#seriously tysm for your additions

[cybergothvox]

Thats excellent to know, thank you for sharing your experiences! And I definitely agree with you.

Its honestly really upsetting how people try to rewrite history like that, as someone else also around at the early stages before kff were a big deal I definitely saw a ton of real kin use these things but I just said idk maybe kff invented it bc it seems impossible to know for sure who used it first but for one it doesnt really matter since real kin do use it, and two tbh real kin using it first honestly makes more sense.

The biggest thing is real kin use it and often are harassed by their own community for it and it can male the community really unwelcoming both for new members who dont know the discourse and for older ones who remember the terms being fine. And I feel like people should care more about preventing harassment and being a welcoming community than if someone 'looks fake'

'I kin x' is less clunky linguistically and we need to stop assuming people are kff just because they use kin as a verb. Its a very natural way to say it and I struggle to phrase it in other ways. In general people need to stop assuming that red flags for kff (such as kin as a verb, and ranking how much they feel their kintypes, saying kinnie) and assuming they definitely are kff. Languages and practices started by kff have been picked up by genuine otherkin especially younger ones who come into the community and dont know how to tell otherkin from kff. They still identify as their kintypes even if they copy kff practices.

People dont come into the community with a community history degree.

[nhaaauyen]

⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨ The Ghost of You ୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆

"This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong // To love that well which thou must leave ere long." -William Shakespeare (Sonnet 73)

PART II: MY HEART DREAMS

zombie apocalypse sevika x reader au!: sevika was the super soldier; a killing machine driven solely by survival. you were nomadic, constantly searching for something in whatever was left of the world—till you met her.

series masterpost: part I // part III // part IV // part V // part V

wc: 7.1k author's note: ahhh tysm to everyone reading!!! your comments literally make my day and the taglist DAMN!! seriously I'm so grateful <3 also i apologize for this chapter being so long, i tried to stfu but it still ended up being 7k

One thing you should've realized sooner was that nothing escapes Sevika's notice in Zaun. 

You were barely a week into your new routine, legs burning as you struggled through your morning run. The only sound you could hear was of blood pounding in your ear—and the addition of a rumbling engine approaching from behind.  

You whip your head back, unsure if your ears were deceiving you but there it was, a truck filled with Sevika's scavenging team catching up, with Sevika herself leaning out the passenger window.

"Pick up the pace, pantry girl!" she shouted, her voice laden with amusement. "At this rate, you'll be old and gray before you join my team!"

Her crew howled with laughter as they sped by, leaving you red-faced and fuming in a cloud of dust.

Now, weeks later, you collapse onto the grass beside Caitlyn, both of you panting heavily after finishing your lap around the neighborhood. The memory of Sevika's taunts still burns, spurring you to push yourself harder during training.

Just as you're about to ask if you should do another lap, something ice-cold presses against your neck. You yelp, jerking upright in surprise.

A dark-haired woman hovers over you, a familiar smirk playing on her lips and a frosty water bottle in her hand. "Still jumping at shadows, I see," she teases. "I'm not sure I can use someone so easily startled on my team."

You glare up at her. "That's rich, coming from you," you retort. "Your late-night victory parties make it impossible to get a good night's sleep around here."

"Feeling left out? The invitations open, you know. Just bring your own drink."

"How about an invitation to join your team instead?"  You counter.

Sevika laughs, the sound was simultaneously frustrating and oddly captivating. "Maybe focus on not tripping over your own feet first, pantry girl."

After you finish your training for the day, you take a quick shower and make your way to the pantry for your shift. But as you approach, you notice something odd - your name isn't on the schedule. Again.

"That's the third time this week," you mutter.

Caitlyn notices your confusion. "Maybe they're cutting back on hours?" she suggests, but her tone is uncertain.

With your unexpected free time, you find yourself spending more time with your makeshift family. Family dinners were something you always had, but for the first time you didn’t have to worry about where or what your next meal would be.

Powder chatters animatedly about her latest inventions, while Caitlyn asks questions that make the kid’s eyes go wild with excitement. Vi listens with a mix of amusement and pride, occasionally ruffling her sister's hair.

Vander sits at the head of the table and he interjects with the occasional piece of wisdom that makes Vi interrupt to remind him that they were too old for lectures or dad jokes, drawing laughter from the group.

As plates are cleared and the conversation winds down, Powder asks to star gaze again, which Vander wants to say no to when everyone has work tomorrow. But then he looks outside and he’s reminded that things weren’t the same, you could afford the leisure to enjoy the skies now.

So you all move to the roof, continuing your evening under the stars. Powder points out constellations, making up stories for each one. Vi playfully argues with her interpretations, while Caitlyn offers more scientific explanations. You lean back, taking in the moment, feeling truly at peace for the first time in a long while.

As the night deepens, drowsiness sets in. One by one, you bid each other goodnight and retreat to your beds.

Morning arrives sooner than you'd like and you meet Caitlyn early, both of you squinting against the bright sunlight as you make your way to the training grounds. The morning sun warms your face as you and Caitlyn wait on the grass for Grayson to arrive with your sparring partner. You're chatting idly, speculating about who it might be when you hear approaching footsteps.

Your eyes widen as you see Grayson walking towards you, but it's the figure beside her that makes your breath catch. Sevika strides across the field, her presence somehow always able to steal your attention. She's wearing dark wash jeans that hug her legs and a sleeveless, tight black tee that shows off her toned arms with her usual red shawl draping over her left side.

Grayson offers an apologetic smile as they reach you. "Sorry we're late. There was a situation to handle."

Sevika merely grunts, barely acknowledging you and Caitlyn. Your heart races—if she was here to watch you were so screwed, there was no way Sevika would let you have a match without her snarky comments. 

"Marcus was supposed to be here today," Grayson explains, "but it seems he's... incapacitated."

You and Caitlyn exchange knowing looks. It's not the first time Marcus has been too drunk to show up, and frankly, you're relieved. Even when sober, he's a total ass.

"So... who are we sparring with?" you ask, though you have a sinking feeling you already know the answer.

Grayson gestures to Sevika. "Someone owes me a favor."

Sevika rubs her head, clearly annoyed. "Can we get this over with?" she grumbles.

Grayson chuckles. "She's just grumpy because she's hungover," she explains to you, then turns to Sevika with a raised eyebrow. "Which you wouldn't be if you didn't drink like it's water."

Sevika scowls, softly as she crosses her arms. "It's my day off," she retorts. "You never come to my parties."

"I drink on my own time," Grayson replies primly, adjusting her stance.

"You're too much of a goody two shoes," Sevika snorts, rolling her eyes.

You and Caitlyn look at each other in shock, from the fact that the two captains are bickering like siblings and they’re going to be sparring with Sevika. 

"Sevika?" Caitlyn sputters. "You want us to spar Sevika?"

"It's better practice for you two - Sevika has years of fighting experience. You can learn some new techniques today,"  She reassures. "So, who's first?"

"I'll get it over with," Caitlyn acquiesced, her voice steady despite the nerves you can see in her eyes.

As Caitlyn approaches the sparring area, Sevika reaches for her shawl. In one swift motion, she removes it, and your eyes widen in shock. Where you expected to see flesh and bone, there's instead a gleaming bionic arm. 

Intricate gears and pistons are visible beneath panels of transparent material, offering glimpses of the arm's inner workings. As Sevika flexes her fingers, you can see these components whirring and sliding with precision, each movement accompanied by a soft, almost musical hum.

Sevika doesn't react to the stares, her face stony as if this reveal is inconsequential. You feel a pang of guilt for gawking, but you can't help wondering - was this a war injury, or a result of the walkers? 

Caitlyn recovers from her shock like you do, now both of you feeling more intimidated by the strength and skills of the woman before you.  You watch as Sevika easily deflects Caitlyn's first attack, countering with a move so fast you barely see it. Caitlyn hits the ground hard, she barely has any time to react when Sevika strikes again.

"Come on, cupcake," Sevika taunts, using Vi's nickname for Caitlyn. 

The use of the nickname catches both you and Caitlyn off guard and she narrowly dodges a punch.  You had no idea how much Sevika had been paying attention to your group.

"Is that all you've got?" The captain says smugly.

As the sparring continues, you find yourself studying Sevika's every move. The way she anticipates Caitlyn's attacks, the efficiency of her counterstrikes, the subtle shifts in her stance.  

But it's more than just her fighting skills that captivate you. It's the fierce concentration in her eyes, the slight smirk that plays on her lips when she lands a particularly good hit. It's the way her muscles flex as she moves, the sheen of sweat that forms on her skin under the hot sun.

You're so lost in your observations that you almost miss when Grayson calls an end to the match. Caitlyn is panting, bruised but not beaten, while Sevika looks barely winded.

"Your turn, rookie," Sevika calls out, her eyes locking with yours.

Sevika takes a menacing stance, her bionic arm whirring softly as she flexes her fingers. You try to quell your nerves, reminding yourself of all your training.

The match begins, and Sevika doesn't hold back. She lunges forward with a quick jab that you barely dodge. Her follow-up kick catches you in the side, and you stumble back.

"With those sparring skills, you'll be dead by now," Sevika taunts, circling you like a predator.

You regain your footing, countering with a series of quick strikes that force Sevika to step back. "As far as I'm concerned, I don't think any walkers would be punching me back anytime soon," you retort.

Sevika smirks, effortlessly blocking your attacks. "There are still survivors out there, some who might not be as merciful as me." she says, suddenly dropping low and sweeping your legs out from under you.

You hit the ground hard but roll quickly, narrowly avoiding Sevika's follow-up strike. "I’m only alive because you needed the meds.”

“But you’re alive regardless?” She counters.

“Urgh, you're the worst, you know that? You just like watching me suffer-"

Your words are cut off as Sevika charges forward. You manage to sidestep, grabbing her arm and using her momentum to throw her off balance. For a moment, you have the upper hand, landing a solid hit to her midsection.

Sevika grunts, a flash of surprise in her eyes. "Well, it's not a bad view," she quips, her voice slightly breathless.

You're holding your own better than you expected, your training with Grayson evident in your improved technique. You even manage to land a few solid hits, each one making you more hopeful that you could finally prove yourself to the captain.

But Sevika is still Sevika. Just when you think you might have a chance, she changes tactics. As she unleashes a flurry of lightning-fast strikes, you are able to block the first few, but the last one catches you off guard, sending you stumbling back.

Before you can recover, Sevika is on you. With a move so smooth it seems almost effortless, she sweeps your legs again and follows you down. You’re on the ground immediately, the air knocked from your lungs, and suddenly Sevika is on top of you, pinning you down.

Her face is inches from yours, her breath hot on your cheek. "There's always next time, pantry girl," she says, her voice laced with arrogance.

Fury and frustration surge through you—at the nickname, at losing, but most of all at yourself for the way your heart races at her proximity. You struggle against her hold, but it's futile—you lost and couldn’t prove you were ready. 

