#PLEASE YALL DO BETTER RESEARCH

[echo-writes-things]

I love Alastor but as an ace, questioning aro-flux, I fucking hate tumblr for the fanfics. It’s smut galore by people who don’t understand was asexuality is and don’t take the time to ask someone who is or use google which is free. Literally if ANYONE needs to write an Alastor fanfic even smut I’m open to give people advice on how this shit works. I’m tired of people erasing my only rep.

I’m not saying you can’t write smut or romance for Alastor, but if you are please learn how that works for someone with that orientation. It’s like y’all making a gay man have sex with a woman and coming up with some wack ass excuse for why he did it.

I will literally open DMs and my askbox for people to ask me about it or hell just make a huge post. Obviously I don’t speak for all asexuals and aromantics. But I can speak for a majority of us when we say stop erasing the only representation we get for your fanfics and acting like it’s still apart of the orientation. Your excuses are a lot more hurtful than you think.

Thank you for coming to my tedtalk. I do plan to write an Alastor fanfic but it’ll be keeping his identity in mind.

[jinxthequeergirl]

The Ol Switcharoo (pt2)

Stan pines x reader /ford pines x reader

Summary: Your family vacation lasted longer than expected. When you return home to Stanford, you realize quickly something wrong.

Warning: NONE

Hey! Just some housekeeping before you read on

☆Thanks for all the love ya'll it means bunches

☆this part is shorter do to me wanting to pace this better, but I hope yall enjoy none the less!

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"STANLEY HELP!"

Stan felt himself freeze up, his heart race and mind go blank, why couldn't he think? Why couldn't he move?

He watched in horror as his brother floated up backwards through the air into the gaping hole in space and time.

"Do something!"

"What...what do i do!?" He asked meekly, looking around for something to help.he watched as parts of his brother slowly disappeared, and as he reached into his coat pocket and tossed something at him. "Hide my research...CALLL Y/N ANYTHING-"

Stan shielded his eyes as a bright white light filled the room and knocked him back onto the floor. The room was suddenly quiet.

"Ford!?...Ford! Come back!" He wasted no time to get back up and bang on the machine, hoping it would start back up like an old appliance. "Please!"

He raced to the lever a few feet away, desperately pulling and yanking at it, but it didn't budge.

"Stanford!?...Ford!? Are you home yet!?" The small coo of an unfamiliar voice snapped Stan from his nightmare.

"Hello!?" The voice echoed out again. He quickly got up, reaching for his only form of security. A baseball bat.

The voice had gone silent, but he could still hear someone moving he took a long pause, then opened the door swinging his bad.

"FORD WAIT! WAIT, IT'S ME! ITS Y/N!!"

Y/n?

He stopped swinging the bat and stared down at you.

"Call y/n! Anything-"

"Y/n?"

"Yes, it's me, Ford! I haven't been gone that long have i?"

He cleared. "No not at all we have some catching up to do."

You could tell there was something ford...well stan (you'd have to get used to the sudden name change) wanted to tell you while you sat across from him. Like he wanted to give you bad news. But he seemed to be thinking of the right way to put it.

"So..stan...what made you want to change from Ford to stan? Did your family have that much of an impact on you?" You tried to joke to lighten the tension that seemed to linger in the air.

"Well...something like that...listen y/n-"

"Are you OK? You seem...different you seem nervous...more nervous then when I left.." You placed your hand over top of his and offered a reasuring smile.

"I..."

stan didn't know you...he had no right to lie to you. But Ford seemed to trust you and judging from the photo on his desk in the basement, how fondly he seemed to write about you in the journal...the scrapped drawings of you in the garbage you meant a whole lot more to him then stan could understand right now, you must have felt the same way about his brother.

He remembered how worried his brother had been in making sure he understood you were absolutely under no circumstances to not touch the journals or anything pertaining to it again.

"My closest friend y/n and I have been working on this project for months now...I should have listened to her but I didn't...I need you to get rid of this journal she can't be near any of this when she returns."

"Did something happen with the portal?...with that...creature? And what happened to your hands!" You said now, pulling both hands into yours to examine them.

Besides, you already seemed so worried. He couldn't be the one to break the news to you. Not now.

Besides, he had a plan.

Sort of.

So he did what he did best.

Lied.

"Well...uh while you were away, I had a little accident. I had to get surgery...yea surgery, and the accident you know was from the portal...so I said, Forget the whole thing! "

He Tried to say it in a way that would convince even himself.

"Stanford, what do you mean? What happened? Are you just going to give up on everything we worked for?"

"I have to, I just need some time."

Neither of you noticed at first that you were holding hands as you spoke. Stan was the first to notice the closeness. It was the first time in what felt like years that anyone had shown him this kind of affection, let alone the kindness you were demonstrating with your concern.

"I don't know what happened while I was away or when you even had time for something to go wrong or why you would even start working again without me!" He noticed the slight annoyance building up and squeezed your hand.

And you took a breath. "But I understand and I won't pretend to know what happened and if you aren't ready to tell me I can respect that...things got a little rocky between us before I left and I'm really just hoping things can go back to the way they used to be with us. If a longer break and time is what you need... then I am 100% behind your decision."

He felt a wave of relief wash over him at your words. Maybe it wasn't your words but the kind-hearted look in your eyes, or maybe it was the way you still held his hands in yours.

You'd be the first two admit two things about your current situation.

One, Nostalgia was a funny thing. You knew when something was off about your bestfriend, the man infront of you was was a changed man, while his story didn't add up he looked shaken and defeated...after all this was the man you trusted with half your life. And you wouldn't lie, you had clung so desperately to the memories of college and spring through winter, it was that glimmer of hope and a mix of Nostalgia for your good times together that made you believe him.

And two, You always knew better then to trust your heart you and Ford would joke about the idea of following your heart and not your brain, how silly a concept it was that the organ that pumped blood through your body had such a pull on your decision making it made your thought process stop.

Yet here you where.

Following your heart.

"How about a few drinks and I can tell you about my trip?" You offered standing and being the first to break the lock between your hands. "And I can tell you about the plans I have for this place!"

"Plans?"

"Sure! I mean, we aren't doing our science junk anymore, so we need to make money somehow, right?"

You set down two glasses.

"Ok?"

You sat down, you listened to him explain how he had already done a few tours displaying whatever you had already had laying around and how people where eating it up.

"Stanford you've never been one for the gimmicky tricks, you've always cared more about the real deal...WE'VE been about the real deal...why lie to people?"

"Trust me y/n do a tour with me tomorrow try to show the people a real life monster and whatchamacallit and put it up against my made up creature."

You laughed. This wasn't what you had expected Stanford pines to spend his break away from work doing. It was out of character for him. But refreshing somehow.

Just like that, the seasons changed, and it was spring again

You learned quickly people didn't like the truth.

Real monsters and ghouls seemed to only upset or bother people so you and stan collaborated a way to make attractions that seemed real enough but also gimmicky enough that tourists would eventually laugh at it.

You learned pretty quickly that you were not only a pretty crafty person but an excellent storyteller.

You and Stanford seemed to almost pick up where you left off bonding and cracking jokes. It was like he was more confident than when you left him, more relaxed and full of life. You two fit right back into place with eachother with out missing a beat.

It's exactly what you'd been missing.

Soon, you were renovating half the house to be a showroom and giftshop, and soon after you were selling and wearing t shirts, you began putting up a sign. By the following summer, you were basically an operational business.

The mystery shack felt more like a brain child of you and Stanford and you cared for it like such.

It was something fun.

Something that didn't seem to be running Stanford down like the science stuff did. You could see a genuine smile on his face as he showed some local kid the corni-corn.

It was silly. You couldn't remember the last time you'd done something silly and adventurous.

It felt good.

"Another day another dollar y/n my dear." Stan said, flipping the open sign to close and placing his little red fez cap on top of your head.

"Soon enough, we'll have people from all over the place coming to get a piece of the mystery shack." He said, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, leading you back to the section of the Mystery shack that was still your shared home.

"Yea, we have a real Walt Disney start-up story, don't we stanford." He laughed loudly before suddenly getting serious.

"Listen. I wanted to say thank you for sticking with me through this. It means a lot."

"Of course, stanford." You reached up and planted a small peck on his cheeks. "We've been through everything together. I'm not going to stop now."

You could see stans face flush slightly as you stretched and yawned. "Anyways goodnight stanford."

"Uh yea...goodnight..." You heard him mumble as he touched his cheek where you kissed him.

Things where looking up.

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[minettacreekk]

sam winchester is a MUNCH in bed. no questions about it.

warnings: light smut , nicknames (sweetheart, doll, etc.), softdom!sam, praise, probably other stuff but idk 🙏

a/n: HAVENT WROTE IN 4EVA ik its a bit mid but ive been ITCHING to post literally anything

“fuck..” you groan out, feeling sams lips claim your neck as he works his hands up your body to grope your tits. has it always felt this good? or is it the way sam whispers sweet praises into your ear thats pushing you into this fuzzy headspace? “doin’ so good for me baby..” he says bringing his head lower and lower till its mere inches from your already soaked core.

As his large hands grip the inner part of your thighs, spreading them apart for better access, he looks at your cunt like a man starved. “mind if i take care of you tonight sweetheart?”. You knew it wasnt a question as he was going to do it anyway. He grabs your panties and slides them down your legs, discarding them somewhere in yalls room to find later. Bringing his hand up to your pussy, sam begins to start playing with your clit in all the ways he knows will get you worked up. “sam.. please..” you whimper, knowing that he would tease you for the rest of his life if he could. He loves to see you get all squirmy when your stubborn self doesn’t wanna ask for him to do something

“i know doll, always so needy for me huh?” relishing in the fact that you always needed to be by his side. always holding onto his arm whenever possible, or even just sitting next to him while hes researching something. Your breath quickens as he ghosts his long fingers against your slit, pushing one finger, then two into you whilst simultaneously bringing his head down and beginning to suck on your clit.

You gasp at the feeling, instinctively trying to close your legs before his other hand grips your thigh, pushing then back open “need these to stay open or i cant give you what you want baby” he mumbles into your cunt, working his fingers further into you, reaching that one spongey spot that makes you see stars. Your hands once gripping onto the sheets, have found themselves tangled in sams brown locks. He moves his fingers at a steady pace, getting you closer and closer to release. his mouth still suckling on your clit.

“oh my god- sammy..im close-“ you whine out, hips shifting a bit while your becoming unable to control to urge to hold out. Hes still pumping his fingers in and out of you as you get closer and closer to cumming. “go ahead doll, ive got ya” sam assures you. You let out a moan as your back arches slightly, brain going foggy as you ride out your high on his hand. Sam slides his fingers out of your cunt and he pulls himself back up to your lips to kiss you sweetly. “always do so good for me honey” he praises.

“mm love you so much sam..” you say softly eye drifting shut while you start to doze off into a deep, comfortable, safe sleep. Sam cleans you up, and tucks you in before climbing into bed himself.

“love you more sweetheart .” placing a kiss on your forehead before cuddling up next to you snd going to sleeo. Just being around you like this was enough for him to survive off of for years.

• SORRY IT WAS SO SHORT, i rlly needed something to get me back in the habit of this stuff

[angelfrombeneth]

SECRET - A . DONALDSON

Sexual Content Ahead

Art Donaldson x Fem!ChubbyReader

Summary: Where you and Art are 'secretly' hooking up without your friends knowing.

Warnings: SMUT (18+), Born with barely any plot, Art is slightly pathetic in this, Reader loves a cheeky ass grab.

Note: This one is a quick one I rushed, because I'm writing a nice long Art fic for yall. So please enjoy this for now.

If you told yourself 3 years ago that you'd be sat on some bleachers watching tennis you wouldn't believe it.

You were never interested in tennis, you knew about it obviously but it was never your thing.

You came to Stanford as an international student due to the fat scholarship you recieved so you packed your bags from London to California.

That is where you met Tashi Duncan, your best friend. She introduced herself to you one day in the library after hearing you tap away to the music playing in your headphones. It was a close call, she saved you from another warning from the librarian.

Tashi and you were inseparable. Learning about eachother more you discovered she played tennis and was quite well known but you had no clue. She found this a breath of fresh air as everyone knew of her some how. She put it down to the fact your from a different country additionally to your lack of interest of the sport.

Tashi coaxed you to come watch her warm ups and games - which you did being a great friend. But you sported to opening your sketchbook and sketching out the scene infront of you additionally. Might aswell do a research project on human posing and what better sport that tennis.

After your first semester you noticed Tashi always hanging out with this tall lanky man. He seemed nice but, you'd never seen him around. She told you he was her 'thing' which made you both laugh over lunch one time. She had mentioned he will be around alot more and he has a friend and that's when you met Art Donaldson, and well. The rest is history.

It had been a good year since you met Patrick and Art and you four were now a little quad. Despite the three of them being raging tennis players and you just sat on the side line they didn't mind.

You did try to take up a sport but it just wasn't for you, after Tashi found you face down in a bush after a 100m sprint.

You were watching Art play against someone from another University - you weren't listening to their name though.

Tashi and Patrick sat beside you, gasping and groaning, cheering and whooping at what was going on in the game but you only knew so much.

In the year you've known Art, you two had a great bond and tend to.. dip into eachothers bonds from time to time. You had no clue if Tashi or Patrick knew about your occasional flings with Art, you both never aired it nor got caught it just happened sometimes.

But as of late, you can't take your eyes off him. The way his shorts ride up his muscly thighs as he jumps from one end of the court to the other. The way his hair bounces but also sticks to his forehead due to his sweat. You were slightly obsessed.

You wouldn't say you had feelings for him, it never got deep enough for that. But you craved him. You craved every single inch of him and how he'd just melt into your hand.

"COME ON!!" You jump slightly as you were ripped out of your daydream as Tashi flew up beside you screaming as you looked at Art celebrating on the court.

You smiled, standing up and clapping as you grabbed everyone's coats and bags as Tashi and Patrick dashed off to see Art.

Climbing down the stairs was tricky balancing everything but as soon as you saw Tashi and Patrick bust through the door of the court as they piled onto Art you smiled. Walking towards them as you put down the stuff.

Art turned to you smiling, walking up to you and pulling you in for a hug. It wasn't unusual just took you off guard.

"We should celebrate! Let's go out for dinner" Tashi smiled.

"I love a good dinner" You smiled as they all chuckled at you.

You got changed for the dinner into a little black dress, you can never go wrong with it. Tashi texted you earlier her and Patrick will be late - which you assumed they were fucking in his car yet again. Dinners cancelled you assumed.

You walked over to Arts dorm, knocking on the door as it swung open to reveal a slightly disheaved Art as he stared at you. Shirtless and in the tightest pair of shorts ever.

"Did you forget we are going to dinner-"

"No- I was just.. working out" He spoke slightly.

You looked him up and down, a knowing smirk on your face.

"You can't hide it from me" You laughed. Art's face contorted as he looked at you confused as you swiped your hand over the very obvious bulge in his boxers before walking past him into his room.

He doubled over, groaning as he shut the door as you laughed, sitting on his desk chair.

"I thought Tashi was taking you to the restaurant?" He dove onto his bed, laying on his stomach as he scrunched a pillow up at leaned against it looking at you. God he looked so pathetic. Ass up and everything.

"Seems she got preoccupied with Patrick, I got this" You pulled up the text and turned it around to show Art.

"We definitely won't make it to the restaurant now" He laughed.

You stood up, dropping your bag on the chair as you walked over to Art, sitting by his head as he looked up at you.

"What do you wanna do then?" You caressed his cheek, smiling down at him.

"I have a few ideas.." His head turned to kiss your palm as his lips made its way up your arm till he was on his knees infront of you.

You stared at him blankly, sucking in your bottom lip as you took in the situation. You both paused for a brief moment staring at eachother.

