
Your eyebrows slowly raised.
“Ohhhhhh nooooooo,” Suguru muttered, already rubbing his temples.
Yuki was already screaming. “I AM READY TO THROW A PIE AT A MAN. LET’S GO.”
“I am so getting pied,” Haibara groaned.
“Wake me when the men start crying.”Utahime muttered, pulling the blanket over her head again.
Kento had already accepted his fate.
Suguru smirked. “Let’s see who gets exposed.”
Your heart skipped, eyes flickering briefly across the room.
Satoru was watching you.
Again.
Expression unreadable.
And something about the way your mouth curved into a satisfied, evil little smile told him one thing, loud and clear:
He was getting pied. And he was getting pied HARD.
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📍Challenge Setup:
“SNOG 💋 MARRY 💍 PIE 🥧” …spelled out in giant gold foam letters. Each word gets its own glittery arch, like it’s a wedding, a rave, and a food fight all in one.
The floor is pink turf. There are three separate stations lined up across the area, each with props and decorations:
💋 SNOG Station A plush red velvet chaise lounge sits under a glittering disco-ball heart. There’s soft pink lighting, rose petals, and a camera perfectly angled to catch every dramatic kiss.
💍 MARRY Station A faux altar stands in the center, complete with a heart-shaped arch covered in fake roses, a podium with plastic rings, and a pillow where contestants kneel to “propose.” Yes, they must get down on one knee.
🥧 PIE Station A carnival-style stand, with literal whipped-cream pies stacked high like ammunition. A large spinning wheel beside it has names of the islanders (yes, in glitter), just in case someone wants to spin and let fate choose chaos. Beside it? A giant bin labeled “PETTY SUPPLIES” with goggles, hairnets, aprons, and extra pies.
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📍S.M.P.
The villa is already buzzing as the islanders file in—some nervous, some giddy, all terrified.
The music swells. Drama looms.
Shoko, holding the challenge card, cleared her throat. Loudly.
“Islanders. Time to find out who’s really loyal and who’s just a walking red flag. Today, you’ll be playing ‘Snog, Marry, Pie.’ You’ll kiss one islander. Propose to another. And then pie the islander who YOU feel deserves it most.”
Shoko continues, eyes skimming the card.
“The kiss has to be at least three seconds, none of that quick peck stuff.”
Everyone cheered, nervous energy buzzing.
But Shoko raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I’m not done.”
“Oh. And you don’t have to pick from your current couple. Explore your options.”
The villa howls.
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🎙️Confessional – Yuki
"Oh, I’m throwing that fucking pie. No hesitation. No remorse."
(she grins at the camera)
“I'm doing it for me. For every woman who’s ever been left on read. For feminism.”
🎙️Confessional – Utahime
“If anyone pies Kento, I’m fighting. Like physically. I will swing.”
(beat)
“And yes, I’m marrying him. Obviously. The pie? Oh, that’s going to someone who thinks they’re untouchable. Spoiler: they’re not.”
🎙️Confessional – Haibara
“I’m probably getting pied. That’s fine. I’ve made peace with it.”
(he shrugs dramatically)
“If it’s Yuki, Reader, or Shoko, cool. If it’s Choso?”
(he stares at the camera)
“We’re throwing hands. Respectfully. But still.”
🎙️Confessional – Choso
(softly, fidgeting with his mic pack)
"I really don’t want to get pied. I haven’t done anything wrong. Not to anyone. Especially not to her.”
(pause)
“If Reader picks me to snog or marry…”
(grins shyly at the camera)
🎙️Confessional – Satoru
“I’m ready. I think.”
(he winces)
“Am I gonna get pied? Probably. Do I deserve it? ...Arguably.”
(beat)
“Still thinking about her though. So. That’s where I’m at. That’s the whole vibe.”
🎙️Confessional –Kento
(very calm, very serious)
“Utahime said I’m not allowed to make eye contact with anyone unless I want to get pied.”
(deadpan)
“So I will be looking at the floor. And proposing to her. In that order.”
🎙️Confessional – Sukuna
“I’m gonna kiss someone. Might marry Yorozu. Might pie her too—just to see what happens.”
(he grins, and then shrugs)
🎙️Confessional – Suguru
(smirking, arms crossed)
“I’ve got a very specific face in mind to see pied.”
🎙️Confessional – Mei Mei
“I’m partnered with Satoru. He’s fun. Strategic. Pretty.”
(beat)
“But Suguru’s... interesting.”
(she smirks)
“He’s got quiet menace. I like menace.”
(beat)
“Look, I’m not here to play it safe. I think Suguru’s hot. Sue me.”
🎙️Confessional – Shoko
“Can’t wait - it’s gonna be some real drama today.”
(pauses)
“I hope someone cries. Preferably Satoru.”
🎙️Confessional – You
(grinning)
“Oh I’ve been waiting for this.”
🎙️Confessional – Yorozu
“If he kisses another girl I’ll actually throw hands. Like. I’m not joking. I will scream.”
(pause)
“But I love him. We’re endgame.”
(maniacal giggle)
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The islanders lined up in two rows, boys on one side, girls on the other. Hair gelled. Gloss gleaming. Everyone pretending not to be terrified.