The days blur into a haze of relentless training after the match, your body pushed to its limits.  Yet despite your efforts, something feels off. Each time you miss a target or fumble a move, Sevika's face flashes in your mind. Your focus wavers, distracted by unnameable thoughts that surface whenever you recall her challenging gaze or the smugness in her voice. 

The sharp crack of gunfire echoes across the makeshift shooting range. You squeeze the trigger, watching as your shot goes wide, missing the target by a good margin. Expaseration bubbles up inside you for missing yet again.

Next to you, Caitlyn's sniper barks and the center of her target explodes. Again. You can't help but feel a twinge of envy at her precision.

"Excellent shot, Caitlyn," Grayson praises, her eyes gleaming with approval. "I think I’m looking at my newest sniper."

Caitlyn beams at the compliment.

Grayson turns to you, her expression apprehensive. "Something on your mind? You seem distracted today."

"No, I'm fine," you mutter, trying to focus on the target in front of you.

Grayson raises an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. "Well, if you keep shooting like you did today, you can expect another month before Sevika would even consider accepting you on her team."

At the mention of Sevika's name, you can't help but frown. Grayson catches it immediately.

"What's wrong?" she probes, her voice a mix of curiosity and concern.

You hesitate, then the words tumble out. "I just... I don't get her. I don't know how to convince her I deserve that spot on the team when she's so infuriating and stubborn."

To your surprise, Grayson laughs, a warm, rich sound. "She hasn't changed since we were deployed together, then."

Your ears perk up at this. "You were deployed with Sevika? Can you tell me about it?"

Grayson shrugs. "What is there to tell? We were in the military together for 10 years and she's a brilliant soldier."

"That's all to her?" you press, not satisfied with such a simple answer.

Grayson gives you a long, appraising look. "What is it that you really want to know about her?"

The question catches you off guard. You open your mouth to respond, then close it again. What do you want to know? But more importantly, why do you want to know? You realize you don't have an answer, and the realization unsettles you.

Seeing your confusion, Grayson's expression softens. "Sevika is not the best fighter," she says quietly.

"What?"

Grayson chuckles at your expression. "Don't get me wrong, she's an advanced and skilled fighter. But she's not unbeatable." She pauses, her eyes distant as if recalling memories from long ago. "What makes her different... She is loyal and fierce. That woman fights till her very last breath. If she's going to hell, she'll drag you down with her."

Your mind whirs at this information. Who is Sevika beyond the soldier everyone knows her as? You find yourself hungry for more details, more glimpses into the woman behind the tough exterior.

Then you catch yourself, anger flaring up. Why do you care? Why does it matter who Sevika really is? She's just the leader of the scavenging team, nothing more.

You shake your head, trying to clear these thoughts. "Thanks, Grayson," you mutter, turning back to the target.

As you raise your gun again, you can feel Grayson's knowing gaze on you. You take a deep breath, trying to focus on the target. But in your mind's eye, all you can see is Sevika—her cocky grin, her ruthless determination, the mystery that surrounds her.

You squeeze the trigger, and this time, your shot flies true, hitting just off-center. Progress, but not perfection. Much like your understanding of Sevika, you realize. You're getting closer, but there's still so much more to uncover.

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A slight breeze rustles the leaves as you wait by the usual tree, checking your watch. Caitlyn's late, which isn't like her.   You’ve been waiting for 20 minutes already and this was the Caitlyn, the one who’s never even been late to a shift at the pantry.  

You’re about to turn back to the house when suddenly you hear shouting from the road a few blocks away. Without thinking, you immediately sprint towards the commotion.

When you arrived, the scene before you was the last thing you would expect—Caitlyn and Vi were in each other's faces, their voices rising with each exchange. A burly guy from Sevika's crew is half-heartedly trying to separate them.

"You fucking liar!" Caitlyn screams, her face flushed with anger. "Why would you join without telling me?"  

You momentarily pause from trying to pull the fighting couple apart, in all the years you knew Caitlyn she had hardly cursed; Vi must’ve fucked up, bad.

Vi's stance is defensive, her hands raised. "It's safer for you this way!"

"Safer?" Caitlyn's laugh is bitter. "I didn't ask for a white knight, I asked for a partner that's honest!"

The guy from Sevika's crew steps between them. "Come on, ladies, this ain't the place-"

Caitlyn whirls on him. "How could you let her in Sevika’s group like this?"

He backs up, hands raised. “Listen, I had no part in this. Vi was the one who asked, and Sevika accepted her."

Caitlyn's face contorts with anger, and she lunges forward. You jump in, grabbing her arms. "Cait, stop!"

But as you hold her back, his words sink in. "Wait, WHAT?" You turn to Vi, shock evident on your face. "She accepted you to join her scavenging and not me?"

Vi looks away, guilt written across her features. Your blood boils. You release Caitlyn and round on the guy. "Where the HELL is she?"

He crosses his arms, defiant. "I don't have to answer to you."

You step closer, your voice low and dangerous. "Oh, trust me. You want to tell me."

He hesitates, then sighs. "Fine, but it's your funeral. She's in her garage."

Without another word, you turn on your heel and march away, leaving Caitlyn and Vi to their argument. You had your own annoying, lying woman to deal with.

The garage comes into view, its large door open. As you approach, you catch sight of Sevika bent over a motorcycle. Her back muscles flex as she works, visible beneath a black sports bra. Her jeans hang low on her hips, revealing the band of her boxers. For a moment, you were unable to comprehend the sight of Sevika in clothes that weren't military green. 

You take a deep breath, steadying yourself before addressing her. "Vi and Caitlyn are out there fighting. I thought you should know."

She turns, surprise briefly flickering across her features before her trademark nonchalance slides back into place. "And that concerns me... how exactly?" she questions, wiping her hand with a rag. "Last I checked, I wasn't running a relationship counseling service."

"Because of all the bullshit you gave about me not being ready? Why won't you let me on the team?" you demand, your voice cracking with desperation. "You let Vi join. What makes her so special?"

"You don't know what you're asking for."

"Then tell me!" you shout, stepping closer. "I'm sick of your cryptic bullshit, Sevika. I deserve to know!"

Something in Sevika snaps—Her composure shatters, replaced by a raw, barely contained fury. "Fine? You want to know why?" She grabs your arm, her grip tight enough to bruise. "Let's go."

She drags you out of the garage, marching through the community with large strides. You struggle to keep up, confused and a little scared by this sudden change in her demeanor.

As you reach the outskirts of the settlement, Sevika slows down. You follow her gaze and feel your blood run cold. Wooden crosses stretch out before you, maybe 20 to 25 of them, each marking a grave.

"This is why," Sevika grits.

You stand there, frozen, as Sevika turns to face you. Her eyes are blazing, but there's something else there too - something melancholic you've never seen before.

"Do you know how many empty graves we have?" she asks, gesturing to the crosses. "It's a fortune if you're able to bring a body home, or if you can spend someone's last moments together."

She walks among the graves, her fingers trailing over the rough wood of a cross. "This is the type of thing we have to deal with. Every time we go out there, we risk not coming back. And if we don't come back, this is what's left of us. A wooden cross and a memory."

"I've had to bury too many people. I've had to tell too many families that their loved ones aren't coming home. And sometimes, I couldn't even give them that closure."

She turns back to you, her eyes now hard, and gone was the brief moment of vulnerability you saw before. "This is why I won't let you on the team. Because I can't... I won't add another cross to this field."

The weight of her words hits you like a physical blow. But instead of understanding, you feel a surge of anger.

"So what?" you snap, surprising both yourself and Sevika. "You keep me locked away like I'm Rapunzel in a tower? Look around, Sevika!" You gesture wildly at the desolate landscape beyond the settlement. "There is nothing left to lose. The world is gone!"

For a moment, she's silent, and you think you might have finally gotten through to her. But then her expression hardens, a bitter smile twisting her lips.

"You can say that," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper, "until you have the world in your hand and it's ripped away from you."

The words hang in the air between you, heavy with meaning. You see a flash of something in Sevika's eyes - a deep, soul-crushing resignation that makes your anger falter.

"There is always something to lose," she continues. "And every time you think you have nothing left to lose, life finds a way to prove you wrong."

She steps closer to you. "You think you're ready to face what's out there? You think you have nothing to lose? Trust me, pantry girl, you have no idea what loss really is."

"What are you living for if you're constantly scared of losing?" you challenge, your voice rising. "This isn't living, Sevika. It's just... existing."

Sevika's eyes flash dangerously. "You don't understand-"

"No, you don't understand!" you interrupted, shoving her back. "We're all going to die—But I'd rather die out there, trying to do something I wanted, rather than rot away in here!"

You’re angry and you know you just provoked her but you can’t help but shove her back again, frustrated at her but, even more so at yourself.  You were terrified, of fucking course you were—but who wasn’t in the world you were living in? 

With a growl, she lunges forward, shoving you hard. You stumble back, shock and anger coursing through you. Without thinking, you retaliate, pushing Sevika with all your might.

The two of you grapple, a tangle of limbs and fury. Grass and dirt kick up around you as you roll on the ground, each trying to gain the upper hand. Sevika's bionic arm hisses as she tries to pin you down, but you're quicker, fueled by frustration and pent-up emotion.

With a burst of strength, you manage to flip Sevika onto her back. You straddle her waist, pinning her arms to her sides, which fall limp immediately. Both of you are panting heavily, faces flushed and hair disheveled.

"I won," you gasp out, your chest heaving. "You promised. If I could beat you, you'd let me join."

Sevika looks up at you, her expression unreadable. "When will you learn patience?" 

The proximity is intoxicating, and for a moment, you're distracted by the feeling of Sevika beneath you, the rise and fall of her chest, the intensity in her eyes. 

"You can't expect me to live like this," you insist, your voice softer now but no less passionate. "What are you living for if you're constantly scared of losing?"

Something flickers in Sevika's eyes—pain, fear, or something else entirely. Without warning, she bucks her hips, throwing you off balance. In one smooth motion, she shoves you away and stands up.

You scramble to your feet, ready to continue the fight, but Sevika's next move stops you cold. 

"Sevika!" you call out, your voice cracking. "Don't you walk away from me!"

But she doesn't stop, doesn't even look back. 

You're left standing there, alone among silent tombstones and empty graves, watching her retreating figure disappear into the gathering dusk.

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The weight of defeat settles heavily on your shoulders as you stumble into your room. You collapse onto your bed, fully clothed, as the scene replays in your mind. Sevika's face haunts you - not her usual cocky smirk or searching gaze, but that fleeting expression of raw pain you glimpsed just before she walked away.

There's something deeper, a hollowness in your chest you can't quite name. It's more than just the sting of losing an argument or watching her retreat. 

There was something else in her eyes that truly unsettled you—that flash of fear when she looked at you, as if dreading you might become another one of those wooden crosses she would have to mark.