You leaned in, kissing him roughly as your hands dropped to his back, pulling him closer as his hands slid up the back of your dress as he squeezed your ass. One thing about Art he loved your ass.

The pair of you tumbling with one another as you yanked down his boxers slightly as the back, grabbing a chunk of his ass with his hand as you sucked onto his tongue. A soft moan leaving his lips as you yanked down his boxers completely rolling over as you caged him below you.

"Mm- want you- s'bad" You pulled at his lip as you sucked on it, grinding down against his bare cock as you reached to pull your dress off in one swift motion.

"Fuck- good girl-" He groaned as he unclasped your bra throwing it off as he pulled your neck and pulled you back into another kiss. It was passionate but needy. The way his tongue slipped in and out of your mouth had you yearning for more. You reached down to wriggle out of your panties as you kicked them off to the side before you held the base of his dick. Running it between your slit as you gasped, pulling away from the kiss.

You bit your lip, sighing as you bucked your hips against his tip. Your hands sliding up over your breasts as you peered down at him. "You piss me off how fucking hot you are. Why are you so fucking hot" You groaned, grinding down harder against him as he harshly gasped.

"Shut up" He whined lightly as he grabbed your hip, lifting you up so he could grab his cock and curve it up towards your entrance as he dropped you down against his abdomen as his cock slipped up inside of you. "Fuck-" You both yelped in unison.

You peered down at him, chuckling softly as you let out soft moans as you rocked back and forth against him. "Oh fuck-" You grit your teeth as your hand slid down his chest as you rocked back and forth. Your thighs slightly twitching as your eyes threatened to roll back.

"Such a good girl f'me aren't you" He smirked, sliding a hand up overs your stomach. This was something Art tended to do. You knew you were chubbier that other girls you'd seen him with before but he was definitely into it. His smile grew as he slid them further up to grip your breast as he squeezed and toyed with it.

You smirked down at him, leaning forward slightly, pecking his lips as your ass rebounded against his abdomen as you dropped down on him continously as you rode him.

"Good.." You spoke with breathy moans as light whines escaped Art's lips as he stared into your eyes. It was pathetic. He was pathetic. The way his eyes watched you.

His hands dropped from your breasts, gripping onto the plush of your thighs as he whined slightly, spreading his legs below you.

You could feel his hips thrusting up into your for more, as you bit your lip moaning lightly. "Yessss~ fuck. Art- s-so good" You yelped as his hands gripped your waist before flipping you onto your back. The movement shocked you but the second he got his balance he began to piston into you.

You reached back, grabbing the headboard of the bed as you yelped. Whines and moans pouring from your mouth as Art demolished you. His hips slamming into you. His balls slapping into your ass as the bed creaked below the pair of you. One of his hands, gripping at a chunk of your thigh as his thumb caressed against the skin. The other, reaching for one of yours as your fingers interlocked with one another.

You reached forward grabbing his ass harshly with your free hand, as you squeezed it, looking up at him, biting your lip.

His mouth ghosting over yours as he let out soft whines and groans - just like he does in tennis. Fuck do you love the sounds he makes when he's playing fucking tennis...

"Yes- Fuck Art please.. Harder" you groaned, your hand removing from his as they both flew to his back, your nails scratched down it as he pounded harder into you.

His groans got louder and needier, as his hands returned to your chunk sides, his fingers dug harder into your hip. His thrusts became sloppier, you knew he was close.

Art threw your legs over his shoulders as he slammed back into you. A guttural moan yelping from your throat as you shrieked, his pace quickening as you whined. Your nails digging into his shoulder as your back arched down against him as your eyes rolled back as you drew closer to your climax.

He knew you were close abd so was he. He continue to pump into you as fast as he could till you both came undone. Both cumming together, his head hung low as he watched a mixture of your releases create a ring at the bottom of his cock as he thrusted a few more times, dragging the pair of you through the high.

"Fuck-" He groaned as he pulled out, biting his lip as he leaned back on his legs as he stared down at you panting.

You looked at the disheaved boy infront of you, you couldn't help but let out a breathy chuckle as he panted.

"S'good as always" You smiled, sitting up as you pecked his lips.

Art leaned forward, kissing you deeper as his hand snaked around your neck, pulling you closer as he kissed you. You hummed softly, your tongue swiping over his lips as the kiss grew more heated.

Before the pair of you could even consider a second round a loud string of knocks banged against the door.

The two of you pulled away and froze. Your hand pressed against his chest, your other frozen as you stroked his cock. His hands cupping your face as the pair of you just stared at each other.

After a while no knocks were heard so you were going to continue till another string of loud knocks.

"Fuck" You hissed as the pair of you both stood up, grabbing your clothes as you tried to quickly dress.

Your dress nowhere to be seen amongst the large pile of clothes. "Art where the fuck is my dress-" You whispered shouted.

"Shhh!-" He quipped. You grabbed his dress shirt he was wearing off the floor and threw it on over your underwear. He was scrambling around the room looking for his shirt when he looked at you wearing it.

He quickly pulled on his trousers and opened his wardrobe for a tshirt as he stumbled to the door. You stood behind him.

You don't know what you both expected or who you expected to be behind the door. But the colour drained from both of your faces as the door revealed your two friends.

"I texted you Y/N that we were outside 10 minutes ago but I can see you were occupied" Tashi raises her eyebrow, a sickly smirk across her face.

You gulped as you stared at her, smiling awkwardly.

"Tash- did you figure out where Y/N was-" Patrick's voice could be heard down the hall as he gained closer to the door. Stopping behind Tashi as he stared at you and Art. "Fucking knew it" He laughed.

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[mononijikayu]

here with me — ryomen sukuna.

Nanami Kento, who had been silently observing, took a sip of his beer and sighed. “You could just admit you miss your girlfriend and put an end to this.” Sukuna scoffed. “I don’t miss her.” His phone buzzed again. [My Wife]: Don’t lie. I know you do. Sukuna clenched his jaw. Yuuji, peeking over, gasped dramatically. “Oh my God. You totally miss senpai right now, captain!” “Shut up.”

Genre: Alternate Universe — College! AU;

Warning/s: Short Fic, General Rating, AFAB! Reader, Use of She/Her, Use of Female Centered Identification, Pet Names (Babe, My Love, Loverboy, Etc), Romance, Fluff, Humour, Love, Comfort/No Hurt, Established Relationship, Lovers, Dating, Feeling, Light-Hearted, Slice of Life, Idiots In Love, Domestic, Domestic Fluff, Healthy Relationship, Friendships, Profanity, Swearing, Teasing, Volleyball, Volleyball Captain! Sukuna, Boyfriend! Sukuna, Girlfriend! Reader;

Words: 7k words.

Note: i was like, 'you know, this is just going to be 5k' and then there is 7k. anyway, that's better than going to 10k right now. also, tokyo great bears is a v.league team in japan!!! i hope you enjoy this anyway. it missed doing sukuna fluff, so this is that. the satosugu one will be massive, so please look forward to that too!!! i love yall <3

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lovesick — ryomen sukuna.

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“I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’RE CRYING AGAIN, BABE.” Your boyfriend’s voice carries through the quiet apartment, dripping with amusement. You don’t even have to look up to know that Ryomen Sukuna is standing over you, arms crossed, head tilted, thoroughly entertained by your suffering.

You sniffle, rubbing at your tired reddish eyes as your laptop screen blurs in front of you. The godforsaken research paper that’s been ruining your life sits half-finished, paragraphs merging into nonsense as your brain screams for sleep.

Meanwhile your boyfriend Sukuna is still in his volleyball uniform, sweat-damp hair sticking to his forehead, his jersey slightly loose from late night practice. The way his muscles flex as he runs a hand through his hair would normally be distracting, but at this moment, your academic despair takes priority.

You groan dramatically, slumping forward so your forehead rests against the keyboard. “I’m so tired. I think my brain is melting. I swear I just hallucinated my professor sending me an email saying, ‘Just give up.’”

Sukuna snorts, nudging your chair with his knee. “Yeah, I doubt that. But if he did say that, he’s the only smart one in your department.”

You shoot him a glare, cheeks puffed in frustration. “You’re so unsupportive.”

“I literally support you every damn day.” Sukuna scoffs, crouching beside you. His gaze flickers to your laptop screen before landing back on your tired face. “Besides, this is too much. You shouldn't be crying over this thing.”

You sniffled dramatically. “I gotta get it done now or I won’t finish it. I need to graduate. I need to—”

“I’m taking that laptop.”

You gasped, glaring at him as you wrapped the laptop in your arms. “Don’t you dare, Ryomen Sukuna. I’ll bite your hands if you don’t let me finish this!”

“Hey hey, slow down on that government naming me.” He frowned at your words, raising his hands as though to surrender. “My name is my love or nothing, babe.”

“Well, you’re being mean to me.” You snicker back at him, glaring at him. “So deal with it, I’m not in the mood to be less cranky. I’m dealing with using 200% of my neurons here!”

Sukuna scoffed and plopped down on the floor beside you, stretching his legs out. “And some of us have to use our muscles, which is way harder.” He flexed his arms for emphasis. “You try jumping five feet in the air and smashing a ball down someone’s throat.”

You shot him an unimpressed look. “Oh, sure. Jumping and smacking things. Such an intellectual feat.”

He grinned, poking your forehead. “Hey, don’t disrespect the art of spiking. Meanwhile, your brain is overheating just from looking at some stupid numbers.”

You swatted his hand away. “Not all of us were blessed with freakish athletic ability, you freak.”

“And not all of us are dumb enough to cry over physics.”

You, the top Astrophysics major, gasped dramatically. “Excuse you! Physics is literally the reason you can even play volleyball! The trajectory of the ball, the force you apply, your jump height! All the work of physics!”

Sports Science major Ryomen Sukuna blinked at you. Then, in an exaggerated show of rebellion as he rolls his eyes, he tossed his head back and groaned. “This nerd talk all around, my god, babe. My ears are bleeding from all this.”

You glared at your boyfriend and quickly grabbed the nearest pillow, launching it straight at his face. He caught it with one hand. Because of course he did, before launching himself onto the couch beside you. You make a hmp! sound at him as you turned away from him. He snickers at your reaction, slyly grinning.

“You’re so annoying, you know that?” you grumbled as he sprawled across your lap like a cat.

“And yet, you still tutor me before every test.”

Your boyfriend’s voice is smug, so unbearably smug, that you feel like the confidence about it was blinding you more than this laptop is. But there’s something underneath it, something warm and soft that makes your heart flutter in the most annoying way possible all at once.

You roll your eyes, refusing to meet his gaze as you take your notepad from the side and start flipping through your notes. “That’s because if I don’t, you’d bomb half your exams and embarrass both of us.”

Sukuna huffs out a laugh, stretching his arms behind his head like he has all the time in the world. “Nah. I’d do fine. But I like it when you explain things to me.” His grin turns just a little sharper, more teasing. “Your nerd voice is cute.”

Your cheeks heat up instantly. “I do not have a nerd voice—”

“Face it, babe.” he interrupts smoothly, tilting his head with that lazy confidence that drives you insane. “Like it or not, you love me with everything you’ve got.”

You hate how easily he gets under your skin. Your grip tightens on your pen as you fight to keep your expression neutral, but the burn in your cheeks betrays you. “I tolerate you, at most.”

He laughs, the kind that shakes his shoulders, before reaching out and ruffling your hair like you’re some child.

“Tolerate, love. It’s all the same thing, babe.”

You swat his hand away with a scowl. “Go shower, you stink.”

“You love my stink, don’t you?” he teases, waggling his eyebrows.

“Absolutely not.”

And yet despite that, you still find yourself watching as your boyfriend carefully stands, stretching his arms over his head, his massively toned muscles flexing eagerly under the dim glow of your desk lamp.

“Anyway, babe.” he continues, voice still laced with amusement. “Let's make a deal. One more hour of this, then you come set for me at practice tomorrow.”

You narrow your eyes. “I’m not your personal setter.”

He leans down slightly, smirking. “No, you’re more than that.”

His voice drops, just enough to make your breath hitch.

“You’re my favorite person.”

You blink back at him.

“The love of my life.”

Your heart stutters.

“My one and only.”

Your brain is short-circuiting.

“My forever.”

You open your mouth, but nothing comes out.

Sukuna grins at your stunned silence, clearly reveling in it. “You get the jazz.”

For once, you have no comeback. Because despite how much you bicker, how stubborn you both are, this has always been your rhythm. He was your rhythm.

He was the first one and only one. He always has been, always will be. And you can’t think of anyone else better than him. You couldn’t think of anyone you loved more than him.

You both were there together at every late-night practice, at every study session, at every stress-induced breakdown each exam and competition season. He was there. And so were you.

Together, that's what matters. Always together. Through the teasing, through the arguments, through the absolute chaos that was being with Ryomen Sukuna, you always found your way back to each other.

Because at the end of the day, it wasn’t just volleyball, or studying, or endless banter. It was love.

And damn it, Ryomen Sukuna knew it.

The next evening, you found yourself exactly where you swore you wouldn’t ever be—wearily standing on the volleyball court, tossing a ball to Ryomen Sukuna like his personal setter. You scowl as you set another perfect pass, and he jumps, spiking it down with ridiculous ease.

“Good set, babe.” He smirks, jogging up to you. “Almost like you wanted to be here.”

“This is literally the last time I’m doing this!” you grumbled, feeling so tired of all of this. 

“Aw, c’mon, babe.” he drawls, throwing an arm around your shoulders, sweat dampening your sleeve. “I think you like spoiling me.”

“I think I’d like to throw this ball at your head.”

Sukuna just laughs, ruffling your hair like you hadn’t just threatened him. 

God, you absolutely hate it when he is like this.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, babe.” he teases you with a grin. “Now, let’s go again. Setter of my heart.”

You groan dramatically, but even as you roll your eyes, you toss him another ball with all the effort you have in you. Sukuna smirked, taking an effortless approach before leaping into the air. His body twisted, his arm cocked back, and with an earth-shattering force, he slammed the ball over the net. 

It hit the ground so hard that even the team manager, who was watching from the sidelines, gave an approving nod. From the other side of the gym, the coach merely nods at him. His teammates on the bench, throwing a thumbs up. His grin only grows wider.

“Tch. Too easy, babe.” Sukuna said as he landed.

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, look at you. The volleyball prodigy. The greatest of all time.”

“I mean, you said it, not me.” He winked.

Before you could throw a snarky remark back, one of his junior teammates strolled over, grinning. “Hey, you’re pretty good at setting, senpai! Ever thought about joining the team?”

Your eyes widened. “Absolutely not.”

Sukuna, however, laughed. “Yeah, no way. She would probably fight the referee if I got a bad call.”

You scoffed. “Excuse me, I am a civil person.”

“Bro, you threatened a vending machine because it ate your money before we came here.”

You crossed your arms. “That was different. That was war.”

His other junior teammate whistled. “She’s scarier than you, Cap!”

“I know, right?” Sukuna grinned, draping an arm over your shoulders. “That’s why I keep ‘em around. Gotta have someone to fight my battles when I’m too tired.”

You gave him a flat look. “I will actually fight you.”

“You love me too much, babe.” he shot back, tapping your chin playfully.

And the worst part? You couldn’t even argue.

How could you argue, when he’s right?

Because deep down, you knew that through everything he puts you through, all that annoying bickering, all that busy schedules and never having enough time, all those late-night study sessions where you argue, and all grueling practices and games you never got to see.

Ryomen Sukuna was your person, through thick and thin.

And you already knew you were his.

“Ugh.” you groaned, shrugging him off. “Just shut up and spike the ball.”

He laughed, grabbing another ball. “Anything for my favorite setter.”

“Don’t push it.”

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YOU HAD A LOT OF MEETINGS FOR YOU THESIS TODAY. And he already missed you. Perhaps people noticed. Perhaps they didn’t. But he was moping. It wasn’t dramatic, no slumped shoulders or audible sigh. But it was there. 