The boys stood stiffly, trying to look calm. Kento had his arms behind his back like he was on inspection. Suguru was grinning like the devil. Choso looked like he might cry. Satoru was all faux-confidence and flexed forearms, but his eyes were locked on one person and one person only—you.
The girls?
Lethal.
Yuki popped her gum. Shoko was adjusting her rings. Utahime cracked her neck. Mei Mei smiled with unsettling calm. Yorozu looked unhinged (Sukuna seemed into it). And you?
You were silent. Still. Planning.
Shoko stepped up first. Cool. Unbothered.
“Snog: Suguru,” she said easily, walking up and giving him a soft, firm kiss.
“Marry: Haibara.” She smiled, got down on one knee dramatically, and shoved a ring on his finger.
“Pie?” Her eyes flicked sideways.
“Satoru.”
WHAM. The pie landed square in his face.
“I just think you need to be humbled,” she said sweetly. “Nothing personal.”
“Actually,” she added after, licking whipped cream off her thumb, “it’s a little personal.”
Cue the gasps.
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Utahime was next.
“Snog: Kento,” she said like it was obvious. She cupped his face like he was breakable glass and gave him the softest kiss of the day. He smiled for the first time in hours.
“Marry: Kento. Again.”
“Technically you have to pick someone else,” Choso called.
“Fine. Then I’m marrying Haibara.” She shoved the ring on Haibara’s finger, before grabbing a loaded pie.
“Pie: Sukuna.”
“Why?” Sukuna asked, raising a brow.
“Just felt like it.” SMACK.
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Yorozu came in skipping.
“Snog: Sukuna,” she announced. He smirked. She kissed him like the world was ending. Someone whistled.
“Marry: Sukuna. Duh.”
She shoved a ring on his finger while giggling.
She wasn’t technically supposed to do that, but… who was going to stop her?
“Pie: Mei Mei.”
The room FROZE.
“Oh?” Mei Mei raised a single brow.
“I just think you should know your place,” Yorozu chirped.
And WHACK. Pie to the face.
“Don’t touch what’s mine.”
You glanced around - eyebrows raised.
Utahime choked on her own spit. Yuki did a double take. Even Shoko raised a single brow.
Sukuna just whistled, low and amused. “Territorial, huh?”
Mei Mei, pie dripping down her cheek, wiped it off calmly with one finger. “Duly noted.”
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Yuki stepped up.
“Snog: Haibara,” she said, pressing a very LOUD kiss to Haibara’s lips.
“Marry—”
She turned and faced you. “If I could, I’d marry you, but—"
“Just pick Suguru,” you deadpanned.
She grinned before dramatically sliding the ring onto his finger.
Pie?”
She grabbed two pies.
“Can I double-pie Satoru?”
“No,” Suguru said, laughing. “But I respect the ambition.”
So she pied Satoru (with ONE pie) with gusto.
WHACK.
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Mei Mei slinked up. All curves and chaos.
“Snog: Suguru.”
The kiss? Bold. Controlled. Suguru doesn’t flinch.
Everyone else did. Satoru’s eyes twitched.
“Marry: Satoru.”
She slid the ring on his pinky. “Partnerships are about strategy.”
“Charmed,” he replied hollowly.
“Pie: Yorozu.”
And she made sure it was a good one. Full face. No mercy.
SLAM.
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You.
The villa was dead silent. Even the fake roses on the marry arch stopped swaying.
You walked to the center in slow motion, a little bounce in your step.
“Snog...”
Your eyes scanned the line. Paused on Satoru. Moved on. Landed on Choso.
He blinked.
“Choso.”
He looked like someone had just handed him a puppy and told him it loved him. You stepped in close, smiling, and kissed him slow. Warm. Real. Movie-worthy.
He blinked again when you stepped back. His hands were still floating midair.
The villa lost it.
“Marry...”
You twirl the ring on your finger. Survey the boys.
And then…
You drop to one knee in front of Suguru.
He laughs, loud and delighted. “Absolutely, yes.”
Shoko cackled.
He winks as you slide the ring on his finger.
Satoru looks like he just got hit by a bus.
“Pie?”
The energy dropped a degree. Everyone knew.
You turned slowly.
Satoru didn’t even move. He was already wiping a hand down his pants, as if accepting his fate.
You walked up, the biggest pie in hand.
Paused.
His eyes met yours.
And then—
WHAM.
Straight to the chest. Not the face.
“Thought I’d spare the money-maker,” you said.
The villa exploded. Gasps. Screams. Shrieks of delight.
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🎙️Confessional – Satoru
(swiping whipped cream of his pecs)
“Yeah. I deserved that. I did. But damn, man. Choso???”
(sighs)
“I mean—come on. The guy wears socks in the pool.”
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🎙️Confessional – Choso
(grinning like an idiot)
“She kissed me. She kissed me. I’m never washing my mouth again.”
(beat)
“Is that gross? Sorry.”
(beat)
"No I'm not."
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🎙️Confessional – You
(nonchalant)
“Would I do it again? Yeah. But with more pie next time.”
(smiles)
“And maybe more kissing too.”
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A/N: This is so long LMAO