Just as you're about to drift off, a sudden burst of loud music jolts you awake. Shouts and laughter follow, unmistakably coming from a few blocks down—right where Sevika's house is located.

You groan, pressing your pillow over your head. Of course, another one of her infamous parties. But as you lie there, listening to the distant sounds of celebration, a part of you can't help but wonder what Sevika looks like when she's relaxed, surrounded by her team. 

After an hour of futile attempts to sleep, frustration wins out.  You sit up, running a hand through your hair in annoyance. You throw on a hoodie and stomp towards the door, grabbing the nearest pair of slippers without looking.  

The cool night air does little to calm your irritation as you march down the street. You pound on the door, ready to give her a piece of your mind.

To your surprise, it's Sevika herself who answers. Her usual scowl morphs into a grimace as she recognizes you, a lit cigarette dangling from her lips. The sight of her throws you off balance—her gray wife beater clings to her frame, and her cargo pants are smeared with what you hope is just mud. Despite the mess, she looks... good. Annoyingly so.

"Do you know what time it is?" you demand, trying to focus on your anger.

Sevika takes a long drag of her cigarette and then blows the smoke out slowly. Her eyes drift downward. "I like your slippers," she remarks.

You glance down, mortification washing over you as you realize you're wearing Powder's pink bunny slippers. "Shit," you mutter, but quickly shake it off. "Why do you have to be so loud? This might come as a surprise but some people are trying to sleep!"

"Worried you won't get enough sleep to organize properly tomorrow?" Sevika taunts, leaning against the doorframe. "Make sure you don't mix up the soup and fruit cocktail cans."

Her dismissive attitude ignites your temper. "Fine, whatever. You're acting like a complete ass," you spit out.

Sevika's eyebrow raises slightly. "Is that all? Because if so, I've got a party to get back to."

You're about to retort when you catch a glimpse of the interior of her house. It's a mess—empty bottles strewn about, gear haphazardly tossed in corners. 

"What?" Sevika's voice snaps you back to reality.

"I... nothing," you stammer, taking a step back. "Just turn the music down, okay?"

Sevika studies you for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then, without a word, she turns and disappears into the house. A few seconds later, the volume of the music noticeably decreases.  Sevika.. Was being obedient? 

She reappears at the door, taking another drag of her cigarette. "Anything else?" 

You open your mouth, then close it again. What else is there to say? That her apparent disregard for what you want infuriates you? That her words about from earlier today won’t leave your mind? That despite everything, you find yourself drawn to her in a way you can't explain?

Instead, you just shake your head. "No. That's... that's all. Thanks."

As you turn to leave, Sevika's voice stops you. "Wait."

You pause, looking back at her expectantly.  You notice that there is a hesitancy to her this time, like you were fragile and if she got too close you might shatter.

"Wear proper attire tomorrow, okay?" she says, her tone businesslike. "And check in at the armory with Vi."

You blink, confused. "Vi? What does she-"

Sevika cuts you off with an exasperated sigh. "Do I really have to explain it to you, rookie?"

"Yeah, cause I don't get it," you retort.

"You're on the team."

For a moment, you just stare at her, unable to process what you've heard. Sevika refuses to meet your gaze, suddenly finding the wall very interesting.

As realization dawns, a wide grin breaks out across your face. Sevika immediately cuts in, "Don't think I'm going soft on you and giving you anything you want. This is an easy spot, but-"

You can't help the shit-eating grin that spreads even wider. "Thank you," you say, your voice sincere despite your obvious excitement.

Sevika just nods, her expression carefully neutral. "Yeah, okay. Now get out of here before I change my mind."

You nod enthusiastically. "Right. Yes. Thank you again. Good night!"

You turn and walk away, trying desperately to keep your cool. But as soon as you think Sevika has fully closed her door, you can't contain yourself anymore. You do a little excited jump right there in the street, pumping your fist in the air. Then, grinning like a fool, you take off running towards home.

What you don't see is Sevika, still standing in her doorway. She watches your celebratory dance with a mixture of disbelief and something akin to fondness. Shaking her head, she finally closes the door, a small, bemused smile playing at the corners of her lips.

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The early morning sun casts a golden glow over the farm as your team arrives. The dilapidated barn looms ahead, its red paint peeling and faded. Overgrown fields stretch out to your right, while a rickety fence encloses what must have once been a thriving chicken coop.

Sevika's voice rings out across the coop.  "Alright, gather the chickens."

You blink, certain you've misheard. "Wait, what?"  

You weren’t expecting your first mission to be on a farm, much less to gather the animals. But your confusion is quickly overwhelmed by the sight of your teammates scattering, chasing after a flock of very startled, very loud chickens.  

"How do you expect us to get food?" Sevika asks, her tone matter-of-fact.

You turn to her, eyebrow raised. "Why aren't you helping?"

The air seems to still as everyone freezes, shocked by your boldness. Sevika's eyes narrow dangerously.

"I'm your captain," she states, as if that explains everything.

A reckless grin spreads across your face. "What? Afraid you can't catch a single chicken in front of your people?"

Sevika's jaw clenches, and for a moment, you wonder if you've pushed too far. Then, to everyone's surprise, she vaults over the fence and into the coop.

"You have a mouth on you," she growls, eyeing a particularly plump hen. "That's going to get you in trouble one day."

You hop in after her, heart racing at how she easily accepted your challenge. "Only if I'm caught," you quip back.

The two of you circle the hen, which clucks nervously. You lunge forward, but the bird darts away.

"You're scaring it!" Sevika snaps.

"Me?!" you retort. "You're practically harassing the thing!"

As you both scan the coop for a chicken that wasn’t running like it had its head chopped off, a voice pipes up from outside the fence. "They’re bickering like an old couple!"

In perfect unison, you and Sevika whip around, shouting, "Don't you dare say that!"

The moment the words leave your mouth, you freeze, looking at each other in shock, and then it’s replaced quickly with a scowl as the determination to capture the chicken sets back in.

Okay, so barreling at full force towards the animal was not the way to go considering everyone was already filling their cages.  You mentally devise a plan to corner the chicken, gesturing for Sevika to move to the right while you go left. But as you both rush forward, the hen squawks indignantly and darts between you in a perfect straight line.

Unable to stop your momentum, you and Sevika collide, tumbling to the ground in a tangle of limbs. You find yourself pinned beneath her, acutely aware of her weight, her warmth, the scent of her body wash and gunpowder that clings to her skin.

Sevika pushes herself up slightly, her face inches from yours. "This is dumb," she mutters. "I don't need to prove anything."

"Mhmm," you manage, your brain short-circuiting from the proximity.

She grunts, rolling off you and standing up. "There's one last chicken," she says, brushing dirt from her clothes. "We better get it."

You turn your attention back to the task at hand, scanning the coop for that last elusive hen. The last hen clucks nervously, darting between the wooden beams of the coop. You and Sevika exchange a quick nod, wordlessly agreeing on a strategy.

Sevika crouches low, her movements slow and deliberate as she inches towards the left side of the coop. You mirror her actions on the right, creating a human barrier. The hen's beady eyes dart between you, sensing the trap.  

"Easy now," Sevika murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. 

The hen makes a break for it, but you're ready. You lunge forward, herding it back towards Sevika. She reaches out, her fingers just brushing the chicken's feathers—

A deep rumble suddenly echoes across the farm, stopping you both in your tracks. You both freeze, exchanging a brief, confused glance. In that instant, the barn door explodes outward with a deafening crash. Splinters of wood fly through the air, unleashing a horde of walkers that stumble and lurch towards you.

"Fuck! Run!" someone screams, and chaos erupts.

Your teammates scramble to grab their chicken cages, but you're transfixed by the sight of Sevika, who's inexplicably clutching the chicken she just caught to her chest with her left arm. Without thinking, you grab her right hand and bolt, pulling her along.

As you run, weaving between broken fences and overgrown crops, the absurdity of the situation hits you. Here you are, fleeing from a walkers horde, hand-in-hand with your usually stoic captain who was so dead set on capturing a single chicken she risked a few minutes just to get it. Suddenly, Sevika bursts out laughing, a rich, genuine sound you've never heard before.

"This is so fucking stupid," she gasps between chuckles.

Her laughter is infectious, and soon you're both giggling like maniacs as you sprint towards the getaway car. The wind whips through your hair, you look over at her and see her tiny ponytail bouncing, her eyes sparkling with unadulterated joy.

As you approach the car, you see one of your teammates dancing in the driver's seat, bobbing their head to music that was loud enough you could hear it from a distance.

Sevika's eyes widened in disbelief. "What is that moron doing?"

"Start the car!" you yell in unison with Sevika.

"Start the fucking car!" echoes from all directions as your team converges on the vehicle.

In a mad scramble, you and Sevika end up diving into the trunk together, barely missing from crashing into each other. The car peels out, tires kicking up dust as you make your escape. You twist around to look back, seeing the walkers crest the hill behind you, their grotesque forms looking like ants as you get further away from the farm.

As the adrenaline starts to fade, you become acutely aware that you're still clutching Sevika's hand. You both look down at your intertwined fingers and quickly release a faint blush coloring your cheeks. 

You glance at Sevika and are struck by the sight of her wide grin, revealing the charming tooth gap from the first time you met her. She looks lighter somehow, the usual weight of responsibility temporarily lifted from her shoulders.

"Maybe you should put the chicken in the cage," you suggest, nodding towards the bird still tucked under her arm.

"Right," Sevika says, quickly stuffing the bewildered chicken into a nearby cage.

Free of your feathered companion, you lean out of the trunk slightly, letting the wind rush through your hair. The music from the car's speakers drifts back to you, and you close your eyes for a moment, savoring the smell of the woods and the high from the adrenaline rush.

When you open your eyes and turn back, you catch Sevika staring at you. She's not looking at the receding farmland or checking for pursuing walkers. Her eyes are fixed solely on you, an unreadable expression on her face. In this moment, bathed in sunlight and the afterglow of survival, she looks different. Softer. There was no reminiscent of the super soldier you knew her as.

As your eyes meet, Sevika doesn't look away. Instead, her grin softens into something more intimate, more real. You feel a warmth bloom in your chest, a feeling you can't quite name but don't want to let go of.

The car hits a bump, jolting you both and breaking the moment. Sevika clears her throat and turns to secure the chicken cage, you weren’t sure if had imagined the smile or not.

As you return to Zaun, the adrenaline from your narrow escape fades into a collective sense of relief and camaraderie. The team works together to unload the chickens, and despite the close call, everyone seems to be in high spirits.

"Hey, how about another bonfire party?" someone suggests, and a chorus of agreement follows.

To your surprise, Sevika turns to you. "You should come," she says gruffly. "You’re part of the team now."

"Yeah, sure," you reply, fighting to keep the eagerness out of your voice.

As the team disperses to prepare, you notice Vi sprinting towards a certain someone waiting for her at the entrance. "Caitlyn!" Vi shouts, throwing herself into Caitlyn's arms and kissing her passionately.