The quiet shift in his mood, the slight downturn of his usual cocky smirk, the way his scarlet eyes flickered to his phone every few minutes like he was waiting for a message that hasn't come yet. If you were here, you’d have called him out already. Probably teased him about how ridiculous he was being. Maybe poked his cheek and told him to stop sulking, loverboy.

But you weren’t here.

And that was the problem.

The six of them sat around a table at their usual late-night hangout spot, half-empty glasses and plates of food scattered across the surface. Gojo Satoru was leaning back in his chair, lazily spinning his straw around his drink, his sunglasses perched unnecessarily on his nose despite it being well past midnight.

Geto Suguru was mid-laugh at something Itadori Yuuji had said, shaking his head with that signature smooth amusement. Yuuji, oblivious as always, beamed at his own joke.

While Fushiguro Megumi just sighed, clearly regretting every decision that led him here. Nanami Kento, ever the responsible one, merely sipped his drink, casting a side-eye at the chaos unfolding before him.

And then there was Ryomen Sukuna. Sitting at the edge of the group, arms crossed, brow slightly furrowed, barely engaging in the conversation.

“You know, my love.” Gojo drawled suddenly, stirring his drink with a knowing grin, Sukuna glaring at him. “If you miss your babe sweeeetheart so much, you could just call her already.”

Sukuna scowled, clicking his tongue. “I don’t miss her.”

Geto snorted. “Says the guy who’s been checking his phone every two minutes like a middle schooler waiting for a text back.”

“I’m checking for team updates, dumbass.”

“Uh-huh.” Geto smirked, unimpressed. “And the way you’ve been pouting all night?”

“I don’t pout.”

Yuuji, eyes twinkling with mischief, leaned forward with a conspiratorial grin. “It’s okay, bro-senpai. You’re in love. It happens.”

Sukuna shot him a glare. “Shut up.”

Megumi, sipping his drink, muttered. “I feel like I shouldn’t be here for this, senpai.”

Nanami, ever the instigator, took a sip of his beer and sighed. “Senpai, if you’re going to mope like this, at least be productive about it.”

Sukuna groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “I’m not moping.”

“Oh, you definitely are.” Gojo grinned before gasping dramatically. “Wait—does this mean you’re the clingy one in the relationship?”

Yuuji’s jaw dropped. “Oh my God, you totally are!”

Geto clapped his hands together. “Wow. This changes everything.”

Sukuna slammed his hands on the table, face burning as he growled. “I AM NOT CLINGY.”

And yet, as his phone buzzed in his pocket, his hand immediately shot down to check it. There was one new message.

[My Wife]: Miss me, my love?

Ryomen Sukuna blinked, staring at his phone like it had just personally attacked him. The words sat there, glowing mockingly on his screen, and despite himself, he felt something stupidly warm unfurl in his chest. 

You always did this, you always loved this. You liked sending these cheesy little texts at just the right moment, as if you knew exactly when he was missing you most. It was infuriating. It was annoying. It was—

“Ohhh, he finally got a text!”

Sukuna’s head snapped up, his glare cutting straight through Gojo, who was grinning like he had just won the lottery.  Before Sukuna could tell him to shut the hell up, Geto leaned in, eyes glinting with amusement. 

“Let me guess. It’s from senpai, isn’t it?”

Yuuji, who had been stuffing fries into his mouth, perked up. “From who?”

“Oh, come on, Yuuji! Are you already so drunk that you forget?” Geto drawled, tossing an arm over the back of his chair. “Who else could make Sukuna go all soft like that?”

Gojo Satoru’s grin widened. He slammed a hand on the table and whooped, loud enough to make half the restaurant turn their heads.

“LOVERBOY SUKUNA, EVERYONE!”

The words echoed through the room like an explosion.

Ryomen Sukuna froze.

A second later, he flipped them off so fast it was almost impressive.

“Shut the hell up!” he hissed, his face heating up as he shoved his phone back into his pocket.

Gojo, entirely unbothered, just leaned back in his chair, sipping his drink. “Aww, don’t be shy, loverboy. What did they say? Do you miss me, my darling, my love? My heart aches in your absence?”

Sukuna’s eye twitched. “You really wanna die tonight, huh?”

“Pfft.” Geto Suguru smirked. “You wouldn’t kill me. Who else would call you out on your romantic tendencies, captain?”

“Romantic tendencies.” Megumi repeated dryly, unimpressed by the entire conversation. Yet, he snickers.

Nanami Kento, who had been silently observing, took a sip of his beer and sighed. “You could just admit you miss your girlfriend and put an end to this.”

Sukuna scoffed. “I don’t miss her.”

His phone buzzed again.

[My Wife]: Don’t lie. I know you do.

Sukuna clenched his jaw.

Yuuji, peeking over, gasped dramatically. “Oh my God. You totally miss senpai right now, captain!”

“Shut up.”

Another buzz.

[My Wife]: See you later! I’ll come home later. Let’s have late night ramen~

Sukuna groaned, dragging a hand down his face before standing up abruptly. “Shit.”

“Groaning already like this missing her, my lov—”

“Don’t finish that sentence.”

Gojo laughed. “But I want to!”

“WHIPPED.” Geto called soon after.

“PATIENT ZERO OF THE SUKUNA SIMP DISEASE!” Gojo added.

“Tragic.” Nanami muttered. “We’re gonna get kicked out of this place soon, if you keep screaming like this.”

Yuuji laughs. “I’m sure the owner doesn’t mind! I mean, we're they're only customers right now! And we ate a lot!”

Maybe he was a little whipped. Not that he’d ever admit it. But as he checked his phone again, staring at your message, fighting the smile threatening to creep onto his lips. He couldn’t even be mad. Because yeah, maybe he was a little clingy. But for you? He didn’t mind.

“So…..” Megumi started, arms crossed as he stared at the three seniors. This takes Sukuna out of his thoughts. “You guys are really leaving, huh?”

Gojo grinned. “Aw, are you gonna miss us already, ‘gumi?”

“No, not really.” Megumi deadpanned.

Yuuji, however, looked genuinely sad. “Man, it’s gonna suck without you guys around.” He turned to Geto. “Who’s gonna treat us to food now?”

Geto placed a hand on his chest, pretending to be offended. “So I was just a meal ticket to you, huh, Yuu?”

Yuuji nodded shamelessly. “Yeah, senpai! You are!”

“Graduation’s a good thing, no?” Nanami said, adjusting his glasses. “We’ve all worked hard to get to this point. But…” He suddenly glanced at Sukuna, a knowing smirk on his face. “Oh, Cap, have you told them?”

The table went quiet. All eyes turned toward Sukuna, who immediately shot Nanami a warning glare. “Shut up already, Nanami.”

Gojo and Geto perked up together like wolves smelling blood. 

“Eh? What’s this? Is Sukuna hiding something?” Gojo grinned.

“Oho, now I’m curious, Nanami.” Geto added, resting his chin on his hand.

Nanami Kento casually sipped his drink, completely ignoring the way Ryomen Sukuna was silently mouthing, Don’t you dare, I’m not making you captain if you say anything, you punk!

Yuuji leaned in, eyes sparkling. “What is it? What is it?”

Megumi, though not as outwardly excited, was definitely paying attention now.  “Yeah, senpai. Just be out with it.”

Nanami finally set his glass down and smirked. “Our captain here is getting offers to play for the Japan National Volleyball Team. And from several V.League teams, from Division 1.”

The entire table erupted.

“WHAAAT?!” Yuuji nearly choked on his drink.

“YOU SNEAKY LITTLE—” Gojo grabbed Sukuna’s shoulders, shaking him. “YOU WERE JUST GONNA LEAVE WITHOUT TELLING US YOU’RE GOING PRO?!”

Geto whistled. “Damn. A future Olympian among us, huh?”

Megumi raised an eyebrow. “That’s actually impressive.”

Sukuna groaned, shoving Gojo off him. “Goddammit, Nanami.”

Nanami simply adjusted his glasses. “They deserved to know.”

“Yeah, Cap! How were you gonna just keep that to yourself?” Yuuji pouted. “Dude, that’s so cool!”

Sukuna ran a hand down his face. “Because it’s not a big deal.”

“Oh, shut up, it’s a huge deal.” Geto said. “You’re about to play with the best in the country.”

Gojo gasped dramatically. “Wait, does this mean we’ll see you in the Olympics one day? Oh my god, I’ll tell everyone I knew you before you were famous.”

Sukuna rolled his eyes. “I swear, I’m not taking any of you to my games. Also, what the fuck are you talking about Gojo? Aren’t you receiving offers too?”

“That’s cute, you know?” Gojo said, wrapping an arm around him. “You think you have a choice. I’d be there whether I was a player or not!”

Yuuji was practically vibrating with excitement. “Wait, when’s your first official game? Do we get free tickets?”

Megumi sighed. “You just want free tickets.”

“Of course I do! My captain, oh my captain is gonna be a pro athlete! I have to be there!”

Sukuna clicked his tongue, but there was a hint of a smirk on his face. “Tch. Whatever. Just don’t embarrass me when you guys come.”

Gojo gasped again. “So we are invited?!”

“Shut up.” Sukuna scowls.

Too late. The group was already planning how they were going to support him, talking over each other with excitement. And despite Sukuna’s grumbling, there was no denying it—he was lucky to have these idiots around.

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HE DOESN’T KNOW WHY HE WAS HESITATING. But he was. Ryomen Sukuna leans against the counter, arms crossed, staring down at the contract like it personally offended him. The crisp white pages sit on the smooth surface, the official emblem of the Japan National Volleyball Team and the V.League teams staring right back at him, almost taunting.

The offer is everything he’s worked for. Everything he’s dreamed of since he was a kid, chasing after a ball bigger than his hands, swearing that one day, he’d make it. That he’d be the best. He’d risked everything to get here—the grueling training, the late nights, the injuries, the sacrifices.

And yet, he hesitates.

“You’re thinking too hard, ‘kuna, my love.”

Your voice is light, teasing, as you nudge his side. He doesn’t budge, still staring at the contract, but you see his jaw tighten. You lean closer, resting your chin on his shoulder. “This is a no-brainer, my love. You should go for it.”

His only response is a sharp tch as he exhales through his nose. You know that look on his face. It’s the same one he wears after a lost match, after a bad set, after a moment of hesitation that costs him a point. It’s the look he gets when he’s thinking too much, overanalyzing, masking his real concern behind that layer of indifference he wears like armor.

Finally, he mutters, “I’d miss your graduation.” His voice is quiet, but the weight of it lands heavy between you. “You said it was that date, right? The first game for V.League is during your graduation.”

Your chest tightens at that. He says it like it’s just a fact, but you hear the frustration underneath. The regret. Ryomen Sukuna doesn’t say things outright. At least not when it comes to this. He’s bad at being sentimental, but you know what he’s really saying.

Your boyfriend has always felt like he’s missing too much when it comes to you. He never likes it. Hates it, even. That he can’t be there for you the way you are for him. You smile, softer this time, bumping your forehead lightly against his shoulder. 

“And I’d miss seeing you play on the national team if you don’t take this.” You straighten up, turning to him fully. “We’ll make up for it, I promise.”

His gaze flickers to yours, hesitant, searching. He holds it longer than usual, like he’s measuring the truth in your words. “…You sure?”

“Absolutely.” You reach for his hand, squeezing it tight. “I’ll be cheering for you from wherever I am. Whether I’m in the crowd or watching from a screen.” You nudge him gently. “So go. Do what you were meant to do.”

He lets out a breath, shaking his head with a smirk. “Tch. You’re annoying.”

But when he finally picks up the pen and signs the contract, his grip on your hand doesn’t loosen. If anything, it lingers—solid, warm, unspoken reassurance. When he looks at you after, the corner of his mouth twitching like he’s fighting back something softer, you can’t help but smile.

You loved this man too much.

The pen drags across the paper, his signature bold and final. It’s done. There’s no going back now. Sukuna leans back against the counter, exhaling like he’s been holding his breath this whole time. His gaze flickers to the contract, then to you. 

“Well, that’s it. Guess I’m officially a V.League and National Team player. Just gotta call my new agent to send this in.”

You grin, squeezing his hand again. “Damn right you are, my love.”

He clicks his tongue but doesn’t pull away. Instead, he tilts his head slightly, watching you with something unreadable in his crimson eyes. “You’re really okay with this?”

You roll your eyes. “My love, if you ask me that one more time—”

“I’m just sayin’, babe.” he interrupts, lips twitching. “I know you get all sentimental about stuff. Wouldn’t want you crying during your graduation ‘cause your favorite person isn’t there.”

You scoff. “Oh, please. I’ll be too busy collecting my diploma and looking hot in my graduation photos.”

He smirks. “Damn right you will, babe. I look forward to the pictures!”

“I’ll be there for your graduation, though, my love.” You smiled at him. “We’ll take pictures there together.”

“Oh, we better. I’m showing off my hot, beautiful, fantastic, girlfriend—”

“Okay, okay.”  You laugh, but there’s a brief pause after. 

A quiet moment where you both let the reality sink in. He’s really doing this, after all this time, after all his hard work. You’ve always known Ryomen Sukuna was meant for something bigger, you always knew he was born to be a star, to be the very best. 

You’ve seen everything behind the scenes, you’ve known why he got here. You’ve seen him fight, sweat, and bleed for this sport. And now, the world is finally catching up to what you’ve always known all this time. Ryomen Sukuna is a star, he always was. And still, a small, selfish part of you wishes time could slow down. Just for a little while.

Your boyfriend Sukuna seems to read your thoughts because his smirk softens, and he tugs you closer to him by the wrist, until you’re standing between his legs as he leans back against the counter. 

“I’ll make it up to you, babe.” he says, voice quieter now. “After the first game, we’ll do something. Or—hell, I dunno, I’ll send you something on the day.  What do you think? You like flowers, right?”

Your heart does a stupid little flip. “Are you actually offering to buy me flowers?”

He shrugs. “What, you want chocolates instead?”

You laugh, shaking your head. “No, it’s just—you’re bad at this.”

He scowls. “At what?”

“Being sweet.”

He groans, head tipping back. “See? This is why I don’t try.”

You grin, wrapping your arms around his neck, ignoring the way he grumbles. “It’s cute.”

“Tch.” He flicks your forehead. “You’re annoying.”

“You love me, don’t you, my love?”

Sukuna doesn’t respond immediately, just exhales against your shoulder before resting his forehead against yours. When he speaks again, it’s low, meant just for you. “Yeah.” he mutters. “I do.”

You close your eyes, smiling. “I do too.”

He smiles softly. “Good.”

This was what mattered, that was for sure. No matter how far he went, how many games he played, how many trophies he won. At the end of the day, it was still just the two of you, tangled up in each other’s worlds, refusing to let go. And that would never change.

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YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE WORN HEELS FOR TODAY. It was so impractical thinking about wearing this at all while running around like this, trying to make it to the game. No one would have even noticed you wearing sneakers. You huffed and choked as you made a mad dash through the arena like your life depended on it. You need to make it, you need to get there as soon as possible.

The second your graduation ceremony ends, you don’t waste a single second. You didn’t want to. No mingling, no pictures, no celebratory speeches—just a quick thank you! to your professors and a half-hearted wave to your friends before you’re bolting out of the auditorium. Your graduation cap nearly flies off your head as you sprint toward the exit, shoving your diploma into your bag with one hand and hailing a taxi with the other.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket, several messages from your friends asking where you disappeared to, one from your family reminding you about dinner, and a single unread message from Sukuna from earlier that morning.

"Don’t stress about missing it. Go enjoy your day."

Yeah, right. Like you’d ever miss this.

The taxi ride feels endless, traffic dragging on at every red light, and you’re bouncing your leg the entire way. You check the time over and over again, your eyes shaking as you impatiently wished the taxi would just move now. 

Shit. Shit. I gotta make it, I need to make it! You were cutting it close. Your Sukuna’s first official game as a professional volleyball player was about to start, and you refused to be late.

By the time you arrive at the arena, you barely have time to breathe before you’re dashing toward the entrance. People are flooding into the venue, decked out in the merch of the Tokyo Great Bears, holding bright big banners and chanting names of players. It’s loud, it’s packed, and you’re still in your damn graduation gown as you push through the crowd.

A security guard eyes you weirdly when you hand over your ticket. “Uh, congrats?” he says, clearly unsure why someone in a full graduation outfit is here. “Your seat is there.”

“Thanks.” you wheeze, gripping your ticket like a lifeline as you rush inside.

The arena is absolutely massive. The energy is bright and loud and electric. You can feel the anticipation buzzing in the air. Thousands of fans are already seated all across the arena, the voice of the announcers echoing through the speakers as they continue hyping up the game as the players warm up on the court.

And then—you see him.

Ryomen Sukuna, standing on the polished court in his official Tokyo Great Bears uniform, looking completely in his element. His jersey is crisp, the number eight proudly on his back in bold, just down his last name. Your heart skips a beat. He chose eight because you’ve been together for eight years and eight looks like forever, that’s what he told you. 

You take a moment to enjoy your boyfriend’s beauty, as much as your love for him bellows through with you. But rather quickly, you noticed that his signature smirk is nowhere to be found. Instead, it was replaced with something sharper, deadlier. He’s focused on this and only this right now. He’s locked in.

Your heart swells with pride.

This is what he was meant to do.

The people around you start whispering, probably wondering why a random person in a graduation gown is sitting in the middle of the arena like this, but you don’t care. You’re here. That’s all that matters.  

Soon enough, the whistle blows. 

The teams take their positions.

Sukuna steps up for the first serve, rolling his shoulders before tossing the ball into the air. You barely register the countdown, the way the crowd is holding its breath, the announcer hyping up the moment. And almost all the sudden, you forget that he was too focused. 

Because you’re already excitedly screaming his name.

“RYOMEN SUKUNA, NUMBER 8!”

It’s so loud, so unexpected, that a few people near you flinch. Some fans turn to look at you, half amused, half impressed. And down on the court, just for a split second. Ryomen Sukuna hesitates.

You swear he heard you over the roaring crowd because his shoulders tense, and as he follows through with the serve, you catch it—the tiniest smirk curling at the edge of his lips. Your chest fills with pride as you see it.

You made it. You weren’t in the front row. You weren’t in a VIP box. But you were here, watching him chase his dream, just like you always said you would. You are watching him become what he had always worked so hard for. That was all that matters.

Ryomen Sukuna’s serve slams heavily into the opposing court with ridiculous force. The crowd erupts all at once as Sukuna’s serve lands with brutal precision, an absolute missile that leaves the opposing team scrambling.

The scoreboard flashes—1-0, Tokyo Great Bears.

You barely hear the announcer hyping up the play over the deafening cheers, but all you can focus on is Sukuna. He barely reacts to the point, just shaking out his arm as he moves into position for the next play. But as he turns slightly, his sharp eyes scan the stands, just for a split second. And then, he finds you.

Even from across the arena, his scarlet gaze locks onto your own. You know that look in his eyes. It’s the same one he gives you before a game, before a serve, before a moment where he knows he’s about to own the court. Your heart stutters.

You grin, raising your arms and waving wildly. You probably look insane, still dressed in your graduation gown, jumping in your seat like an excited idiot. But the corner of Sukuna’s mouth twitches, his version of a full-blown reaction in the middle of a game. He saw you. He knows you’re here.

Then, just as quickly, he turns back to the match, focusing razor-sharp once more. The next serve comes, the rally starts, and you’re glued to the game. You knew Sukuna was good, so ridiculously good. But seeing him on the national stage, playing against pros, dominating the court like he was born for this? It was something else.

Every spike, every block, every calculated movement. He played like a monster. Like nothing could stop him. The crowd was eating it up. Every time he scored a point, you could hear his name being chanted. Fans were cheering for him, shouting about how insane his plays were, about how this rookie is already terrifying.

You beam with pride. And then, during a timeout, as the team huddles near the bench, you see it. Sukuna, grabbing his water bottle, listening to the coach’s words, before his gaze flicks up to the stands again. To you.

You don’t even think. You just cup your hands around your mouth and yell. “SU-KU-NA! YOU’RE A BEAST!”

A few people around you snicker, but your boyfriend Sukuna just raises a brow before shaking his head, exhaling like he can’t believe you right now. But he’s smirking. Fully smirking. 

Then, as if just to show off, he mouths back at you. "Obviously."

You laugh so hard, you nearly fall out of your seat.

The game resumes, the intensity ramps up, and the Tokyo Great Bears dominate. Every time Sukuna touches the ball, it’s like he’s playing in his own league. The entire team is incredible, but he’s making his presence known, playing with the kind of skill and confidence that makes you certain. This is only the beginning of his reign.

And when the final point is scored, sealing their victory, the entire stadium erupts into cheers.

The Great Bears win.

You’re on your feet almost instantly, screaming so loud your throat hurts. You don’t care about that. You yell his name again, waving like a lunatic, watching as Ryomen Sukuna stands in the middle of the court, surrounded by his teammates, soaking in his first official pro win.

Then, as his teammates pat his back, as the cameras flash around him, as the celebrations continue. His eyes find you one last time. And this time, there’s no teasing, no cocky remark. Just a single, small nod. A quiet acknowledgement.

You came.

And you nod back, smiling.

Because of course you did.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket a little while later. When you pull it out, a single message from Sukuna lights up your screen: "Meet me outside. Give me 5."

Your stomach flips. You practically shove your way through the crowd, ignoring the weird looks from people still noticing that, yes, you’re still in your graduation gown. By the time you reach the arena exit, you’re bouncing on your heels, adrenaline still pumping through your veins.

And then, finally, Sukuna steps out.

His hair is profusely damp from sweat, jersey clinging to his frame, still riding the high of the game. But the moment his eyes land on you, something shifts. His expression softens. Just a little, just enough that you notice. He barely gets a word out before you launch yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“You killed it out there!” you exclaim, grinning against his shoulder. “That was insane, my love!”

Sukuna snorts, arms looping around your waist as he effortlessly lifts you off the ground for a second before setting you back down. “Tch. You’re so dramatic, babe.”

You pull back just enough to look at him. “And you are literally him.”

He raises a brow. “Him?”

“Yes, HIM. Like, the moment, the legend, the pro player who just made his official debut and carried the entire game on his back.”

Sukuna rolls his eyes, but you see the way the corner of his mouth twitches. “Didn’t carry that hard, babe. I’m still a newbie.”

“Shut up, you definitely did.”

He scoffs, but then his gaze drops, scanning your outfit. “…You really came straight from graduation?”

You blink, looking down at yourself like you just now realized you’re still wearing your gown. “Uh. Yeah?”

Sukuna just stares at you, lips pressing into a thin line, and for a second, you think he’s about to scold you for skipping out on your big moment. But then, to your utter shock, he reaches out, grabbing the edge of your graduation cap. He tugs it off your head and twirls it in his fingers, inspecting it like it’s some foreign object before finally giving you a look.

“You’re a fucking idiot.” he mutters, but it’s so fond that your heart damn near bursts.

You grin. “But I’m your idiot.”

Sukuna huffs out a laugh, shaking his head before handing you back your cap. And then, in the quiet space between you, his voice drops just a little. “…Thanks for coming.”

You don’t tease him for it. You just nudge his side, your smile softer this time. “Like I’d miss this big moment, my love.”

He holds your stare for a moment longer, something unspoken passing between you. Then, clearing his throat, he glances away. “So, are you hungry or what? I need, like, ten thousand calories after that game.”

You laugh, slipping your hand into his. “I know a place.”

And with that, you walk off together, the roaring stadium behind you, the future bright ahead.

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epilogue

The brightly lit restaurant buzzes with laughter, the smell of grilled meat and fresh drinks filling the air as you and Sukuna settle into the booth with the rest of the group. Tonight was a double celebration for all of you — your graduation and Sukuna’s ridiculously successful pro debut.

Gojo raises his glass first, grinning like he’s been waiting for this moment all night. “To our favorite rookie phenom and our beloved valedictorian!”

Everyone clinks their glasses together, cheers ringing out, and you bask in the warmth of the moment. Sukuna, on the other hand, just grumbles, “Don’t make it weird.” before taking a long sip of his drink.

But Geto? Oh, Geto is on a mission.

“So, Sukuna…” he hums, scrolling through his phone with a concerning amount of interest. “Did you know your fans have a lot to say about you?”

Sukuna freezes mid-bite, narrowing his eyes. “What?”

“Ohhh, bro.” Gojo cackles, practically vibrating with excitement as he leans over Geto’s shoulder. “You haven’t seen these yet?”

You perk up instantly, curiosity piqued. “Wait, wait, what are they saying?”

Megumi, already tired of all of this, merely sighs. “Do we have to do this?”

“Yes, we do.” Yuuji says immediately, shoving more food into his mouth while watching like this was the best show of his life. “Geto–senpai, get it on!”

Geto clears his throat dramatically. “‘Ryomen Sukuna’s debut was INSANE. The way he moves? The power in his spikes? The confidence??? Absolute KING behavior.’”

Sukuna shrugs, smirking. “Obviously.”

Gojo pats his shoulder. “Congrats, you’re a king.”

Then Geto snickers and continues reading. “‘Also, did anyone see that person in the graduation gown losing their mind in the stands? Cause same, bestie. That energy was UNMATCHED.’”

You gasp. “Wait, they saw me?!”

“They definitely saw you, senpai.” Geto laughs, scrolling further. “Oh, here’s a great one. ‘SUKUNA HAS A NUMBER ONE FAN AND IT’S HIS GIRLFRIEND??? SHE EVEN DITCHED GRADUATION CELEBRATION TO SEE HIM??? IMAGINE HAVING THAT KIND OF DEVOTION.’”

Sukuna groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Oh, for fuck’s sake.”

“Oh, we’re just getting started, captain.” Gojo says gleefully, leaning in. “‘Sukuna is literally a loverboy. The fact that he kept looking for his girl in the crowd??? The way he lowkey smirked when he saw them?? I am sick. Love is real, y’all.’”

Silence.

Then, you burst out laughing. 

Absolutely cackling.

Sukuna looks at you betrayed. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

“You’re—you’re trending as Loverboy Sukuna.” you wheeze, clutching your stomach. “Oh this is better than my love, actually.”

“I hate all of you.” Sukuna mutters, stabbing at his food aggressively while his ears burn red.

“Oh, oh, here’s another one.” Geto continues, barely holding back his laughter. “‘Sukuna plays like a beast but has the biggest heart eyes for his lover. Man’s out there dominating while also making sure his personal cheerleader is watching. A man in love. We love to see it.’”

Gojo wipes a fake tear. “It’s just so beautiful.”

Nanami, who has been silently eating the whole time, finally sighs and says. “I warned you all about this.”

Megumi is shaking his head like he wants to be anywhere else, and Yuuji? Yuuji looks proud. “Man, I wanna find love like that. Captain, can I date your sister?”

Sukuna glares at him, harshly. “Shut up, brat.”

You lean into Sukuna’s side, still giggling. “It’s cute, my love. They’re just saying what we all know. You’re soft for me.”

Sukuna scoffs, crossing his arms. “The internet doesn’t know shit.”

“Oh? Then what’s this?” Gojo grins and holds up his phone. It’s a picture someone took from the game, posted on Instagram by his fans. A moment you hadn’t even realized was captured.

It’s Sukuna, standing on the court, sweat-slick and focused. But what makes the photo perfect?

The small, barely-there smirk he had when he spotted you in the crowd.

Sukuna stares at the image like it personally offends him. “Delete it.”

“Oh, buddy.” Geto smirks. “It’s on the internet forever.”

“Gojo, send me that picture right now!” You say, pulling out your phone. “Need to make it my screen saver.”

“Roger, roger, senpai!”

“Oi, Gojo!” Sukuna barks. “Don’t send it to her, goddamn it!”

You snuggle closer to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek just to tease him further. “But I want it, my loverboy.”

Sukuna groans. “I’m leaving.”

Gojo, Geto, and Yuuji lose it as you laugh, tightening your grip on his arm so he can’t actually go anywhere. Megumi and Nanami shakes his head, but smiles at this. Yeah. This was the perfect way to celebrate.

[sukioyakio]

Part-one Part-two

Coolboyfriend!Sukuna x Losergirlfriend!reader

an: sorry i took long with this one,i got super busy with stuff,but ive been working on the request these past days.I hope yall enjoy this.

please forgive any mistakes.

Wordcount:4,887

You wanted to do something nice for your boyfriend today but You were stressing over what to do for him.But it had to be something special that was for sure.

When he left for work, you went to use your very intelligent brain and do research on dates. And the one that seem the least expensive ahem—a date setting inside your home.

So with a wide girn you were ready. But you needed to have food as well as a decorated table.

So, making steak and some mac and cheese sounds fine. And Plus it something your more familiar with cooking mac and cheese and somewhat steak.

And,two it your not Gordon Ramsay that cooks five star meals effortlessly. Nope let not go there.

But Maybe one day

You check the clock and you had a roughly around 5 hours to get the ingredients.Because your man got an early leave today.

My man

Sounds werid to the tounge but it feels right though.

So walking to the nearest grocery store wouldnt be such a big deal for you.

Right . .

OH HELL NO!- in fact today just had to be fucking 80 degrees outside with little or no wind. Without sukuna you realize how MUCH of help he was;because people were fricking ruthless in transportations.

But even worse at a grocery stores,at least—At the one you were at but damn these people were acting as if another golden tickets from Charle and the chocolate factory were alive!

But thank god you got all the ingredients to make the mac and cheese and the steak. You mentally check that off your list.

Just from walking back from the store had your entire back sweat like an athlete.

‘God Why MUST it be so hot!’ You yelled out in your head.As you continued walking with your grocery bag.

The sun was unrelenting, with the temperature reaching a scorching eighty degrees in the blazing mid-summer heat.

You went from enthusiastic to tried real quick.

When you made it home,all you really wanted to do was take a cold shower and relax.

“relaxing, yea and a nice cold shower and gaming and-“

‘NO we Are not going to lack off now’ your mind screamed at you.As you sighs putting down the supplies at the table.

As you look at the living room and clearly see how much cleaning need to do. You sipe off the sweat and got back together to make this happen.

Your arm got into the ever nuke and crevices of the leaving room and kitchen floor dirty floor and making sure it look spotless.As your nose was not making it any better.

You kept sneezing and better yet,your glasses went falling down onto the floor.

“STOP FUCKING SNEEZING!”as You roared out loud as you rub furiously at your nose.Begging for your body to have at least a few minutes of relief from your running,stuffy nose.

After 2 hours, you cleaned everything out,and did the decorations. Which would probably scared any of decorator at your creation.

Because you put one of your black bed sheet as one of those table cloth covers and you use duct tape to hide the huge fabric that was seen under the table.

And as a bonus point you used one of your favorite lava lamp as a substitute for a candle. The brightest one ever for your hubby sukuna. You snickered thinking of his reaction.

You took a step back and analyze your creation and honestly it look like a cult meeting,but one hell of a romantic cult meeting if you were to say so for yourself.

Simply nodding to yourself.

All done you check how much time you have left. You have roughly about three hours left to cook. THANK god time was with you and your dedication.

And cooking couldn’t be hard after all youtube short made it look easy.Especially the all of these mac and cheese recipe.

Since your intelligent brain picks out the pre-shredded cheese already so you didn’t have to worry about doing all the prep for it.

Yea that was like the number one thing that was told not to do, but Hey it ain’t going to come out bad.

Right?. . .