You raise an eyebrow. "Well, those two made up fast," you mutter to yourself.

Later that evening, you find yourself seated on the cool ground in front of a roaring bonfire. The flames dance hypnotically, casting flickering shadows across the faces of your teammates. The air is filled with laughter, the clink of bottles, and the rich aroma of smoke and grilled food.

You're nursing a beer, listening intently as the others regale you with stories from previous hunts. Sevika sits not far from you, perched regally on a lawn chair. She's quieter than the others, but you notice her lips quirk up occasionally at particularly funny or outrageous parts of the stories.

As the night wears on, a cool breeze picks up. You shiver involuntarily, the chill seeping through your thin shirt. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Sevika glance your way. Without a word, she shrugs off her shawl and leans forward, draping it over your shoulders.

The gesture catches you off guard. You want to thank her, but something in her posture tells you she'd rather not draw attention to the act of kindness. No one else seems to have noticed, and you wonder if this is just how Sevika takes care of her team—quietly, without fuss or expectation of gratitude.

You pull the shawl tighter around you, inhaling the faint scent of cigarettes and gunpowder that clings to it. 

The conversation lulls for a moment, and then someone pipes up, "Hey, remember that time at the hospital in Piltover when we-"

"Uh," another teammate interrupts, glancing nervously at Sevika. "Sevika’s here."

All eyes turn to your captain. Sevika just grunts, taking a long swig from her bottle. You can't tell if it's approval or indifference, but the storyteller takes it as permission to continue.

The crackling fire seems to dim as the storyteller begins, his voice low and reverent. "It was before Zaun was established. Sevika, Silco, Grayson, and some of us old veterans had been cooped up in the hospital for weeks. But it was time we got out, find new people and a place to stay."

You lean in, curious, sneaking glances at Sevika, whose face remains impassive.

"The hospital was completely surrounded," the storyteller continues. "But we had weapons and vehicles. Silco had this completely badass idea to add extra defenses to the ambulance in the garage."

A chorus of whoops erupts from the group, and you see a flicker of pride in Sevika's eyes.

"The plan was to pile as many people as possible into the ambulance. But in the garage," The storyteller's voice drops. "There must've been an opening or something. Somehow, those bastards found their way in."

You find yourself holding your breath while Sevika's face is impassive, but you notice her grip tightening on her bottle.

"It happened so fast. One second Silco was up, the next he was down, a walker lunging for his throat. And Sevika," He shakes his head in awe. "She didn't hesitate. She threw herself between them."

All eyes turn to Sevika. You glance at Sevika, trying to imagine her and the emotions in that moment. 

"Go on," she says. "Finish it."

The storyteller hesitates, unsure. "We had to go back in. We cleared the area, but the walker's teeth sank into her arm instead of Silco's neck." the storyteller says softly. "Even then, she didn't stop fighting. She bashed its skull in with her free hand, then turned and took out two more, saving a few more of us.  But the bite meant she was infected…"

There's a collective intake of breath around the fire. You feel a chill that has nothing to do with the night air.

His voice trails off, and Sevika finishes for him. "So Silco ended up amputating my arm," she states.

"When I die, I'll die on my own accord.  Not because some mindless corpse decided it was my time."

The silence that follows is profound. You see a mix of awe, respect, and a hint of fear on the faces around you as Sevika's words hang in the air.

Then, as if a spell is broken, cheers erupt. "Fuck yeah, boss!" someone shouts, and others join in.

Sevika just grins as she stubs out her cigarette and stands.  “I’m calling it a night, try not to have too much fun."

You remain rooted to the spot even though you know you should go give the shawl that's still draped around your shoulders back.  

As you’re watching Sevika’s retreating form, you're struck once again by how little you truly understand her. Just when you think you've got her figured out, she does something that shatters your assumptions. Her rare, genuine smile from moments ago was like a crack in her armor, offering a glimpse of something you're not sure you were meant to see.

You recall Grayson's comment; If she's going to hell, she'll drag you down with her. But Sevika isn’t just dragging anyone down—she's fighting, clawing her way up. She’ll endure whatever comes, as long as she’s the one who gets to forge her own path.

Sevika faced death itself, and she emerged victorious.

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Hello you amazing wonderful awesomely awesome person! I’m so madly obsessed with your work

Very curious on your thoughts on this: zombie apocalypse au

Do you think Jason and readers first meeting would be need to be more in a life threatening situation in order to stick or would they be able to meet in a calmer environment and stick together?

This isn’t a push for you to write any one shot! Just curious what you think and any additional thoughts or headcanons you might have for this au 👀

Tysm for continuing to put out awesome writing all the time!

The Death Stench

Ahh, asks like this is why I love taking requests!! Thank you, nonnie!! Seriously, so many great ideas come through my inbox that I never would have thought of myself! I was actually so excited when I finally sat down to write this. Sorry it took so long! :)

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Gotham has always been a cesspool of filth and rot. It's something Jason has long grown used to. But the hoards of groaning, decaying zombies are something he's still learning to live with.

It's been four– no, five months since the world fell apart, since the apocalypse broke down society. The government is in shambles, if it still exists, and Jason hasn't seen or heard another living person in weeks.

He thinks he owes his survival to whatever the pit did to him. The corpses that line the streets just seem to ignore him and shuffle past as he breaks into a little corner store for supplies.

It's why he's started to get complacent. It is so easy to not double or triple check your surroundings when the undead treat you like one of their own.

It's a fact he didn't realize until he's staring down the barrel of a gun and maybe the only other living, breathing person on Gotham.

He blinks at them. They blink at him. "You're not one of– you're alive," You half question, surprise and shock clear in their voice.

Jason slowly raises his hands, the last thing he wants to do is get shot when his medical supplies are dwindling, "I'm alive."

He stares at you for a minute, and you stare back before slowly lowering your gun, "I was here first."

He laughs. It's ridiculous. The world ended, he hasn't had a proper conversation in weeks, and you're trying to lay claim to a corner store in shambles. But, he steps back anyway and gestures to the ransacked aisles, "All yours then."

He quirks an eyebrow when you actually look panicked. "Wait," You start, and lower your gun completely, "I'm sorry, I just– haven't seen anyone in a while. I think I forgot how to talk to people."

You're both aware of the risk you took admitting that, to tell a stranger you're completely and utterly alone in this city, that there's no one waiting for you to return.

Jason has the overwhelming urge to make your risk worth it. He can't explain it, but he chalks it up to some form of loneliness.

So, he smiles at you, easy-going and every inch the charming grin that used to win over the old ladies at charity galas, "I haven't been around people in a while either. Maybe we can figure it out together?"

His heart stutters when you smile back, so clearly relieved. "I'd like that," You admit and holster your gun.

The two of you carefully pick through the store, and an uncertain but steady partnership forms between the two of you.

It takes some time, but he learns which shots you can make and which you can't. You learn which knee hurts him when he jumps over chain wire fences. You both learn to cover each other's blind spots, to trust each other to make decisions.

You haven't quite learned that zombies just don't seem to detect him, and he hasn't found a good way to bring it up, to explain that, 'Hey, I was dead and apparently I qualify as one of them. But don't worry! I won't eat you!'

Yeah, Jason figures you wouldn't be too comfortable with him sleeping near you if he said it like that.

He doesn't really get the chance to explain until he has to use his uncanny ability to blend in with rotting corpses to save your life.

It was supposed to be a normal supply run. Pick over what's left of a pharmacy and get out. Cut and dry. Something you've both done more times than you can count. Until it goes wrong.

He'd cleared the area, he'd been so careful, you both were. But you hadn't been lucky. It was no one's fault, when you open a cabinet and a skittish raccoon jumps out at you, sending you falling back.

The animal knocks over cans and boxes as it frantically scampers to get away. It's loud. Too loud.

The two of you froze, when the sounds of shuffling feet start to make their way to the door. Jason weighs his options, and the piece of his heart that had become undeniably yours won quickly.

He grabs your arm and hauls you to your feet. "C'mon," he mutters, dragging you towards a supply closet.

"We need to run," You say quickly, tugging at your arm and trying to push him towards the exit.

"We won't make it," he says firmly and shoves you into the tiny space. He follows you in and pulls the door shut. The door doesn't lock, and he reaches around you to grab an extension cable off a shelf.

"Jason," You half hiss, eyes wide as the groans start to get louder.

He shushes you, heart racing as he ties one end of the extension cord to the door knob, and the other to the metal poles of the shelf.

It's a start, but it wouldn't stop anything from breaking down the door. "Sorry," Jason mumbles. He returns your confused look with an apologetic one, and immediately crowds you against the wall.

He grabs the back of your neck to press your face to his chest. His other hand grabs at your hip, almost desperate. Jason realizes he hasn't been afraid in a long time.

He buries his face in your hair and silently wills you to understand. If he can keep them from getting your scent, hearing you, you'll be safe. He can protect you, he just needs you to stay like this, hidden and sheltered against the dirty wall of the closet.

He knows you can't begin to guess why he's doing this, but you don't make a sound. Your fingers curl into his jacket as the zombies shuffle around the pharmacy. Grunts fill the air as they pass by the door, and Jason feels you stiffen against him.

It's instinctual, when his thumb starts to rub back and forth across your hip. He wants to help, wants you to feel calm and safe even as the smell of death fills the air.

He's surprised when you do relax against him, tucking your face further into his chest. He's not sure how long you stay like that. His thumb never stills, and eventually, the sounds of undead fade, and he's left with just you.

Jason lets himself linger for a moment, savoring your closeness, before slowly untangling himself from you. "You're okay," he says softly, he means for it to be a question, but it comes out as a fact, a complete certainty that you are okay.

You look up at him, eyes wide, "How are we even alive? I've never seen– they've never just ignored people before."

He winces, "I'll– Let me explain. Please. Just not here." He deflates a little at the uncertainty that flashes across your face, but you nod and follow him back to the rooftop that's become his and your base.

He tries to explain, really, does his best to talk about the Pit, who he was, what he used to do. You never interrupt, you listen to every word he says as he lights a fire, methodically making food over the open flame.

You don't say anything as he admits the undead have never been interested in him, but you do let him sit next to you to eat.

He runs out of things to say, as the sun sets over a desolate Gotham. Jason thinks you're going to leave. Or ask him to leave. But you don't. You lean your head against his shoulder, and all the air leaves his lungs.

"I'm glad you're here, Jason," You tell him. And for the first time in a long time, Jason is too.

"I'm glad you're here, too," he echoes, and he hesitantly lowers his head to rest against yours. He breathes a sigh of relief when you don't move, only relax into his side.

Jason closes his eyes to bask in the moment, in being with you, and swears there's not a thing he wouldn't do to keep you like this. To keep you with him, to keep you happy, to keep you alive.

He thinks it might be the reason he's still breathing.