But one must do what one has to do. And that fucking give up -never mind you push through and boiled the pasta already.That was a one check mark.Now you just needed to blend that cheese sauce.

You threw out the pasta water. And pour the cooked pasta in the pot again- just the pasta no water in there. You hope. .

Afterwards you put the already seasoned sauce into a pot as you mix all the ingredients that was told to do,which was fairly easy. Because who would fuck up some simple steps.

After the mixing for a few minutes you saw the cheese mix smoothly and then the sauce and the smell smelled heavenly.

You gave yourself a small pat at the back. ‘Yeah ut look good!’ As you Nodding with a sly smirk.

Now looking back at the recipe it said to continue to mix for a roughly about five minutes longer,and so you did that but it slowly turned burnt. And why is it sticky to the pot and more rough.

Uhhh- is this’ sweat of nervousness appear.

Is this Tina Belcher’s mac and cheese?

No. No, this was an insult to mac and cheese experts.definitely not you

You inhaled deeply. Exhaled. Closed your eyes

Ok - ok this isnt bad like other people burning the house down, or smoking the whole place. Yea definitely…

No- no! This is better that time,yeah!

You sallows a big glup, already panicking inside.

Then—you do like what any reasonable person in this situation would do.

You grabbed your phone and Googled: “how to fix gritty cheese sauce before I actually started to cry.”

And from guessing what was The first result was gonna say? “Don’t use pre-shredded cheese.”

You threw your head back with a groan; grumbling as you yelled.“I know that google,THANK YOU.”

But then—a miracle appeared.

A lone, hopeful comment buried deep in a forum. A wise internet stranger said:

“Add more milk. Low heat. Stir like your life depends on it.”you eyes are filled with hope. As You squinted at the screen.

“Alright, cheese sauce.You and me.One last round time.your the opps of mines.” You grinned at the shimmer of hope. your eyes only slimmer more with joy at the comment.

With renewed determination, you poured in way too much milk, lowered the heat, and stirred with the desperation of a person who refused to be defeated by dairy.

And slowly… the sauce started to fix itself.

It smoothed out. The clumps disappeared. The burnt part wasn’t… too noticeable if you didn’t think about it.You decided to add more seasoning to it,so you couldn’t just taste the milk.

It was edible.And that? That was enough.

You wiped your forehead like you had just returned from battle. And did a happy dance,because why not.

As you went back to doing the finished work, layering the mac and cheese in an oven pan.

First mac and cheese then mac and the cheese and then repeat until the pan was covered with the cheese.You had already set the oven temperature and now just putting the wonderful god send into the oven.

‘NOW IT THE STEAK TIME’ your mind screamed with pride.Pitting the other dishes into the sink.Seeing the sink made you groan out loud in disgust and pure terror of having to do it.

Just staring at them made you stubborn to do it,but they were gonna be done eventually. .

So you remove your focus on that to the getting a pan for the steaks.

Bending down,as you push back your glasses.Getting the pan out of the cabinet and placing it onto the oven tops. Using your feet to close the cabinet door. multitasking as you place the steak on to the pan.

then the sizzle started and it slowly started to cook the steak.

It was then you realized that you didn't season it and so you quickly sprinkle some spices on the steak.

Now you stood in front of the stove, standing awkwardly as the silence was filled with the sound of steak sizzling.

‘Maybe i should go take a shower and put something nice. . . ‘ you pause before considering.

‘Nuh i have like a hour to do all that’ you mumble underneath your breath.

As you got inpatient and turn up the heat,to now hear loud sizzling sound from the pan. You tried to flip it with the pan as if your at the same level as fucking Gordon Ramsay.

The plan was to use the oil to cook the sides but seems like the oil wants to fight with you. Oh no not fight but bring war to you.

“AHH WHAT THE FUCK!OW!OW” You scream in pain as you snatched your hand back.Holding it like it was a baby.You quickly kiss it like how your mama would.cardling it into your chest. Whimpering in pain.

‘omg pls dont show a burn mark or it will show with the dress -i cant loss my only huzz at this ass cooking’ you mumbled.

As you look at the oil sprinkling out of the pan.

A loud gulp echoes throughout the kitchen. intentionally glaring at the oils that literally cooking your steak like a villain would do to a hero.

‘Yea no,let get gloves on’You blankly said in unison with your thoughts. As you searched through the cabinet for some glove.

After a few more second of searching you found it. And now your prepared yourself for the hit oil.You take a deep breath that probably fog up your glasses up after you instantly drove in and turn off the Oven top.

Flip the streak to see .. . Such a beautiful color of dark brown.

As your hope for this meal to taste good wasnt looking so good. But Hey at the steak isnt raw.

Like the last time. . .

Now placing the steak in two place and covering it with another plate to keep it warm. And place it on the table.

You rush to grab your phone to use that you have one hour left. And that hour was use to go take a shower and get dressed nicely.

————— Walking up stairs to the apartment,as each steps he took echoes throughout the stairwell.As he opened to the according door that had his apartment floor number. He was glad that his (and yours) apartment was near the stairs.

As he stops infront of the door getting his keys,almost robotic.He’s fucking tried.He had to fucking sit down on and deal with fucking youngsters who thought they could deal with the pain of a tattoo’s. Cramping his neck and hands.

Because they wouldn’t stop moving.He shakes his head.

‘I would finally get to relax’ he says as he opens the door,staring down at the ground and taking his shoes off. And then place his backpack on the mini table near the door entrance.

What he immediately noticed was the delicious smell flowing throughout the leaving room.It was alarming for him because knowing you.As he closed the door.

“Im here . . .” Sukuna announced in the darkness. In a tried voice. Face furrowed down in confusion.

The room is dark,having him staring hard but he knew his home like the back of his head.

‘It fucking dark here,and quiet as fuck’ he thought,as his face turned into a frown. He sighed hard with exhaustion. He really doesn’t have the energy for your poo-a-boo ass try to scare him challenge.

As he walks a few steps in into the leaving room.

You were behind the counter of the kitchen,you wanted to see his face. (As if you could see him clearly from how dark it was)

But it like your stupid wish come true,because almost immediately his crimson eyes turned into your direction.

Your body jerks up,as fears creeping into your skin.Sukuna literally has such a killer face,almost deadly. ‘Can HE SEE ME??’ Your mind screamed.

You take a peak out to see sukuna is still standing. Your body relaxes just a bit.

It like this man is some ninja.

You closed your eyes regretting this scared attack of your. FUCK this man can be scary as crap.And decided enough of playing around. You were about to turn off but his deep voice echoed through the room like someone yelling in a cave.

“Boo . .” His hot breath came from behind you. Your body jumps out its own skin,as you turned already to see a set of red eyes glowing in the dark.

“AHHH!! WHAT THE FUCK!!” You screamed with a gasp.As you hold your chest,from bursting out in fear.And the other holding the counter.

“How!-What?! You were just there-You scared the living shit out of me!Kuna!” You rapidly announced,with your breath losing it oxygen it needs. As you move your head around to see where red pairs of eyes were.

“Hm” Sukuna say in a unbothered voice.As he walks towards the light switch,wanting to see you clearly then the darkness.

‘This man had to be a ninja or something!’ You mumbled. Then your eyes wince from the sudden switch of color. You blink for a few more seconds.As a short realization come to you.HE TURNED ON THE Light!

“WAIT!!”You shout at him. Who was standing there with an empty expression.As you clearly feel his intense glaze. Making your cheeks flare up.

“What women?!” Sukuna barks back with a questioning expression.His arms crossed. Eye focused on you,looking up and down.he wont lie that he completely memorized by the dress.The way it made you glow in a way he never see you in.It grabs all the right places,even your little tummy-

“WAIT I DIDNT WANT YOU TO SEE ME YET !!” You shouted once more as you covered your dress like it would covered everything. After saying that you fricking wanted to verbally screamed at how cringey that was. Your eyes twitched.

“What women!!?” He shouts back to you again,his tone hold no anger.Seeing your face with a weird expression. Then shaking your head.You were one confusing and complexing person he knows.

But that what makes him like about you.

You shyly twisted your hands.Awkward laugh sip out your lips.As you glance up. “I -i wanted to surprise you-So Close your eyes!” You demanded in a soft tone. Making him roll his eyes.

He huff out in annoyance. “You made the food?” He asked with a little head tilt. Just for you to respond. “No..” you grumble. This man can’t even do a simple thing.

“Then did you order it?” He questioned again with his red eyes glowing with amusement. As you wanted to verbally choke him,the dress is so tight on you,and the food is going to get cold.

“No” You answer with an attitude. “Then what,women” Sukuna respond.

You groans out loud,annoyed. “Yes-no,god just close your eyes!!” You shouted,as you drag your hands down your face.

Sukuna lips pull up in a smirk as he already knew the answer by how much dishes they were in the sink.

“Alright,women” he says as he closes his eyes. Making you sigh in relief.

‘This man doesn’t make my life any easier with trying to surprise him’ you said in your mind.

“Wait there okay!” You exclaimed out loud.As you walked into the kitchen that to grab the two plate.And bringing it to the beautiful design table.And taking off the lava lamp. To show its beautiful cult looking table.

As you walked back to grab sukuna.You paused for a moment to pull down the dress Because it kept getting sucked and making stuff uncomfortable.

“How long are you going to take,women” sukuna grumble,as you huff out back. As you grab him softly,taking him to the table. “Okay when i say open your eyes you open them okay??!” You said with a overwhelming joy.

“1”

“2”

“3-“ “-Im not some fucking kid women”He grumbled with scoff. As you mimicked his words. “You could Open them now!” You shouts with a smile,striking a pose.

His red eyes opened,as it blinks for a seconds to recognize where the fuck was he looking at.

“Ta da!!”A glowing shine of a wide smile plastered on your lips.Your voice and face was the very opposite of what the rest of your date looked like.

“Why the lava lamp,women when there literal fucking candles in the spare closet” Sukuna replies bluntly.As he pinched his nose. The idea of you doing this for him was a nice feeling in his heart instead of annoyance.(that a lie)

“No matter! Jezz you are a party surprise worst nightmare” you Your cheerful voice echoed throughout the house. A glowing shine of a wide smile plastered on your lips.Your voice and face was the very opposite of what the rest of your date looked like.

He huff out,his red orbs staring at your eyes then glancing away.

“you must have been worked yourself . . . thanks” you couldnt help to lift an eyebrow at his comment making you only staring at him with a big smirk on your face.

Sukuna blush as he cover his face with his palm. Grunting as you tiptoeing to lean more into him “no,nonononon REPEAT yourself sukuna~~~ i want to hear it again louder!”

you sing it out in an teasing tone.Putting your hands on your hips. Sukuna eyes twitched in annoyance “shut the fuck up.punk before i go to sleep”

you gasp at his comment.

“Oh hell no!i cant have you do that” You shake your head.As you drag him into his seat, his whole body is stiff but goes along your way but it like his lips has it mind of it own-pulling up into a sly smile when your around.

He’s stomach filling with up butterfly at your presence. At a weirdo and a loser. His loser;the same girl that has him listening to your podcast long sessions of game theories. And the one that loves that talking and explaining every book that you read.

That has him playing games with you just to lose against him.That has the smartest brain cells to explain him something as simple as a biology textbook.

That what makes his cruel and grumpy heart beat for your love.

Now looking at his food you made for him,grabbing his fork and spooning some of both of the food.

The steak is kinda burnt but decent . The macaroni is cheesy but… good.He nodded slightly in amusement. Eyes close as he enjoyed the flavoring touching his tongue.

But that compliment dry out when you had spoken in the comfortable silence.

“Have you ever thought that I could have put some rat poison or poison in it? ”you hummed peacefully.Pushing your glass up. The glow of the lava lamp was shimmering your dress and face like star.

You gleamed at him with innocence staring him down like a hawk.As you continue to eat your plate of food like what you had said wasn’t concerning.

He’s eyes side eyed you and bluntly said “no” loooking back as you laughed loudly almost coughing hard. Sukuna stern,rolling his eyes.Huffing a laugh at your dumb actions.

“Dumbass” he mutters.

You heard it, and looked offended. “and what MADE you think i didn’t?!?” You asked genuinely as you contince to chuck another stake down your throat.

Sukuna stare blankly like it was a dumb question. Staring at you up and down,shaking his head.

Before saying “Because women, your not the type of person to even kill anyone. I mean look at you-you literally started to reenact an anime fight scene.” He says with a straight face his voice casual. As you listened to him,and your cheeks flush with embarrassment.As you thought he was done but nope.

“And then wanted me to help you with making the fight noises . . . So no” he finished,his face staring at you with an obvious expression.

You object.

“H-Hey!! I could kill . . Oka-AND THAT WAS LIKE ONE FRICKING TIME SUKUNA!!” You admitted with a face full of embarrassment.As Sukuna raised his eyebrow in disbelief at your words.You continued on with your glance away from sukuna eyes and into your hands that were rubbing against each other.

“Plus i wanted to reenact it since y-you didn’t want to cosplay with me . . You little asshole” you resorted with a weak tone. As you knowing damn well it hasn’t been only one time.It was many-maybe plenty when you’re bored. But to be honest,your boyfriend is always lying in bed scrolling doing nothing.

And asking the man- holy shit. That was the real pain.But it was the funniest thing we had did that night.

Sukuna took another bite of the mac and cheese, chewing slowly. His red eyes flickered from the plate to you, and then back to the plate again.

You were watching him like a hawk, nervously playing with the hem of your dress. “Soooo… how is it?” You tried to sound casual, but the anticipation was killing you.Putting your glasses more firmly onto your nose bridge.

He swallowed, licked his lips, and let out a deep sigh, setting the fork down. His face was unreadable. Then—

“It’s edible.”

Your jaw dropped. “EDIBLE?! That’s all you have to say?!”

He snorted, clearly amused. “What, you want me to start crying tears of joy? Women, it’s food. You want a gold star?”

You threw your hands in the air. “I SLAVED AWAY IN THIS KITCHEN, SUKUNA! ALMOST DIED FROM OIL ATTACKS! I FOUGHT FOR MY LIFE AGAINST THAT CHEESE SAUCE! AND ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY IS ‘EDIBLE’?!”

Sukuna leaned back in his chair, watching you with a lazy smirk. “First of all, don’t yell at me like you’re on a reality cooking show. Second,” he took another bite, “the mac and cheese is good. Steak is a little burnt, but it’s fine.”

You squinted at him. “…Is that your version of a compliment?”

“Take it or leave it, nerd.”

You grumbled under your breath but still felt a little triumphant. He didn’t hate it. That was a win in your book.

He kept eating, glancing at you occasionally. “Why’d you even go through all this trouble anyway?”

You shifted in your seat, suddenly feeling a little awkward. “I dunno… I just wanted to do something nice for you. You’ve been working a lot, and I figured… you deserved a nice night.”

He blinked, then looked away, rubbing the back of his neck.His ears turning a red color “Tch. Dumbass.”

A slow smirk crept onto your lips. “Oh my god. You’re blushing.”

“I’m NOT.” He barks.

“You so ARE.” You counter with a huge smile

He groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I swear to god, if you don’t shut up—”

“But it’s so cuuuute~! You look very much like a fricking cat!”You leaned in closer, batting your eyelashes dramatically through your glasses.

Sukuna rolled his eyes but couldn’t fight the way the corner of his mouth twitched upward. He reached out, flicking your forehead lightly. “Shut up and eat, loser.”

You giggled, rubbing your forehead with a pout. “Rude.”

The rest of dinner was filled with playful teasing, snarky remarks, and comfortable silence in between. Sukuna might have been a grumpy bastard, but the fact that he was still sitting here, eating every bite of the meal you made, meant more than words ever could.

To you it just meant that you got his heart and that this date was so worth it. (And to him;he has to say seeing all this stuff and it to be for him made his cold stupid heart beat.)

And when he reached out to steal some of your mac and cheese, you knew. That it was good.

Tonight was perfect.

Hope yall have a great day.

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Water is Thicker Than Blood Chapter 33

So neither deuce nor Yamato, im sorry to say :) but now i know NONE of you were expecting this guy (he is a canon character btw)

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“Ass?” Is one of my fav gags that ive had saved up for a while, im glad its finally free!!!!

Everyone please read the keep reading :) 👇

I rigged it~

i bet you guys werent expecting i pull out one of the least known characters in all of One Piece for this silly little comic!

But~! ☝️

i do my research~~~

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At the time of posting this, the results could not be closer, which has been a very thrilling ride for me to watch with Overseer Knowledge.

I'd say that those who voted 'Another Canon Character' get half credit, since no one guessed the character correctly. Who ever voted 'OC' also gets half credit, cuz i meann... This guy doesn't have a canon design. He doesn't even have a canon name! So even though he is a canon character, i am going to count him as a KOC (kinda Original Character)

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Yamato Girlies, thank you for showing up [i hand you a bouquet of flowers, each] if it makes you feel any better, i already have Yamato content with design and headcanons galore in this post!

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As for Deuce Girlies...

[i hand you guys bouquets as well]

im so sorry... but... I've never read the Ace Novels :D

I'm sure if i had, i would have put him in here somewhere as a major character, but I didnt, and i couldnt

it is very evident by the reactions i got on the post that yall are Starved For Deuce Content!

i designed a modern au look for him here just for you guys :)

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I've put a lot of foreshadowing on who this guy is in the comic! I would love to point it all out, but i wanna see if you guys get it with hind sight :D

i will point it all out eventually though 👍 perhaps at the next SBS :)

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Thank you all so much for being so invested in my silly little comic! it makes me really happy to see everyone get passionate about something I've been working really hard on!!!

This was all so much light hearted fun :) thanks again!

bonus unshaded/ less shaded Emmanuel design:

so you can see his colors~

[qwimblenorrisstan]

(your girl is back and better than ever with a new chapter. took me a while to make this but please don’t hate simon💔 I think i accidentally made his internal monologue very conflicting, plus reader is going THROUGH IT, hate to leave yall on a cliffhanger but…enjoy?)

tw: mentions of rape, forced injection, punching, doctor, implied assault, panic attack, derealization, fighting, dysfunctional pack dynamic, omegaverse, lying, manipulating, illegal medicine, drugs??, mental breakdown/spiraling

Simon Riley was used to being alone.

It was the way he’d grown up, surrounded by nobody but his hateful father, his quiet mother, and his troubled brother.

He’d been the quieter one in school, though rowdy and easily riled up. Minding his business, for the most part. He didn’t need an unnecessary fight, especially not when he had too many at home already.

Broken glass at home stained the walls, seeping into the brick until not even the fresh start of his recruit days, the long bus ride to his very first training camp, where he stared out the window and wondered if this was the right path for him. The sky had been dark that day, raining hard, hitting the windows and slamming into them with a force beyond the punch his face took, the pain slamming him back into the moment suddenly.

“You left them!”

Johnny had come into his room late at night, not the nest, Ghost hadn’t slept there for a few days now. From what he heard, the alpha was still hiding away in the room, plagued by parasites of a weakness they couldn’t control.

Soap had almost been avoiding Simon.

Of course, he’d noticed, the previous bright-eyed smiles replaced with little glances, judging, piercing, as if trying to find the answer. The hugs and pats, the kisses, the little scenting, replaced by an eerie emptiness that made Simon, hell, made Ghost feel entirely alone.

Price was cooped up in his office. Working himself to death, doing background checks, and research, when he wasn’t hanging onto Kyle with a desperation Simon hadn’t seen before.

Kyle was maintaining a subtle distance from him. The two of them hadn’t always been the closest, but this was different, he knew.

At least Ghost tried telling himself Soap was simply affected by the bullet in his brain, that differences in behavior and cognitive functions had been put down as symptoms, that PTSD could play a role, panic attacks, that the Johnny he knew may never be back again.

He’d been assigned as the handler of Soap, with Price already under enough stress handling the aftermath of the mission.

“It’s likely he may have outbursts of violence, or sudden displays of unusual behavior or activity.”

The doctor’s voice had explained, monotone and flat, not particularly interested at all. As if this wasn’t a miracle. As if it wasn’t good enough.

Simon never liked doctors.

There was a difference, in his eyes, between being unaffected by death and killing, it was easy to kill someone, but then saving someone? It was incredible.

To bring a corpse with glossy eyes back to life and bring a human being back from wherever you go after you die, was a feat that Simon had never thought possible.

But they’d done it to his Johnny. And here this doctor was, acting as if it was his normal 9-5.

Simon had swallowed his feelings down, his pride down as well, as he found himself doing much too often these days, and nodded stiffly. Jaw clenched and fingers in tight fists, itching for something.

The man droned on, pulling a small card from his white coat pocket, the card having an email and number, something Simon could recognize as contact information, and handed it to him.

“If he has any serious episodes, where he poses a risk to himself or others, contact us and we’ll take him back into the hospital indefinitely.”

Simon had pocketed the card, later setting it under his thin mattress for later.

“They needed you! And you left!”

Soap’s fists pounded into Simon’s chest, the height difference almost laughable in any other situation.

Johnny’s scent was dark, deep like molasses, with a bit of a sour tang to it that made Simon’s nose wrinkle. He could still smell your scent wafting off of Soap, the man had spent nearly an entire day sitting in your room with you.

Too attached too quickly, if you asked him. You may never recover, at this rate. Not with the past trauma, or the consistent symptoms despite nearly a week having passed by now.

“They had a goddamn panic attack because I scented them, you think they wanted me there? They didn’t need me.”

Simon knew what he’d done was wrong. He’d been forcefully scented before and knew what it felt like to have handprints burned into your skin that would never leave. He didn’t know your full past, but he knew enough to understand your reaction.

You wouldn’t have wanted him there. Surely.

Price should’ve been there, he was their main omega, strongest scent, the leader of their pack. Price should’ve been there.

It snuck into his tone, the subtle accusation, and Johnny paused just to step back a moment, tear-stained eyes, that sent a pang through Simon’s heart he didn’t acknowledge, staring in disbelief.

“You’re blaming this on Price?”

The angry Scot yelled, launching a fist forward that Simon caught, carefully moved his arm to his side, and forcefully held it there. It was for his own good.

“Stop. You’ll rip a stitch.”

Simon muttered, glowering as he moved, looking around at where he knew by heart where the wounds were.

He knew he was overcompensating, doting, and looking strictly after Soap, watching his every move, because his instincts wanted him to make sure you were okay first and foremost. It was a truth he couldn’t ignore.

Except, well, he could ignore it.

“You’re worried about me? I’m not the one bedbound, hardly eating, that hasn’t left the same room in a week.”

A moment of silence as Johnny stared at him in fury, shoving him off, and turning to storm away.

Your scent was left lingering in his room. He’d grown to hate it. It wasn’t unpleasant, simply a harsh reminder of the fact that Soap, his Johnny was drifting away from him.

Simon was used to the bitter taste of loneliness on his tongue, but he wasn’t used to having something so sweet given to him, only to be stolen away.

It wasn’t fair.

He’d become friends with Soap through missions, saving each other’s asses, stupid jokes, bleeding wounds, and bullet holes, but you were drawing Johnny near just because you were some sad little alpha, taking advantage of his instincts.

Taking advantage of him.

And now Simon Riley was losing his friend, comrade, lover, all because of you.

If he thought about it, maybe that had been your plan all along. Plant the seeds against him, draw the others in by manipulating their instincts, till you slowly replace him.

The door slammed shut, and he was left alone in his room, thoughts spiraling in a harsh whirl until he stumbled over to his medicine cabinet, grabbing his heat suppressants, a blacked-out list of risks and symptoms (he didn’t ask questions, it wasn’t like he got them legally anyway), and popped some in his mouth.

The others thought he had simply had many of his omega qualities tortured out of him.

A lie.

Unimportant, though, compared to what they all faced now. Simon needed to stop this, whatever was happening between you and Johnny, whatever you were doing to him, changing him.

He walked to his mattress, the floor spinning slightly until it stopped, and lifted his mattress, grabbing the business card and giving it a closer look.

Grabbing his old, cracked phone, he decided he had a call to make.

~

Johnny had been coming to visit often, staying the night more often.

The thin military blanket was beginning to smell like him, it helped that he scented it as often as possible when he wasn’t busy gently inching his way closer to you, testing the limits.

The lights weren’t as bad now, but the primal part of your brain still itched and clawed at your every action, controlling and demanding, convinced you were in danger.

Constantly being in a state of fight or flight was exhausting.

Not to mention that the state of fight or flight meant reduced saliva production, deeper breathing, dilated pupils, increased heart rate, and more symptoms that made surviving harder than it had been before.

It was like you were hibernating. Sleeping all day, waking up in a haze with fog in your brain, drinking nearly a gallon, and eating as much as Kyle could get you to, before collapsing again.

Your Sympathetic nervous system was working overtime.

Johnny had stayed with you, told you stories to pass the time when you had been even semi-conscious and not trying to fight him.

“You know, Simon, the big assface who made you freak out in the first place?”

You vaguely remembered him. The big boy with the skull mask.

“He’s not tha’ bad, really. I mean, fuck, I’m pissed at the bastard, but I love ‘im, you know?”

It had made you shift up a little, foggy brain clearing a bit in the present moment as Johnny sighed, rubbing at his eyes. He looked like he’d been crying.

For some reason, you didn’t like that.

The emptiness of the room seemed to disappear for a moment, as you inched forward just a bit, moving towards him. You hadn’t been in control of yourself in quite a while, instincts running your body in order to survive.

Johnny didn’t seem to notice, sniffling, rubbing at his eyes, and leaning back as he stared at the concrete ceiling with 8,738 freckles of darker grey. You’d counted.

Being stuck in your head meant you had a lot of spare time.

“I just—he’s always tryin’ to act tough, never wants to talk with me, I just wanna help him, you know?”

The crushing atmosphere of the room seemed to lighten, like you’d been pulled suddenly from the bottom of the Marianas Trench, and were floating high above it all now, as you reached him, wrapped your hands around him.

This time, it wasn’t instincts making you do it. Protective mode kicked into overdrive by something you couldn’t control. No, this was because this was your friend, your family, your pack.

And he was hurt.

By “Simon”.

Your tongue lay uselessly in your mouth like lead, eyes sullen as they draped down onto the floor, eyelids slowly swooping down until you could simply smell his salty tears and his scent, upset, troubled, anxious.

It didn’t make you lean away, or wrinkle your nose in disgust or distaste. Your scent had been worse, you knew, and he’d never shown a lick of judgment for it.

It lifted for a moment, the haze, the feeling of being in danger and needing help, as he leaned into you, and you cradled his warm body, the slightly overgrown ridiculous mohawk, the scruff of his face rubbing gently against your arms. His warm tears pooled on your shirt, body leaning limply into you, sobs shaking his body.

For just a moment, everything felt all right.

Good, even.

A moment of silence came, where both of you seemed to simply melt into the world, only to be shattered moments later when he wiped his tears, going to try and hold you back, only for his brows to furrow when he touched your face.

Your head cocked slightly sideways at the confusion in his expression, and he moved, sitting up, seeming suddenly alert as he hurriedly wiped any remaining tears away and laid the back of his hand against your forehead.

“Hell’s bells, you’re burning up. Gotta call the doc’—“

You went to object, panic building up, scooting away from him. You didn’t want to see the doctor. You didn’t like doctors, how they poked and prodded, touched what wasn’t theirs, did their fancy tests with their gadgets, so desensitized to it all.

Before your mouth could even open, the door slammed open, and Johnny was on his feet in half a second, staring down the man in a lab coat, accompanied by two armed men.

“Sergeant MacTavish, we would appreciate your cooperation in this matter,”

Johnny sighed, running a hand through his hair, his other hand gesturing towards you.

“Good, you’re here, they’re burnin’ up, doc, something’s gotta be wrong, I mean with their sickness and all that shite—“

The look on Soap’s face visibly changed to confusion and a hint of anger when he saw Ghost lurking behind the three men up front, mask on, deep brown eyes watching everything happen as the armed men moved forward, taking Johnny by surprise as they shoved him against the wall.

He struggled, kicking and flailing, eyes widening as one of the men pulled out a syringe.

“The fuck is this-? Ghost, call ‘em off! I didn’t do a damn thing, tell them!”

He yelled frantically, struggling as the needle was pushed into his neck, fluid injected as he grunted. He glanced over at you, huddled in the corner of the room, watching with wide eyes and a hand over your mouth.

“Ghost!”

He glanced at Simon once again, confusion in his cloudy gaze as his limbs slowly began failing him. The doctor stepped forward, pressing a hand against your forehead, frowning when you clawed the hand off.

“Simon?”

His vision went blurry, shapes turning to blobs of color, until everything went black, the last thing he heard being,

“…them as well. We’ll need to find the cause of the fever.”

~

Kyle hadn’t seen either Ghost or Soap all day, which was odd, considering they were usually wondering about the base, especially Soap at this time.

Usually, Ghost would’ve hit the gym on base by now, maybe gone to Price’s office, where Kyle was currently seated, savoring the scent of his Captain before it faded in the coming week.

The door opened, and Ghost walked in, pace just a bit faster than normal. Kyle perked up, brows raising in surprise as he set down the file he’d been browsing over, the alpha’s extensive background, and psychological testing results. He’d read it until it was burned into his skull.

“Gaz.”

A gruff greeting, but a hint of surprise in it. Kyle studied Ghost for a minute, his stiff posture, clenched fists, the look in his eye. It was odd, but they all had their own ways of coping with the recent events, he supposed.

Everyone was stressed.

“Ghost.”

A tense moment of silence.

“Where’s the Captain?”

Gaz casually set the folder back in its designated filing cabinet, as if it hadn’t been high above his clearance, high enough to get him disciplinary action even from Price. A little snooping never hurt, after all.

“Out on a mission, surprised he didn’t tell you. Short notice, I guess, he’ll be gone for a week’s the word.”

He mentally reprimanded himself for making an excuse for Price. That wasn’t his job, nor his place.

Ghost gave a slow nod, clearing his throat, and almost seeming to hesitate before speaking.

“Soap’s been…admitted.”

Kyle raised a brow at that. Soap had been doing well up until now, as far as he’d seen. Bonding with their alpha, slowly healing pack relations.

“Any particular reason why?”

“Had an episode. A bad one.”

Kyle grimaced at that. They all had their fair share of PTSD, but he couldn’t imagine how hard it would be to be shot in the head, maybe have an entirely different personality, to deal with the aftermath of that. He couldn’t imagine how hard it was on Ghost to have to make that call.

“Guess that means the rut-partner responsibility’s shifted.”

Price had originally been in charge of any rut a potential team-alpha went through, as long as both parties were comfortable with the arrangement. With Price gone, and your closest contact here, Soap, clearly not in the mental state to do anything, it was between Ghost and Gaz.

Ghost was a higher rank than Gaz, meaning the responsibility fell on his shoulders.

Kyle watched the realization dawn on the man, the way he unconsciously almost seemed to fiddle with his fingers, as if nervous. The Ghost was never nervous. He’d shared heats with Soap before, albeit after a bit of warming up to each other.

His behavior had been strange all day, for quite a few days, now that he thought of it.

Something was off. But he didn’t know what yet.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

[uwu-bxtch]

||I’M A GOOD GIRL OFFICER|| k.n.

summary :: “everybody knows that i’m a good girl officer.” OR detective!nanami is suspicious of you murdering your husband and you need to convince him otherwise.

content :: film noir au, detective!nanami, nanami kento x reader, suggestive, mentions of murder, quid pro quo, fem reader

a/n :: guys i was tryna go for those old timey detective films. film noir is the proper term. i hope yall like it, should i do a part two?

it’s late into the night when nanami kento finally has had enough of looking at paperwork. with a loud sigh, the detective stands from his desk and walks towards his mini bar. pouring himself a shot of whiskey, he contemplates the case at hand.