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Lasting Pictures: Up and Under (pt.2)

Pairing: Poly!Task Force 141 x Photographer!Reader

Summary: Signing the papers was one thing, actually going back and doing the work was another. Memories come hurling back at you as you try and navigate this new lifestyle while getting to know the members of your new task force- some warm up quicker to you than others but are your trials all for nothing? Or maybe, just maybe this new start has other possibilities for you as well....

Warnings: 4952 words, Slow burn, heavy imagery of anxiety attack and PTSD, descriptions of blood and swearing.

A/N: Hey ya'll thank you all so much for all the love on the first post, weird to see so many people liking my shitty writing. Anyways! todays chapter is dedicated to my fellow stranger @cosychick who made this chapter possible (TYSM again, seriously). On another note... I may have written a lot again... and have an outline for many more chapters... hope you guys enjoy this next part! let me know what you think~

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The cheers surrounding the room are soon put to an end as the boys soon get ordered to return back to their duties on base as you and Gabby stay behind with Laswell. She opens your file on the table, flipping towards the back as she comments on your years of leave from the military. Your task force had all been promoted within the ranks and some were found less on field and more in strategy. You smiled at this newfound information, as it slightly fell when Laswell said how poorly they took your leave and lack of communication afterwards while tailing off on a few names that have you blinking your eyes quickly.

The room falling quiet once more, Gabby grasps your hand in her own- rubbing small circles into the back of it in an effort to comfort you. You squeeze it twice in response; awaiting Laswell to continue her commentary as a knock can be heard coming from the door, Price enters then closes it behind himself as he takes his seat back beside Laswell with his own paperwork in hand and places it on the table. He motions with a flick of his wrist for you guys to continue as he grabs for a pair of glasses and takes the lid of a pen off; beginning to flip through the sheets, signing every few pages while referencing others. Laswell continues to speak while opening a second file with your polaroid clipped to the front. 

“Has your body fully healed from the incident?”

“Yes, ma’am”

“Do you still take medication for it or any other symptoms you have experienced as a result?”

“Yes I do”

Laswell hums in response, flickering to the next page as you lightly sigh in relief and Gabby comments, “May I speak freely?”

“You may”

“They have made a full recovery, I made sure of it before contacting them…” Gabby looks over at you, happiness is found in her squished cheeks from smiling so brightly as she drops your hand to reach over the table for your papers, “...I recommend still going through with the fitness regulation test for formal qualities- but they would pass easily nonetheless.”

Price decides to lift his head and joins the conversation once more, “some practice missions with 141 before sending directly to the field would be of value to us all as well. Time is limited- I know-”

You smile slightly at his addition, nodding your head in agreement before finishing his sentence, “but a little team building never hurt nobody” you tease lightly back as John matches your smile before returning back to the work at hand. Gabby leans over, clearing her throat loudly to whisper in your ear, “So what type of team building do you have planned~?” 

Swatting her away while covering your cheeks from your blush, John chuckles to himself as you shrink into your sweater, cursing Gabby mentally as Laswell gives you all a tisk with a small smile gracing its way across her features; her tone lightening. 

“You will get along great with the team, Dice, from what I read and see here today. 0-700 tomorrow for your assessment and I want you to move on to base with the rest of the team temporarily to redevelop your skills for the imminent future. Deployment is set for two weeks from now. That is all, thank you both” Laswell finishes, collecting her belongings before tapping Price on the shoulder on her way out. 

Stacking the papers into a neat pile; he looks between you and Gabby before sliding an unsigned document, tapping his finger to where he wants you to sign and handing you his pen. Glancing down at it, its weight is surprisingly heavy and the small engraving of 141 on the lid has you smiling, you look over the page- reading through each clause before signing your name at the bottom and sliding it back with a sigh. 

Gabby slaps your shoulder with yet another cheer as she calls for drinks tonight that has you shaking your head at the idea. “I have my assessment in the morning scales, can’t be going out and doing that just yet.”

“Lame” Gabby states back childishly before asking if you wanted a drive back, you smile thankfully at this as you begin to stand from your seat. Knees a bit weak from staying in the same position for too long. Yet as your hand hovers over the door handle, a small call out from the table has you turning back to face your new captain. 

“Welcome to the team Y/N”

“Thank you Captain” 

--

Keys swing around Gabbys finger as you both make your way towards the parking lot at the back of the base. Walking through the halls and across the pavement; viewing all the helicopters and equipment tucked nearly away has memories sending goosebumps across your skin, nerves and excitement mixing together in your anxiety driven cocktail as you follow in Fish’s shadow. 

Gabby clicks the small device twice as the car flashes its lights with a small honk. Yet as you begin to enter the vehicle a calling out of your name from another car has you smacking your head against the roof of the car and eliciting a loud groan as you rub the spot gently, turning to face whomever got you into this state. 

Gaz smiles apologetically from the rolled-down window as he asks if you want help tomorrow moving your stuff on to base, he mentioned that your new captain already sent a message to the infamous groupchat you had yet to be added to. Smiling at the man's kindness you accept as he asks for your number. Walking up to his car, exchanging phones; you place your name alone in his as Gaz places a petrol symbol for himself that has you giggling when you read it. Tapping the top of his car in a sign of goodbye, he drives through the gates and away. 

Turning back you see Gabby leaned against the car with a cheeky grin, “do I need to report anything to the council already, lieutenant?” 

“Yet?! Do you honestly think I am getting with any of them, or that they would have any interest in all of this shit?” You reply while flinging your hands up and down your body, emphasising your statement. 

“Well.. you and Soap looked to be getting cosy…”

“I needed physical comfort, you know this”

“Mmhmm”

“Gabby! I swear to god-”

“Mmhmm” 

“Even with my last team, we almost never did any of that shit”

“Almost?” She teases back.

“Not like that Gabs! ugh!”

Gabby does not bother to listen to anymore of your protests as she hops backs into the vehicle, the engine roaring to life as you sit yourself into the passengers side with a huff, buckling your seatbelt before helping her to check the blindspots and give directions back to your place. 

--

The drive back is peaceful after the hellish day you have had. Gabby flipped you off while driving away as your neighbour complained about hearing your cat moving about your apartment too loudly. Apologising you turned the key in the hole and entered, the space was dark with a small candle coming from the kitchen. Cursing to yourself for leaving it unattended, blowing it out you called for Spoons to make sure he didn’t hurt himself from it. 

Checking the cat over in your arms and sighing out in relief, you hunched down slightly so they could move to your shoulders and motioned to get their medication before you started the debate of ordering in or cooking dinner for yourself. Opening the fridge you cursed to find it empty, resting your forehead against its metal door to cool your head, you felt for your phone the jean pocket as Spoons meows loudly in your ear. 

Placing him on the counter and closing the door with your foot, you order delivery and feel for your wallet; walking yourself back into the living and falling onto the cushioned seat, feet pressed atop the coffee table as you threw a weighted blanket over yourself and turned the television on. Doctor Who played across the screen as you chucked at their antics and companions' poorly timed jokes, the doorbell ringing and a tip being served before you switched to the VOD for the football game. 

Your team was losing severely as you whisper-yelled at the screen, afraid of getting a thorough beating from your elderly neighbour. You flicked it off before it finished and noticed that your plate was empty. Placing the containers in the fridge and washing your dishes in the sink, you see Spoons sleeping on the half-wall separating your kitchen from the dining room. Their belly turned upwards as light snores exited their body. Snapping a quick picture to show Ghost in the morning, you began your nightly routine. 

Showering, brushing and flossing your teeth, alongside applying your moisturizers. You shuffled underneath the covers while doing some last minute scrolling through your phone. Rolling your eyes when you saw the endless stream of reels being sent from Gabbys personal account that had you switching your ringer off and placing it on to charge. Setting your alarm clock to sound you closed your eyes as your body jerked throughout the night, awaking in a cold sweat as only a few hours had passed before doing your best at returning back to sleep.

--

The loud sound of ringing gradually made its way across your ears as you groaned and blindly reached over to turn it off; you ended up swatting it off the nightstand, the loud crash had you sitting upright from the sound of it smacking against the hardwood floors. Being stubborn to get out of bed just yet, you reach across the room to pick it up and shut it up. Falling back into the covers you reach for your phone and smile seeing your parents’ name in the notifications, they wish you a strong return back with a string of emojis that has you shaking your head while replying, slightly regretting for introducing them to that submenu on the keyboard.

Stretching and rolling out your yoga mat, you do our daily exercises before setting the kettle to boil and heading for a quick shower. The mirror clouds over as you draw a small heart across its surface while scrolling for just the right song to start getting ready to. 

Coming back out- refreshed you dig through the back of your closet to find parts of your old uniform that you didn’t have the heart to send down to the storage rooms. Placing it across your frame and looking at yourself in the foyer mirror. A tear slides itself down your cheek as you swiftly wipe it away. Spoons soon comes between your legs pawing to be fed as you lightly smile down at them. 

Apologizing to your furry friend, you give them their daily medication and head out the door, to your car in the underground parkade. 06:10 reads on the dash as you drive back to the base from memory. While at a light you start a call with Gabby, hoping that she would fess up to what types of testing you will go through today, yet she gave you nothing much to your dismay other than some teasing as usual. 

“Did you end up talking to Gaz more last night when you exchanged numbers?”

“No, I talked to my parent though.”

“Oh! I miss them, are they still single?”

“Gabs I swear-”

“Hey! Just an honest question…”

“Sure, sure.”

“Are you here yet?”

“Almost, about a block away”

“Okay good.”

“Everything al’right?”

“Oh yeah, Soap just keeps telling me I'm no fun now that he’s met you, butthurt honestly.” 

“Well I have always been the funnier one.”

“Thanks, just what I needed to hear.”

“You know me- social skills, simply perfection…” you end with a giggle in your voice, “...okay im at the gate now, see you in a few.”

Pulling the car into an empty parking spot, you ended the call while hauling your work bag with your camera inside over your shoulder from the passenger's seat and take your metal water bottle with you. Locking the car with a click you walked towards the main building and picked yourself up a new badge. Wincing at your picture, you hide it in your jacket pocket as you make your way down the hall and towards the locker rooms to put your stuff down. 

--

Taking in a deep breath, you made your way out to the fields and saw everyone standing in a circle, speaking in hushed tones before halting at the sounds of your footsteps nearning. Giving the group a small wave, Gabby came over and wished you luck with a large hug and kiss against your cheek before returning back to her duties. Laswell stood to the side, clipboard in hand as she began to look at her watch, anxious to begin and return to her stack of files as well. 

Soap speedily walks his way over to you, clapping a hand on your shoulder and pulling you in to his side, he wishes you good luck and a few other words told in his native tongue that you didn’t quite catch before Ghost is shouting across the field, in what would appear an aggressive tone to any new listener. 