Jin Takeshi, the town’s most well known business owner, mysteriously died two days ago. being the best in his league, he was put on the case. all clues point to his wife, but no one would believe him. he’s been suspicious since she first appeared in his office with the cops. he just needed to find a way to prove his hunch. with another groan, he downs his shot before placing the cup down with a clank.

“a man who knows how to hold his liquor, i like that.”

he didn’t even hear you come in. kento looked behind him to see the devil herself.

“mrs. takeshi, how did you get in here?”

you hold your hand up to your chest, feigning sadness.

“please, (y/n) is fine. that name only hurts my heart more.”

unaffected, kento continues to give her a blank stare, waiting for her answer.

“you’re suspicious of me, why?”

leaning against his desk, kento quickly looks you up and down, analyzing your body language.

“your husband is dead and you’re my only witness, how do you explain that?”

you shift a bit in your big fur coat, avoiding his tense gaze. truly, you didn’t think you’d get this far but now wasn’t the time for any hesitation.

“i didn’t kill my husband, honest, mr. nanami.”

“yet you were so quick with his funeral.”

“he was a good man, detective!”

you might’ve gotten too defensive, noticing kento’s slight brow raise.

“you weren’t upset with him at all?”

you frown, faux offense written on your face.

“I loved him, he treated me goo—“

“then how do you explain this, miss.”

dipping his finger in his cup, he approaches you and wipes your under eye makeup, revealing a nasty bruise. he noticed it when you first showed up with the cops two days ago, but decided to look past it that day, not wanting to put you through more grief. you gulp nervously, not sure how you were going to get yourself out of this.

“seems like he pushed you past your limit that day. finally had enough?”

“h-how did you—“

“your husband was a prominent figure, so of course i did extensive research. gossip, articles, you name it. your neighbors are quite chatty.”

kento steps back to his spot on his desk.

“well, what’s a girl like me supposed to do stuck with a man like that?” you plead, voice dripping with desperation.

“i don’t know miss, but at the end of the day you killed a man.”

your eyes begin to prickle with tears.

“please, sir, i won’t survive in jail!”

you look into his eyes to find some type of sympathy, but he avoids your gaze. suddenly an idea pops into your head.

slowly, you open up your coat, clearing your throat to get his attention once again.

“you seem like you know how to treat a woman right.”

once your coat falls to the floor you make the short trip to the man. in nothing but a red lace panty set, you push your body against kento’s.

“ma’am this is in—“

you gently press your pointer finger to his lips as your other hand starts palming at his bulge.

“i bet you can take care of me real nice. let me take care of you and we can forget this whole exchange, yeah?”

kento gulped, his cock growing harder every second. yes, he wouldn’t mind cracking you right over his desk, but this was unprofessional. he was better than this. he looks down at you and his resolve instantly crumbles at your doe eyes looking up at him. a ghost of a smirk appears on your face once you notice his demeanor fall slightly.

kento’s hands travel up from your ass to your waist, giving you ass a slight squeeze on their way up.

“is that a yes big boy?”

your voice was dripping with seduction. nanami closed his eyes, letting out a quiet ‘damn’ before leaning down to kiss you. his kiss was hungry but gentle. nothing but the quiet smack of your lips filled his office. the hand still on his bulge started to work on his zipper until you hear the door open.

“mr. nanami i’m heading out for the—oh!”

you instantly jump off the man, scrambling to cover yourself up with your coat. the secret gasped at the scene before her. the victim’s wife and suspect mackin it with the lead detective was not a good look. you quickly rush your way to the door where the secretary was still standing in shock.

“i should get going now, thank you for the meeting mr. nanami!” you hurriedly walk out of the office, leaving a disheveled kento and his secretary to stare at each other.

“i’m sorry you had to see that,” kento clears his throat, adjusting himself to look more presentable.

“see what? i’m heading out, calling in sick tomorrow too. don’t overwork yourself mr. nanami.”

the secretary also hurries out the room, leaving nanami alone with his thoughts.

what the hell did i just do?

MASTERLIST :: PART TWO

[urautismdiagnosis-wistie]

THE OIL RIG: "Octo-Alert" Ch. 1, 4/4

gonna be honest with yall I did this page first so thats why it looks different and the speach bubbles are weird. Anyways i recommend reading the description and dialogue below the cut as it provides more context <3 please enjoy and feel free to comment/reblog

Kwazii: "Well yeah? Its not like us pirates aren't able t put up a proper fight- I mean I don't, not really, but I am still a real pirate ye know. There's ways to get around it though..."

Damn they didn't know pirates were real 😔😩🙄😒 bruh everyone but inkling and peso went "yeah this guys just a nuerodivergent excentric lil guy" 💀 but newsflash everyone, modern pirates are real 😩👍 <questions about kwaziis pirate practices are welcome>

Image 1:

Kwazii, shrugging it off with a bit of concealed anxiety: "Well yeah? Its not like us pirates aren't able t put up a proper fight- I mean I don't, not really, but I am still a real pirate ye know. There's ways to get around it though..."

Panel 1:

Barnacles,tweak, and peso stare at him in various kinds of confusion. The captain...is wondering what on earth his tiny friend means, tweaks just... blankly processing, and peso is- well peso is either about to immediately spiral or give himself the medical diagnosis of "haha yeah this isn't happening."

Kwazii, lightheartedly scoffing: "Oh cmon! WHAT is with yer faces?' He rolls his eyes softly, "Maties if I didn't know any better id think ye hands didn know us pirates were still around 💅"

Captain barnacles, oblivious trying his best cuz this man is living off a hope and a prayer: "Uh-Oh! Well-" yeah barnacles doesn't really know how to explain "I thought u were just a weird lil guy like that, maybe u got it from ur grandad or something" "I- I WASNT aware?" -\0_0/- *shrug*

Kwazii absolutely offended and flabbergasted because," what do ye mean-"

" I've spoke of it plenty!" (Internally) Are they saying they don't think I be real pirate?? Do they- do they NOT THINK PIRATES ARE REAL? Asinine- they've gotta be addled-

" Ya've met me grandad!" (Internally)Why aren't their faces looking like they get it. Oh no-

The next exclamation comes out more trembling and almost insulted and hurt-"And all of me tales??"

(Internally) Why they be GLANCING AT EACHOTHER LIKE THAT FCK-

kwazii:"YER NOT SAYING YE DIDN BELIVE IN ME PIRATE PAST?!!"

This is where everything in kwaziis like began to spiral because this entire comic is going to be me taking him from a lil creek that overflows sometimes and straight into a damn hurricane.

Thus come everyone's little reactions to kwaziis rambling lil outburst of shock and pirate sadness. They're literally just talking to eachother and not even him. Hes just sitting dejected in the background as every word just feels like a tiny stab straight into his ego and his heart.

Tweak, not trying to judge but like kinda lowkey judging but not in a mean way: "WELP, I mean I sure was uh, although n all that back in middle school- so who was I to say aynthin? Hm, still like that stuff to be honest, so-

Shellington, the pure lil guy he is as genuinely ans truly as ever: "Owh! Well uh, ah dennae ken, I just sorta assumed it was a- history interest? .... enjoyable hobby or uh, chosen lifestyle?"

Because really, guys its the 21st century who in the 21st century really believes pirates with swords are real anymore. Not the scientists and stem majors and what not in the ocean research and protection team, APPARENTLY.

Dashi who, is actually feeling bad because like- oh she KNOWS how not being taken seriously feels- no she can tell how serious kwazii is about this- so she's just sort of uncharacteristically blabbing and trying to soothe his feelings:

" Well i mean I knew you were a pirate- i mean like I didn't think that pirate pirates were a thing but like you know thats cool and fine, I mean probably because YOURE cool and fine and-"

Shes just really trying to protect her jewelry and accessory besties feelings 😔🙏 dashi will handle any rough situation with a calm mind but the second SHE feels like she didn't something wrong it all goes ot the window 😔 we love you girlie

professor inkling, obviously knows, and states so with a confident and cool demeanor: " Of course, I've known my boy!"

Inkling carries on, "Pshht," he dramtically flicks a tentacle," Why in my old traveling day I'd come across for too much NOT to know that."

Peso, who really just wishes he could just be under a blanket right now but is.. putting the pieces together, good for him, " Ooohhhhh...I remember being nervous when we first met- but everyone just acted so NORMAL about it! And kwazii was so nice too so- so I just never really said anything, because it must be true, I dont think he'd ever try to lie."

Oh peso, my darling darling peso. This is why you had such bad anxiety for such a long time (slay character development but this happens pretty early on), ya keep every doubt to urself and then believe every scary story 😩 you do got that medical braincell tho good for you

Kwaziis just sitting there reliving the past 2 or 3 years wondering oh 🤡 am I joke. Anyways yeah dont worry this still love and respect him, silly guy tryna be what he thinks is a pirate or actual genuine pirate 🙏

Lmso this is so dumb but enjoy its like 12 am so I hoped u enjoyed the midnight silliest induced commentary baiii

[sunflowerandstrawberryspice]

CARMEN SANDIEGO? In 2024? It's more likely thank you think! Please excuse the shit quality for some reason I wasn't allowed to upload the normal pdf and I had to upload a fucking screenshot???

So my friend convinced me to watch Carmen Sandiego and since he's watching ALL of Ninjago for me I thought it was the least I could do to watch four season of a show with a pretty decent concept but uh... yeesh, don't get me wrong the show is really fun but lord have mercy does it have problems especially the last two seasons which were just so wildly disappointing to me. It went from a show with an interesting look on morals to pure pro-cop and mostly black and white thinking so quick (that not mentioning the breaking up a found family full of people with abandonment issues) it was honestly just so disappointing so me and the friend who introduced it to me decided to rewrite it! (I will not be animating nor do I plan on doing more than MAYBE a comic or art piece here and there because my chronic pain ridden ass can not handle that much lol)

The main goals are to:

1) Flesh out characters that aren't Carmen and actually give them reactions based on their lived experiences and how they might realistically react instead of what the show needed to move the plot along

2) Having characters other than Carmen be actually relevant to the plot the main one being Chase Devineaux who we're gonna kind of have as a parallel to Carmen (trust me yall) as kind of a "What if Carmen didn't have her friends/family to ground her and fall back on" but for all the Chase fans out there (gods I hope there's some other than me) he will be getting a happy ending but bro is getting put through the RINGER first

3) Have both A.C.M.E (now standing for Administration for Containing and Monitoring Evil) and V.I.L.E be the bad guys. Also just as an extra bit of fun we're making VILE a full blown cult, they were very cult like in the show so we're just gonna make it one. Both are going to be very morally questionable and while it'll take a bit longer for ACME to show it's true colors don't you worry they definitely will ;)

4) We're doing canonical lgbtq+ rep, I know the show teased a lot of relationships and really only gave yall background gays not to say thats bad but we can do better than just a brief shot of a damn taco truck. I mean like come on in a story about a young woman going against the government for the greater good why not put some rep into it ya know!

5) We're making it light sci-fi, not like SUPER high tech but definitely beyond what we've got currently, as shown with Carmen's prosthetic, and don't worry I'm doing my research as a disabled person I know how it feels to be misrepresented or ignored so I want to make sure I'm being realistic

6) PLAYER ISN'T GOING TO BE A CHILD! I don't know if this bothered anybody else but to me it was really weird that this 16 year old's only friends were in their 20s!

Alright I think that's what I'm gonna say for now, I'd love it if yall tuned in for updates if your curious since this is a passion project for me and my friend and we're having a blast writing it!

As always I am still working on stuff for Ninjago cause I could never abandon my one true love, currently there's a Pixal drawing in progress (it's giving me hell T-T) something for Cole and Geo, and something of Sora MAYBE even Euphrasia if I'm feeling up to it.

Having said that I hope yall have a great day/night and PEACE OUT!

[diorsluv]

die for you , part 2

“ no point in turning off the lights ”

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→ yourusername FYM MY HANDS WERE LITERALLY NUMB.

username26 first post in so long that trev HASN’T liked 😭😭

wyattjohnston_ LMFAO DID HE DROP YOU ON YOUR FACE AGAIN

→ yourusername no 🤬

→ ilia_quadg0d_malinin AGAIN?? last time i didn’t drop her on her face it was just her head 😔

_alexturcotte it’s the next vasilisa and valeriy in the making

→ yourusername how the hell do you know who they are????

→ _alexturcotte i’ve been doing my research 😈

→ yourusername then maybe you’ll be a better skating partner because CLEARLY it isn’t ilia

→ ilia_quadg0d_malinin BRO IT’S NOT MY FAULT YOU WERE ALWAYS TRIPPING

→ yourusername HELLO??? YOU LITERALLY TANGLED YOUR SKATES IN MY BLADES

→ ilia_quadg0d_malinin SAYS THE ONE WHO CRACKED HER SKULL OPEN TRIPPING OVER HER LACES AS A KID

→ yourusername THAT’S A FAMILY LIE I SWEAR

→ ilia_quadg0d_malinin THEN WHY DO THEY ALL CALL YOU LACEY FUCKING DUMBASS

→ yourusername they like to bring up my past trauma… 😔

jackhughes someone’s a little jealous

→ username84 😟

→ username55 TREVOR?

→ username23 IS THAT WHY HE DIDN’T LIKE THE POST

→ username93 mhmm and who are we talking about here let’s be REALLLL specific 🤨

username44 all trevor’s friends are dropping the fattest hints rn

username92 AWWW yall are so cute

→ yourusername no not cute i think he’s trying to murder me

matt9duchene you better come back home before we play the ducks

→ yourusername I WILL I WILL don’t worry 😔

→ hhinee i know you wouldn’t want to miss that oppurtunity

→ yourusername i won’t miss it i swear

mush__27 don’t put the poor kid to labor

→ yourusername ur right.. if he couldn’t lift my luggage how could i expect him to lift me up on the ice

→ ilia_quadg0d_malinin stop calling me weak 💔

miroheiskanen hold on is he the guy you’re talking about?

→ yourusername WHAT NO i would never date his ass

→ ilia_quadg0d_malinin when did this turn into you bullying me

username3 i’m sensing a glitch in the matrix why hasn’t trevor liked the post

→ username76 he’s too busy being jealous of ilia 💀

username34 ilia looks so done

username20 we need you to perform the routine RN

jasonrob19 your mom was looking at my phone and now she’s asking if you got severely hurt

→ yourusername yes i got really really severely hurt and i need motherly assistance rn

jamiebenn14 this isn’t the boyfriend?

→ yourusername NO HE’S NOT 😭😭

→ wyattjohnston_ it’s the other ice sport

→ tseguin92 speed skating??

→ logan.stankoven no the OTHER other ice sport

→ jpav8 ice soccer?

→ t.harley48 the other OTHER other ice sport

→ matt9duchene ohhhh curling?

→ yourusername oh my god…

colecaufield blink twice if you’re being held hostage

→ ilia_quadg0d_malinin BLINK BLINK

→ yourusername he’s just trying to get attention

→ ilia_quadg0d_malinin ????

username47 tell me you’re considering doing pairs again 🙏🙏

→ yourusername idk about that one… (please god no)

nickrobertson01 remember when you fell on top of me and almost cracked my head open when we were kids

→ yourusername remember when i said i have 10x more blackmail on you than you do on me 😍

→ jasonrob19 actually i’m the one with all the blackmail

→ yourusername shhh you know nothing

trevorzegras

liked by jackhughes, colecaufield, yourusername, and 292,268 others

trevorzegras 🦆🦆

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jackhughes numero 11 stays on top 😮‍💨

→ colecaufield 22 is arguably better

→ _alexturcotte u just doubled the number bro

→ colecaufield bc i’m doubly better???