“English, Jonny”

“Fuckin’ Britts you lot”

“Hey you! Don't assume my nationality you prick”

Soap looks at you wide-eyed and apologetically as words and curses fall out of his mouth like a waterfall. Gaz can he heard chucking off to the side as you pat Soaps shoulder and tell him that you were just pulling his leg. He nods his head and sighs out in relief while looking up towards the grey skies. Making your way over to greet the Captain and Ghost, they both offer you a firm handshake once more as you provide a wide smile back before heading towards Gaz sitting on a nearby bench beside Laswell. 

Sitting beside him, he starts making small talk and eventually asks what you are doing directly after this. Looking towards Laswell she shrugs and reminds you of the team-building you promised to do before calling you to the starting line. Gaz makes a quick note for you to continue your conversation later as he shouts you a good luck as you make your way away. He sits up from the bench and moves to stand beside Simon and the others in line to the side.

--

Nearing the starting line, you notice a series of vertical obstacles ranging from a rope climb, an outstanding rock wall and a fence hop. Leaning your body to the side, you look further down to see a tire you will need to push alongside a series of pylons lining a large section of the tarmac. A long run, how great after all of that. 

Shaking your head of the negativity, you closed your eyes and evened your breathing before sending Laswell a nod of your head, ready to tackle this course to the best of your ability. The sound of a shout coming from the Station Chief has your body moving faster than your mind as you hoist yourself up the rope and jump down to the other side. 

Your body wavers slightly upon impact yet as soon as your knees steady once more you are running up the rock wall to boost yourself up, skipping half of it as you hear Gaz praising your technique while waiting running to wait for you on the other side. Using your feet and hands, you slip slightly from the lack of gloves or chalk before running down the ramp on the other side. Next you are sprinting over to hop over three sizes of fences as Soap claps loudly at the end telling you how many obstacles you have left. 

Smiling to yourself in a layer of sweat, you side-hop the last small fence before whipping your forehead with the backside of your arm and collapse yourself to the floor in low crawl under the wire frames above. The mud finds its way into your boots and underneath your fingernails as you sigh happily at its cool texture on your skin. 

Nearing the end you look ahead of yourself to see the long awaited large tire sitting flush against the ground. Picking yourself up to stand and shaking your hands violently while running over, you heave it up with a large grunt and push it to fall. Completing these repetitive actions tenfold before showing the tire over the designated cones. The long awaited run now awaited you as Price praised you with a large smile, yours matching his own as your feet began to pick up pace once more, now desperately trying to reach the end of the course in time. 

The soon becomes in view as you see Laswell standing there, stopwatch in hand as Gabby appears beside her, jumping enthusiastically and pointing at your approaching frame. This momentarily distracts you from the pain you are feeling throughout your body as it takes everything in you to run the last quarter mile. 

Yet as you near, the shouting of all your awaiting squad members, the sound of your blood pumping through your ears and your laboured breaths has you faltering slightly as your world spins and the finish line is closer than ever before. 

Memories cloud over your senses as you can feel the sweat dripping off your neck and down your back. The feeling of cold metal combing itself against your skin has you shivering in your overheated state as your stomach begins to turn itself outwards.

You don’t notice yourself running across the finish line and slightly pass before a pair of arms wrap themselves around your frame and hold you steady as they shake your shoulders in an effort to make you become present. 

You can feel a distant hand running circles on to your lower back as they brush the hair out of your eyes and behind your ears before resting their hand against your forehead, checking your temperature while making a hand motion in the other as the sounds of multiple boots rushing over have you swaying in their hold and holding your stomach as you kneel over. Knees falling to the pavement as you collapse on to your side. Eyes blurry as you see the rough contours of faces shaking your legs and holding your chin before they push you into recovery position as you throw up your guts on to someone's boots. 

Apologising subconsciously in a gravel filled tone. The sounds of cries over power your being as you shrink into yourself, tears falling. But soon enough you feel laying down beside you as they tug you over and point to the clouds in the sky while you rub your eyes. The multiple pairs of eyes on you have fallen significantly as you take in a large breath and whip your eyes and cheeks with the back of your hand. 

Looking over to your left you see Gabby staring at you smiling, remenist to what you would do as kids in your backyard, making stories out of all the clouds above and promises of your futures together. How times have changed as the pavement burned itself against the back of your head that still felt a bit fuzzy and your hands shook slightly against your sides. 

As Gabby directs you to copy her breathing and calls for your bag to be brought over while searching for your medication side, she asks softly if you remember to take some yesterday. Eyes going wide you shake your head and groan to yourself while placing the back side of your hand to rest against your forehead, shielding your eyes from the sun beginning to poke its way through the clouds. 

Doing your best to hoist yourself to a sitting position, your frame wobbles slightly as Gabby rapidly turns her body around and her face turns into horror. Her hands are filled as she watches you sway and almost crash your head against the tarmac once more yet thankfully an arm had you hoisted up against their side as they joined you on the floor. 

Smiling over to Gaz thankfully he rubbed your shoulder and Gabby kneeled down to hand you a cup of water and a few pills. Looking at them in your hand, shuffling them slightly in your palm you threw them into your mouth, tipping your head back consciously as the water made its way down your system. 

Gaz then handed you a pack of crackers that were obviously from an MRE. You winched in reaction that had Gaz giggling at your face before it fell when Fish just about punched him to remove it. Shaking your head slightly at the two and telling Gaz you know he meant nothing poor of it, you begin to take small bites out of the cracker while looking around to find where everyone else went. 

As you stare down the field, you see Laswell and Price in a heated argument as the boys stand to his side, a few grand hand gestures are made as Soap flings his arms around wildly, almost hitting Ghost in the face that has him holding his limbs still so the Captain can focus. 

Looking towards Gaz once more you ask simply, “Hey Gaz…” He hums to you in reply while his focus is on making sure that you continue to eat, “...Shouldn’t you be down there listening to what Laswell and Price have to say?”

“I think something more important came up that held my attention”

As you move to apologise, Gaz holds his other hand up slightly as you pause your next words. His eyes crinkle slightly as he stares eye level into your own, your mouth opens slightly at the sight of his smile so close to your face, yet you shake your head blaming it on all the anxiety still coursing its way through your system. 

“Sometimes all we need is to sit down with someone so that the world can figure itself out.”  

You humm in reply as clears her throat softly as you both jerk your bodies in reaction, forgetting her presence in front of you. She shakes her head and chuckles lightly at both of your reactions before saying, “what about some words of wisdom for yours truly, Garrick?” While fluttering her eyelashes. 

Rolling your eyes you can’t help but chuckle at your best friends seemingly never ending sass as you ask, “Garrick?” While tilting your head to the side, staring at Gaz’s profile as he simply explains that it's his last name and you nod to this newfound information. 

“My full name is actually Kyle “Gaz” Garrick”

“Kyle Garrick” You test the name out upon your lips as he gives you once of his famous smiles once more while squeezing your shoulder.

“My name sounds a whole lot better while coming out from between your lips”

Gasping at his comment, you blush widely in response while holding your cheeks with the palms of your hand in an effort to hide your growing embarrassment. Groaning while leaning forward, your head falls into Gabbys lap as she laughs once more at you while combing her fingers through your hair as Gaz slides his hand to rest against your back.

Mumbling in Gabbys secure hold about his touch not helping your state. You hear a loud laugh as he reacts with his hand apologising. The lack of his touch as you question the equally relieved and disappointed emotions flashes across your brain. Yet this bubble of a moment would soon be broken as the rest of the team returned around you.

Everyone eventually sat down on the pavement that had you mentally giggling to yourself, the ghost of a smile makes its way across your features as you notice the formation you all have made is reminiscent of the duck, duck, goose game. 

Soap soon leans over to whisper in your ear, “tag, you’re it” while poking your shoulder jokingly. Wincing in an exaggerated manner has Soap quickly asking if you alright as you smile kindly in response, “I’m feeling a lot better now, thank you Soap” 

He nods back in response before shifting his focus to Gaz, eyeing how close he is sitting against you now all the more obvious as Gabby moved herself to sit between Laswell and Ghost. Yet making no comments on his observations that has relief spreading across your skin. You did not need anymore teasing.

Looking back around the circle yourself, you notice as the Captain does a quick look over of you before nodding his head in approval and turning his attention towards Laswell who appears to be choosing their next words carefully as you feel Ghosts gaze settling hot against your profile.

Tilting your head slightly, you notice how he plays with his gloves and how soft his eyes appear behind the mask as if asking you a simple question to your state. Offering a small smile and nod in recognition you watch out of the corner of your eye as his fidgeting stops and he too eyes Laswells next words. 

Clearing her throat, her eyes make their way around the circle and stop at you, “you have done well today Y/L/N, flying colours for the obstacle course and impressive return I must add. Yet after today…” Her sentence drifts off as she lacks the words necessary to continue, looking over to Price for help.

The Captain holds your eyes softly in his own as he finishes for Laswell, “from discussions earlier and your best interests in mind, Laswell and the team have decided that we won’t be putting you on attack for now.” A large sigh escapes your mouth as you feel conflicted on how to feel about not fully coming back. 

Price continues, “until then you come with us on missions to gather intelligence for Fish under our watch.”

“I understand sir” you respond back, doing the best to hide your emotion in your voice as you see Soap shift himself closer to your side in noticing your slight change in tone. Your eyes are still being held by the captains as you see his eyes wince slightly at your response before his face returns to its professional state. 

Slapping his hands against his knees with a throat clearing he stands up from the sitting circle and dismisses the meeting, turning around and walking his way back inside the main building. Laswell follows suit, dragging Gabby alongside her while they both compare paper-workloads. 

Gabby turns around mouthing an apology for leaving so soon as you look back and see Ghost is now a bit further away with Soap as they appear to be chatting seriously over something together before Ghost locks him into a headlock. Shaking your lead and looking away all you hear are the sounds of them scraping one another in the background as you find Kyle waiting to ask you something. 

“Do you want me to come over tonight?” Kyle questions softly while tilting his head, awaiting your response.

“To come over?”

“Oh ah-apologies, I meant to move your things temporarily on base”

“Oh,” You laugh lightly while shaking your head of the drifting thoughts you were having, “...yeah some help would be great Kyle! Thank you so much for the offer once more.”

“It's really nothing Y/N.”

“Still…”

“Well, how about after you treat me to some coffee together the day after?”

“I like the sound of that,” You say while doing your best to hide the ever growing smile spreading its way across your rosy cheeks as you notice Gaz smiling back at your adorable self. 

“Why do you get to call Gaz by their first name and not me?! I thought I was your favorite based upon yesterday, what has this British man done to your head beauty?” Soap cries out while quickly walking back over to you as Ghost is nowhere to be seen. 

Your head throws back in laughter as your shoulders rise and fall in swift motions. Gaz shakes his head at his squad member, shoving his shoulder lightly from around your frame with the hint of a smile tugging at the ends of his lips. While Soap remains completely serious in the matter, grabbing your shoulders lightly to make sure you are facing him when you respond. 