→ trevorzegras uhhh is that even a word

username31 is trevor in his aesthetic era???

username97 i love the ducks but their jersey is such a jumpscare

yourusername let’s go fucks

liked by trevorzegras

→ yourusername oh my god i meant ducks

→ yourusername there goes my reputation

→ colecaufield i love the anaheim fucks 🔥

→ ilia_quadg0d_malinin i wasn’t gonna comment on the post but.. how’d you manage to screw up this badly

→ _alexturcotte tell me you’re stupid without telling me you’re stupid

→ yourusername WHY ARE F AND D RIGHT NEXT TO EACH OTHER

→ trevorzegras LMFAO that’s cute

username25 bro really thought he could sneak in that lipstick stain pic

→ username72 more evidence that him and lacey r dating fr

mush__27 excited to play you next week!

→ trevorzegras thanks man

username2 oh lord the stars are commenting now

colecaufield when you come to montreal we’re gonna have a nice long chat in a dark closet where there’s nowhere to hide

→ trevorzegras oh

→ trevorzegras again?

→ colecaufield “again”????

→ _alexturcotte oh it’s okay i already did that 🤗

wyattjohnston_ 🦆

→ trevorzegras ⭐️

_quinnhughes i hope you know i’m praying on your downfall

→ trevorzegras i’ll be forever grateful. 😐

username67 they gotta be fucking on the dl

username21 tell me she’s not getting railed after every game like hello?? insta interactions don’t lie ❌

→ username50 that’s so specific.. 😰

jamie.drysdale we will we will quack you ‼️

→ trevorzegras ducks wannabe 🙄🙄

→ jamie.drysdale okay i see how it is..

lhughes_06 $200 is on the line dude

→ trevorzegras you’re the ones placing bets it’s not my fault if you lose all your money 🤷‍♂️

→ jackhughes $250 now cuz u mentioned it to him 🙄

→ _quinnhughes i’m gonna be SO unbelievably rich

anaheimducks and when did you go on a cruise?

→ trevorzegras 🤫

→ anaheimducks 🧏‍♂️

→ masonmctavish23 please for the love of god stop mewing it’s not funny

tseguin92 i got my eye on you kid

notes ) ew ew ew i don’t like it but it is what it is

tags: @dancerbailey3 @lexihowardsgf @bunbunbl0gs

[botanical-garden-system]

🌺Intro to the Garden🪷

Hey yall, we are the Botanical Garden System!

We like using this platform to basically post how our experiences with mental health impact us—whether this is ADHD, trauma, MDD, OCD, or any other issue we have fought with. Most posts will be surrounding psychological research in trauma and dissociation, experiences or symptoms I have had, and general psychology resources I have “sailed the seas” to access in my craving for knowledge

I left my asks open and made a post expressing my answers to questions [here’s the post talking about this more]. You can pretty much ask whatever!

Spam/Reblog account: @botanical-gardens-system (we will post our responses to reposts and wonderful comments you guys have added thru that now. I genuinely read every reblog and have teared up with the amount of stories, love, and comfort you guys have gotten from my posts).

Music account: @botanics-beats (It’s kinda dead rn, sorry yall)

Our spam/reblog blog is where we house all posts we reblog. Usually there isn’t much text unless I am reblogging a response someone posted that I found important. Generally everything is system-related, but it sometimes has repost of other stuff like memes or something political.

DNI Criteria/Boundaries:

There is no DNI. DNIs are kinda useless and instead I will just block you if I don’t feel like I want to interact with you, and feel free to block me if you think I am violating any of your DNI. I never check DNIs really and I’m sure not many check mine. Just please don’t be a dick.

Bodily we are 20 years of age, and we would prefer having minimal interactions with minors in any dm setting. This page is safe from NSFW posts and content, so it is safe for minors to interact with, but we would much rather private dms and conversations be with other adults.

Understand I do not care about syscourse. I think it is a useless argument and it’s very frustrating to know it encompasses a good 50-70% of all content I see on here. I do not care to entertain discourse or debates on what you think is right or not, that’s not at all what I focus on in my studies.

Regardless of beliefs, this is going to be a safe space, and I do not want anyone being rude to people who reblog or comment on my posts. If I am uncomfortable with you, then I will block you at my discretion.

While I am not enforcing it, I would kindly ask you NOT to tag my posts with syscourse. That’s not a tag I want my posts to be under because I generally do not want to be roped into arguments. I’m not gonna block you if you have/if you do, it’s just a preference! I know some people reblog my posts under the tag as awareness, so this isn’t really some hard rule or anything. This just isn’t really a debate account, and you don’t get to be a dick to me because of a fabricated discourse issue I couldn’t care less about.

Fun facts about us/More Info on us:

We are working on a bachelor’s in psychology and want a master’s in nursing!

The ultimate goal is a master’s in nursing with a focus in PMHNP and a doctorate in clinical psychology. Being able to fund myself well through being a PMHNP and enjoying my research/teaching/helping through clinical psychology would be the most fulfilling life I could ever ask for.

We are a huge advocate of sharing and distributing free educative sources, and we have entire folders full of nearly 100 different resources we will gladly share!!

Since we are so big in psychology, our entire account is more psychological-science oriented to better understand our’s and other’s personal experiences. Our approach is always going to be empathy and understanding first.

Identity wise, queer is the best way we can describe ourselves.

A lot of us are generally agender, asexual, and aromatic, but we do have some alters who are pansexual and/or are a separate gender. Generally we are transmasc-neutral and the safest pronoun would be he/him. Neopronouns and xenogenders are fucking awesome and some of us do in fact use them!!

We are currently in a happy relationship right now!

We are traumagenic and experience the higher end of the dissociation spectrum (DID).

We do know our “origin” term would be considered traumagenic concerning our personal history. Our dissociative experience is very complicated and we have often felt alienated within the community, so we try our best to share feelings we hope others find comfort in. Honestly have no idea how to keep up with headcounts because our system doesn’t fully work like that but at least 10 have fronted on numerous occasions.

If there are any other adult systems that would like to interact, I would be happy too!

We’re friendly, I promise!!! However, this account is our only social media-related connection. We do not talk outside of this blog and are not associated with anything else! That being said, we do not feel comfortable sharing our simply plural unless you are someone we know deeply.

Tagging system for organization purposes:

“ #Omg a hit tweet /silly ” (more like a personal record to keep track of my top posts so I can respond to everyone/look at them)

“ #Botanical

[surzel]

(Kind of a ramble about the CUI in Worm? Please, if I made any mistakes or yall have your own opinions, let me know. I probably fucked up at least one fact or said something wrong, and I'm open to being told about that)

I wish that Wildbow did a better job with China in Worm. I don't have much room to stand on when it comes to authority on the topic, being a white dude from the midwest, but I think simplifying the entirety of China (or, as Worm has it, the CUI) into a xenophobic nation with a cape team that is meant to be evil and a weird metaphor for communism???

Until the Yangban show up in that one Interlude, I genuinely do not think the CUI was mentioned before in the story. And the concept of how the Yangban's powers work is sick. A group of parahumans who split all their powers amongst each other? Lays the groundwork for amazing sequences and ideas and everything! "Oh, but they're xenophobic and evil and all that. They were right about the PRT though, but still Evil Chinese Parahuman Team".

I think one specific issue I have is that we don't even seem to learn how the CUI was founded in the first place? Why happened to make it suddenly switch back to being an imperial nation, let alone a "Union-Imperial"???

Also how anti-cape the nation supposedly is. According to Wildbow many nations in Asia are anti-cape, "esp. Russia, CUI".

However, despite that statement, we see that conveniently Japan is seemingly pro-cape like America, and India is even shown to have a whole different system for capes. But Russia and China are conveniently actually evil and anti-cape and they have these military cape groups instead of traditional heroes???

The whole thing reeks of minimal research/effort being put into it, and a use of modern day (circa 2010s) politics being used in a setting where said politics shouldn't exist in the same form. If the world split from our timeline in the 80s, why do the foreign politics and governments of Russia and China mirror their real life counterparts and not an actual alt-timeline?

(Note: None of this should be somehow taken as endorsement of modern Russian or Chinese governments. Russia's government sucks for obvious reasons (the war, for instance), and I have not done enough research to definitively take a stance on the modern day Chinese government, but from the bits I've heard (such as their mistreatment and potential attempted genocide of the Uyghurs) I don't see them in a very positive light)

[sillyfoxlady]

Pac reading

Messages from the Universe

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Pile 1 Pile 2

Pile 3 Pile 4

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Pile 1

Tarot: 10/Cups ☆ Sun ☆ Hermit

Oracle: Refuel • Get Grounded • Trust Your Path

Message: You are in an excellent space with the 10 of Cups and the Sun card. These cards represent satisfaction and opportunities for growth and success. With the Hermit card, we can see either a mentor or a time of solitude. Your message today is to rest, rejuvenate, and refuel. You need to take the time to keep your cup filled and your needs met. Continue in this area while also getting grounded, literally on the ground, and in reality. Also, the universe is offering you encouragement with the message of trust your path. You know your goals and the path you must take, so own it and trust your intuition. You are the right track and I'm wishing you the best!

Pile 2

Tarot: Tower ☆ 7/Swords ☆ 4/Pentacles

Oracle: Maturity • Conciousness • Vision

Message: Ok, deep breath, I can tell you are under a lot of stress and betrayal and financial frustration. I can feel the dense energy in this pile, and I need you to breathe with me and take a moment to recalibrate. You are being congratulated on your maturity and strength of character. This time has been incredibly rough for you and you are handling it better than you think. Also, the universe is inviting you to delve into consciousness and to reclaim your vision. You have been distracted by all of the danger and stress underfoot and are being invited to delve inward and remember why you started this journey. You haven't been abandoned and justice sees what you have been going through, your enemies will be held to account- you will be both vindicated and liberated. Don't lose hope, you're doing great!

Pile 3

Tarot: 9/Wands ☆ 6/Swords ☆ Devil

Oracle: Goddess • Wormhole • Sanctuary

Message: Ok, I can tell yall have been going through it with the 9 of Wands. The good news is that with the 6 of Swords, we can see this situation clearing, and an opportunity for rectification is possible. Now, we have this Devil card, which leads me to suspect that may be an underlying issue at hand, not necessarily addiction, but the situation feels like it. You are being invited by the universe to address this issue because this is your opportunity to fix the problems. You are being advised to either consult your goddess or even to channel your inner goddess. Now, this is a specific message, but in the wormhole, you'll find your sanctuary. Now I have an impression that you may portal hopper whether you realize it or not, but please meditate on this message, and you will receive answers.

Pile 4

Tarot: Hanged Man ☆ Moon ☆ Knight/Pentacles

Oracle: Meditation • 3rd Eye • Fire Elemental

Message: I can see that you are feeling stuck and lost without clear-cut answers. The good news is that help is on the way! This practical and dedicated peer is ready to get in there with you to help you solve this problem. With the moon and the meditation card, you are being guided to trust your intuition and seek clarity from within. Don't struggle to escape, but use the moment of pause to gain clarity while help arrives. In particular, work on utilizing your third eye. Fire elementals may be significant to you, and if it isn't now, you may want to do some research in this area. I'm not sure what the exact message is, but this is where you are encouraged to start meditating. You are on the right track, and you will receive help, so hang in there!

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[sysmedsaresexist]

hey fellas it's me again

systemscringe is using this horrible essay (https://text.is/pluralkit-) to say that systems shouldn't use pk (and by extension simply plural) even though it's blatantly wrong, promotes the "evil alter" stereotype at the end, and DOESN'T EVEN HAVE AN AUTHOR

this stupid essay made me think that sp wasnt something i should use (and sure, its not good for SOME people, but it can be helpful, and it is for me). now that i am using it ive been able to learn more about my system and fronting triggers and i really dont want any other systems to go through what i did.

i would debunk it myself but i feel like yall have more reach than i do, and i also know youre more researched than me and would be able to do a better job.

if u could help that'd be great :)

Sigh. Systemscringe back at it again, making things more difficult for literally everyone. First things first:

Pluralkit, Simplyplural, and anything similar are NOT inherently harmful to people who dissociate.

They’re also not inherently helpful, either.

To say they are always harmful will confuse people on how to recognize the signs of increased dissociation. That makes it harder for people who are actually harmed by using these things to get help. It also invalidates people who are genuinely helped by these tools. These tools do not inherently prevent integration. For some people, tools like these can help them recognize and work with their systems, which is necessary for reducing dissociation.

"To be an integrated human, as Dan Siegel (2010) insists, requires 'differentiation—with linkage,' that is, it necessitates the ability to make distinctions between different parts of the self, to name them as parts, but also to link them to other parts and to the whole of which they are a part." - Healing the Fragmented Selves of Trauma Survivors, by Janina Fisher, Page 21

To say that Real Dissociative(tm) people don’t use these tools is utterly false, a bad excuse to fakeclaim people, and they know it; these tools are popular as hell in the online community, and many people, even people who eventually found them harmful, have used them. Can we please put this “faker” shit to rest so that actual productive conversations can be had?

Personally, I think that there's a lot of things to critique about both pluralkit and simplyplural (hereafter just called pk/sp). They're not perfect -- nothing is! I'd love to have a nuanced discussion about how they can be helpful and harmful to different people and why, but often it feels like I can't have discussions like that. Not when just using pk/sp gets entire subreddits calling you a faker, not when systems who simply dislike pk/sp get called "sysmeds," not when we approach these things as either Always Good or Always Bad.

In reality, how helpful or harmful pk/sp can be is an entirely subjective matter. It's a personal issue to your system and your system alone. I know systems who find pk/sp to be very helpful and I also know systems who find them to be unhelpful, even harmful. In my own experience, I've found that pk/sp made my symptoms worse. So, I just don't use them. It's literally that simple.

Notice how the essay makes such broad sweeping statements about pk. They don't say that it can increase dissociation between alters, they say that it will. They don't say that it can lead to delusions, they say that it will. How about instead of jumping to conclusions, we actually ask the community what their experiences are? I’ll get us started:

I also notice that the essay states that the functions of pk go against treatment recommendations, but I don’t know a single clinician who is using pluralkit to treat their patients. AFAIK, they’re correct that it’s not really an accessibility tool, but it’s also not a therapeutic tool either? So, I don’t understand why they’re judging it like it is one? It’s just a discord bot, dude. It’s not that deep.

I don’t want to glance over the harm they’re talking about, though. Stuff like pk/sp can reinforce dissociation. You can have an unhealthy relationship with them. That’s not specific to pk/sp, though, it can be like this with anything seemingly innocuous. I know some people who self-harm by reading fanfiction…doesn’t mean that everyone who reads fanfiction is self-harming, or that fanfiction is universally harmful. That's why, instead of telling people pk/sp are Bad and Always Harmful, we need to spread awareness so that people actually know how to recognize actual harm and take care of themselves. That’s why I’ll leave this post off with a list of some red flags. Anyone is free to add on, but remember that these are potential signs of harm. If you think your use of pk/sp is harmful or unhealthy, please investigate that with a professional or close loved one!

Some red flags that pk/sp may not be helping you:

Episodes of dissociation, switching, and/or memory loss became more frequent or severe after you started using them

They make it harder for your system to cooperate; you all feel less connected than before

There’s more conflict within the system than before

You feel pressured to say who is fronting or when a switch happened, even if you don't actually know

You feel pressured to create a profile for system members that you don't know a lot about or are unsure if even exist or ones that specifically don’t want a profile

You sometimes wish you had more system members so that you could have more proxies or profiles

You or system members feel like you aren’t allowed to have your privacy or anonymity

You feel like you can't talk in discord servers that don't have pk

Using them makes your system members feel less real / less connected as a system

Using them is the only thing that makes your system members feel real / more connected as a system

You don’t really want to use pk/sp but you feel like you’re a faker or doing something wrong if you don’t use them