“Okay then Soap…” Your voice deepens teasingly at the mention of his callsign “...so what would you like me to call you?”

You watch as his eyebrows raise and a smirk slides its way across his features that has you already groaning, predicting what he is going to say as you can hear Kyle laughing behind you at the interaction.

“Mhmm, well there are a number of things I would love you to call me…” You roll your eyes at this comment,  “...Yet for now let's stick to Johnny.”

“Johnny?”

“You got it, Johnny.”

“Can’t promise I can say it with a scottish accent like you do”

“Humor me”

“Please don’t make me.”

“Just once, c'mon, promise not to record this one…”

“This one!”

“Oh shit.”

“Oh shit is right, Johnny” You respond in a horrible Scottish accent that has Soap reeling with laughter as he grips your shoulder and pulls you into a hug as Gaz laughs harder in the background. The flash of a camera can be heard as you call pause to face the sound to see Ghost pocketing his phone inside his black hoodie. 

╰┈➤ A/N: so... what did you guys think? Have a favorite member so far? Thank you serious for reading all of this lol.

Lasting Pictures Series Masterlist

[wake-me-up-inside-imagines]

could I request headcanons of uvo, chrollo, and phinks with a little sibling figure reader in the troupe and she’s ten years old maybe? :) platonic ofc . tysm and it’s ok if u can’t do this request ! (If three characters is too much just uvogin is ok ^_^)

Of course! I hope you enjoy!

Uvogin, Chrollo, and Phinks with a little sibling figure in the troupe

Warnings: none

Female! Reader

Uvo:

I know Uvo’s a violent man, but I feel like he would be the softest in the world with you, which is unusual because he helped kill an entire clan, including the children

-I mean first of all, he’s very impressed by the fact that your a ten year old and also in the freaking phantom troupe, with enough training you could even defeat him over time!

-He very quickly decides he’s gonna look out for you wether it be in training, missions, or just when your all hanging around waiting for orders

-Speaking of training, he wants to see you reach your full potential as soon as possible, so he spars with you often. He won’t go easy on you, but he won’t seriously injure you either, he’s very aware that your both physically smaller and more mentally immature than he is (at his old ass age) so he’s aware that he has an advantage when it comes to fighting

-You learn a lot from fighting him though, he may make harmless taunts every now and then but he gives very constructive criticism and it does help improve your fighting skills significantly, perks of sparring with one of the strongest troupe members I guess

-He play whatever games you want in during times when there’s nothing to do, especially when your on guard duty with nothing to entertain you. He makes a surprisingly good playmate (he’ll let you play with his hair too)

-He keeps an eye on you during missions, but he’s well aware you can hold your own, you wouldn’t be in the troupe otherwise. That being said, if something gets serious enough (like Kurapika’s case for example) then he won’t hesitate to defend you with his life. There’s not a lot of people he’s willing to die for, but you’re one of them

-I kinda see him like a cool uncle more then a brother, idk why but he just gives off those vibes

Chrollo:

-I think Chrollo’s quite fond of children personally, he’ll still kill them if their in the way of achieving a goal but I don’t think he enjoys it and he also wouldn’t kill a child for no reason like he would an adult

-He’s very impressed by your power level, your a very useful addition to the troupe and he plans on utilizing that as much as possible

-But he does genuinely come to care for you later on though, that’s not surprising considering how the troupes practically family anyways

-He let’s you sit with him during meetings if you want, your also the only troupe member that’s allowed to touch him without explicit permission beforehand

-He doesn’t involve himself too much with you, but he does keep an eye on you more than he does the others, you may be powerful but your still young, it’s not easy living this kinda life at your age

-He’s the one to introduce you to the troupe and he’s also the one to make sure you get acquainted with the troupe without any issue, he can and will threaten any troupe member that is too unkind to you

-Like Uvo, he’s not concerned about you during missions, he’s very well aware of your powers, he’s probably the most familiar with them out of all the troupe members since he had to recruit you

-I honestly can’t see him treating you too differently from the other troupe members, your tough, you have incredible potential, he doesn’t see the need to coddle you like some of the other members might

Phinks:

-He’s skeptical if you at first, why did Chrollo choose you of all people? The troupe is no place for a child as young as you

-After seeing you fight for the first time though he’s immediately like “damn maybe she does belong in here” and now he’s curious as to how you turned out this way in the first place

-Phinks doesn’t approach you right away, he ops to observe you from afar for awhile, but the longer your in the troupe the more you inevitably interact

-For some reason, the two of you are put on missions often, so you grow very attached to him and he’s very confused about it. He has no idea why you cling to him specifically but he gets used to it after some time

-He’s definitely the most protective of you out of the group, he’ll never let you know how much you’ve grown on him but he makes sure nobody bothers you

-Especially on missions, in theory he knows you can hold your own but when your actually fighting and in danger he tries to do the bulk of the fighting no matter how much you protest

-He’s afraid to train with you because he fears he might hurt you, he’s a tough dude who doesn’t hold back when fighting so he’s not sure how well he could hold his strength against you

-He’ll “begrudgingly” (not really tho) play games with you if you ask him nice enough, but he’ll make lighthearted complaints the entire time

-Fears that your gonna die during your time in the troupe, it’s a very dangerous job and your super young compared to most of the guys they fight

-We have a tsundere older brother over here everyone lol

[ststsgsg]

All of the Fic Recs I Have Received, PT. 3

tysm to: @kltar0 @itsthecityoftheflower @neighborhoodlum @sablegear0 @fadingbasketballgoopprune :D !!!

ITAFUSHI

My Love Mine All Mine by darlingscurse

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen, M/M

Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)

Relationships: Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji, Itadori Yuuji & Yoshino Junpei, Fushiguro Megumi & Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Megumi & Kugisaki Nobara, Fushiguro Megumi & Nanami Kento

Characters: Fushiguro Megumi, Itadori Yuuji, Gojo Satoru, Kugisaki Nobara, Yoshino Junpei, Nanami Kento, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, if you know you know, Crack Treated Seriously, Fushiguro Megumi Has Abandonment Issues, but he's also just jealous as fuck, Itadori Yuuji is a Good Friend, Mutual Pining, one-sided pining by junpei, Somewhat, Parental Gojo Satoru, he gets more of a helicopter parent the older megumi and tsumiki get btw, Kugisaki Nobara is So Done, ft. megumi's shikigami in hater mode, Literal Sleeping Together, megumi being obsessed with yuji's heartbeat girlies stand up, they are idiot boys in love, Oblivious Itadori Yuuji, more like he notices but he comes to the wrong conclusions, Jealous Fushiguro Megumi, that's it that's the fiche's down BAD BAD, You Have Been Warned

Language: English

Stats: Published: 2023-10-17 Words: 8,157 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 64 Kudos: 1,526 Bookmarks: 259 Hits: 10,361

Summary:

“Not to worry, Yoshino,” Gojo announces brightly and while Megumi can’t see his eyes he feels them flicker to him for the smallest fraction of a second and something in his stomach drops. Oh no. “I just know what to do. Don’t you worry about that, your teacher has it all figured out!”

Megumi opens his mouth, impending doom hanging over his head like a storm cloud, but by then it’s already too late, lightning has already struck. Gojo, the biggest ass in human history, flashes thumbs up in the round and then goes: “I’m sure our brightest little shikigami user would love to help you.”

(or: Yuji comes back from the dead, comes back from the dead with a shiny new friend and Megumi is totally cool with that. Everything's peachy. Really.)

that's the spirit! by akaashism

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: GenM/M

Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)

Relationships: Fushiguro Megumi & Fushiguro Toji, Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji

Characters: Fushiguro Megumi, Fushiguro Toji, Itadori Yuuji, Gojo Satoru, Kugisaki Nobara

Additional Tags: Father-Son Relationship, Fluff, Developing Relationship, Megumi is just perpetually annoyed, Toji is a ghost and a menace, Yuuji is a ball of sunshine, Toji ships itafushi and hates gojo, Megumi ft. gay panic

Language: English

Collections: my heart is here, JJK Fics That Need Rereading, Amaris' Most Favourite JJK Fics, soldemjins ultimate library of faves actually (real no clickbait), Im obsessed with these

Stats: Published: 2021-09-25 Completed: 2021-10-21 Words: 9,273 Chapters: 2/2 Comments: 92 Kudos: 4,238 Bookmarks: 832 Hits: 30,224

Summary:

Toji rolled his eyes. "Just tell him how you feel, I didn't raise a coward."

"You didn't raise me," Megumi reminded him.

Megumi was being haunted. Not by the ghosts of his past but an actual ghost. The spirit of his deceased father.

-

Megumi gets a wingman and a father in one go.

here and where you are by cityboys

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: GenM/M

Fandom: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga)

Relationships: Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi & Itadori Yuuji & Kugisaki Nobara

Language: English

Stats: Published: 2021-01-19 Words: 17,352 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 296 Kudos: 3,762 Bookmarks: 1,313 Hits: 49,779

Summary:

It’s in the middle of scanning the last bottle of green tea that Itadori properly looks up. Eye contact with him is a physical, unexpected shock, a crunch of imaginary static snapping through Megumi and leaving his hands twitching at his sides.

"Hey." Itadori blinks, wide and earnest. "Do I know you from somewhere?"

The tea sloshes backwards in the bottle he’s holding. Megumi focuses on this until his vision steadies.

"No," he says. "I don’t think so."

In the aftermath, Itadori loses his memories instead of his life. Megumi grieves nonetheless.

sweet disposition by Nicolefrickle

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)

Relationship: Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji

Characters: Fushiguro Megumi, Itadori Yuuji

Additional Tags: First Kiss, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Touch-Starved

Language: English

Stats: Published: 2021-02-18 Words: 3,167 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 43 Kudos: 1,226 Bookmarks: 172 Hits: 8,091

Summary:

Itadori needs to be touched, and Megumi needs to heal

feel something by catachresis

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga)

Relationship: Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji

Characters: Fushiguro Megumi, Itadori Yuuji

Additional Tags: Accidental Kissing, Intentional Kissing, Shibuya Incident Arc Spoilers (Jujutsu Kaisen), Fluff, Chapter 153

Language: English

Stats: Published: 2021-09-29 Words: 1,542 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 10 Kudos: 447 Bookmarks: 59 Hits: 2,843

Summary:

He’d meant to grab his attention gently. They don’t need a sudden scream to bring Hakari’s guards crashing into the room. But Megumi’s miscalculated his approach—or maybe Yuuji’s awareness, because just as he’s easing half-out of the darkness to catch Yuuji’s shoulder, Yuuji abruptly turns to meet him.

Megumi’s cursed energy goes slippery, his balance stutters, and before he can stop himself, his mouth collides with Yuuji’s.

PARENTAL GOJO SATORU

Scattered Sheep by Insomniac_with_dreams

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: GenM/M

Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)

Relationships: Fushiguro Megumi & Fushiguro Tsumiki & Gojo Satoru, Gojo Satoru & Ieiri Shoko, Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Megumi & Getou Suguru, Getou Suguru & Hasaba Mimiko & Hasaba Nanako

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Megumi, Fushiguro Tsumiki, Ieiri Shoko, Getou Suguru, Hasaba Nanako, Hasaba Mimiko

Additional Tags: Bounty Hunters, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, College | University Student Gojo Satoru, Gojo Satoru Acting as Fushiguro Megumi's Parental Figure, Gojo Satoru Needs a Hug, Family Feels, Ieiri Shoko is a Good Friend, Hurt/Comfort, Assassination Attempt(s), Attempted Murder, Murder, Blood and Injury, Hurt Fushiguro Megumi, Gojo Satoru Adopts Fushiguro Megumi and Tsumiki, Poisoning, Hospitals, Medical Inaccuracies, I Tried, Tired Gojo Satoru, Making Up, Trauma, Protective Gojo Satoru, Gojo Satoru is a Good Dad, Soft Getou Suguru, Protective Getou Suguru, Fushiguro Megumi Needs a Hug, Lonely Gojo Satoru, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied Sexual Content

Language: English

Stats: Published: 2024-07-01 Completed: 2024-07-10 Words: 21,164 Chapters: 2/2 Comments: 37 Kudos: 485 Bookmarks: 105 Hits: 3,419

Summary:

Satoru hasn’t had to worry about the bounty sitting on his head for a long time. He forgets it there. It means nothing to him besides the occasional bounty hunter that attempts to fight him. Moving away from the school should have restarted that nasty anxiety that lived in him like a second skeleton for much of his younger life. But he’s the strongest sorcerer. He’s Satoru Gojo, Six Eyes. He has died and been reborn better, greater, clutching the power of existence in his palms.

Satoru barks a hysterical sounding laugh. He rubs his hands up his face, leans back and laughs at the smoggy sky.

“My birthday cake, that I ordered this morning at five thirty, was poisoned. My kid who hates sweets took the first bite and nearly died because of it.” Satoru wipes moisture from his eyes. Let out one last breathy laugh. “Someone is going to die.”

always the fool with the slowest heart by vervie

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)

Relationships: Fushiguro Megumi & Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Megumi & Fushiguro Tsumiki, Fushiguro Tsumiki & Gojo Satoru, Gojo Satoru & Nanami Kento, Gojo Satoru & Ieiri Shoko

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Megumi, Fushiguro Tsumiki, Background & Cameo Characters, Nanami Kento, Ieiri Shoko

Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Found Family, Fushiguro Megumi Has Abandonment Issues, Pre-Canon, Gojo Satoru-centric, Gojo Satoru Acting as Fushiguro Megumi's Parental Figure, past satosugu if you squint, Relationship Study, no beta we die like (spins wheel)

Language: English

Stats: Published: 2024-05-29 Words: 10,640 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 18 Kudos: 268 Bookmarks: 52 Hits: 2,028

Summary:

Winning the affections of Megumi is like picking at an iceberg with a fork. Satoru keeps chipping away, though, and perhaps that makes all the difference in the world.

Pride and Joy by Ellafaye

Rating: Not Rated

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga)呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)

Relationship: Fushiguro Megumi & Gojo Satoru

Characters: Fushiguro Megumi, Gojo Satoru

Additional Tags: Mentioned Fushiguro Tsumiki, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Sad Ending, Hurt Fushiguro Megumi, Gojo Satoru Acting as Fushiguro Megumi's Parental Figure, it doesn't end well, Misunderstandings, 5+1 Things

Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Megs and Gojo

Stats: Published: 2023-08-19 Words: 4,711 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 32 Kudos: 530 Bookmarks: 91 Hits: 5,351

Summary:

In which Megumi Fushiguro keeps falling short.

OR...

Five times Megumi and Gojo weren't on the same page, and the one time it damned them.

PT. 1 | PT. 2 | PT. 4

[alixander-the-great]

Meta AI opt out form

I just finished filling out the Meta AI opt out form and omfg that was infuriating.

The form takes so long to get to and the fact that they keep changing it only makes it worse. Because it took me like 45 minutes to fill it out i’ll leave some instructions at the end.

Just to get to the form you have to scroll through all these super long things and they’re all so hidden! When you finally get to the form it asks for your name, country, state, and email. Then it asks you some stuff about why but that’s not the part i want to talk about. In the form they ask you for a screenshot. A screenshot of what? Lemme just give you what it says:

“Attach one screenshot that shows your personal information in a response from an AI at Meta model, feature or experience.”

So let me quickly explain why this is fucking stupid. It is saying that you have to show evidence that the AI already has used your info to get your info removed. W H A T? The whole purpose of the goddamn form is to remove your info BEFORE it is used! I have no fucking words.

This whole shit show has made me seriously consider deleting my art account on instagram. This is just a form so who even knows if filling out the form will do anything? Even so I would still recommend filling out the form now especially because it seems like they’re making it harder to do every day.

Here are the instructions on how to fill out the form that I used:

1. Go to Settings

2. Go to About

3. Go to Privacy Policy

4. Search “Opt out”

5. Click on “About AI’s from Meta on WhatsApp

6. Scroll to and select “Learn how Meta uses information for generative AI models in this article.”

7. Scroll to and select “Learn more and submit requests here.”

8. Click “I want to delete any personal information from third parties used for building and improving AI at Meta”

9. Fill out your name, email, country, and state

10. For Relevant Prompts I recommend pasting this message I got from mattsatonthecat on instagram

“lown the copyright to all images and posts submitted to my instagram profile and therefore do not consent to Meta or other companies using them to train generative

Al platforms.

This includes all future AND past posts/stories/threads on my profile.”

11. For that fucking screenshot, I put in this screenshot i got from Lisa Marie Ford’s video about it on youtube.

12. Finally you put in a message berating instagram for being terrible in the “Additional context” box

If you have made it here tysm for listening to my insufferable ass rant about this :)

[teenage-mutant-cephalo-turtles]

❝... Honestly, I didn't think I'd get this far.❞

"But I know I wouldn't have made it without them."

Hey there! Welcome to the blog!~

I'm Leonardo Hamato, the main owner of this blog, an S+ ranked player, as well as Agent 4 of the New Squidbeak Splatoon!

PFP was made by the incredible @splatoonusna! TYSM FOR DRAWING ME <333!! The banner was edited by us. <3

We'd like to preface this blog by saying the following; We— as in me, Donnie, Mikey, Raph, and Casey— are all alters (or headmates) in a system! None of us are sourced from Splatoon, but we hyperfixate on it VERY heavily.

This blog is a RP blog, as seen in the blog description, but please do not forget that there is someone behind the screen! This blog is based on our own RotTMNT x Splatoon AU.

Here are some of the main tags we'll be using!

#ic~posts - Posts and asks that are in character! #ooc~posts - Posts and asks that are not in character! #leo~laments - Posts made by yours truly~ (Leo) #raph~rambles - Posts made by Raph! #mikey~muses - Posts made by Mikey! #donnie~discusses - Posts made by Donnie! #casey~chats - Posts made by Casey!

Before I go over our boundaries... HUGE inspiration credits go to @bettertwin1, @bettertwin9000, and @madmutts! They inspired us to make this blog, go check them out! <3

Boundaries under the cut!

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✧ Our art can be used by pretty much anyone! Just make sure to give credit. However, here are a few little specific things! - Reposting on any site; We're EXTREMELY uncomfortable with this. Unless it's something like showing friends on Discord (which we still do ask that you give us credit!), PLEASE do not repost our art! Thank you &lt;;3 - Profile Pictures / Banners; Credit is not required, but we'd really appreciate it! - Editing Artwork; Ask us for permission first! Make sure to credit us as the original artist as well. - Selling Our Art; Hey um ABSOLUTELY NOT??? Please never do this to anyone LMAO??? 💀💀 Literally there is no reason for it, so like. Don't.

✧ Also, don't like. Use our art for anything TcXst-related. Seriously. It makes us hella uncomfortable. Along with that, none of our art is TcXst. Don't act like it is.

↳★General Boundaries･ﾟ

✧ TcXst, NSFW, Pr0sh!p, etc. DNI.

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✧ even though this is a rp blog for a splatoon au of rise, donnie, leo, and myself would all be appreciative if the Krang Situation was approached carefully. it factors into the AU, yes, but we'll talk about that when we get to that point. - Raph

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. *. ⋆ Boundaries will be updated as time goes on! We'll reblog this post whenever it's updated <3

[theinfinitedivides]

whenever you tag a post with your 'secret project' tag it makes me smile! it's going to be a banger

ahhhhh, tysm!!!!! it's actually an anthology of things i've been working on seriously for close to four years (had the nebulous idea for an additional four years before that) that is (somehow) still in the plotting stage. the aesthetics are there the vibes are there the general direction is there but word count? nada i'm starting to think it should be a film/game project, asfjdgjnlifhfnlwwmpjfmq

[beneathashadytree]

I have sent you one request before but I can't wait to ask again! <3 Can you do a Levi x reader where the reader is apart of the volunteers from Marley (same group as yelena and onyankopon) and like Nicolo she starts to fall in love with someone from paradis? (Levi obviously) tysm and I can't wait to see how you write this! <3

DIFFERENCES ASIDE - LEVI ACKERMAN X READER

Warnings : racism and prejudice against Eldians, some curse words (c'mon now, this is Levi), reader is female!

Genre : enemies to lovers fluff!!

Word count : 4.6K words (oops)

Synopsis : It isn't that impossible anymore for her to see how Niccolo and Sasha fell for each other.

Additional notes : I... have no idea what I was thinking when I wrote this but I was on a writing high I guess?? I got so carried away afshsksk anyways, I hope you like it, and I'd love to hear your feedback as usual!

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Masterlist

The first time she saw Levi, she genuinely wondered if the island devils were so grotesquely different that they were all shorter than the average person---by quite a bit. Nothing condescending about it (alright, in all honesty she did look down on them more than she'd like to ever admit), she just thought it was some sort of genetic variation that set them apart from the rest of the civilized world.

Then he'd spoken words of vitriol with little aggression yet full of malice, and it stunned her, leaving her rooted to the spot as Yelena shot down their troop captain. Were they really that harsh as they claimed to be? She didn't know, and frankly, she didn't want to wait to find out---especially when she saw the way they held a fellow Marleyan soldier captive on their hellish island. She wasn't about to let herself get eaten alive, but with the looming threat of the titan that towered over their heads, there weren't that many options but to quietly comply and follow Yelena's lead, as she and Onyankopon looked ever-trusting of the filthy demons that stood on the cliff.

It hadn't been her free choice when she was forced to meet their highest standing officials, the remarkably short man and the one with the eye-patch who went by Hange. With a look of disdain as she wondered just how orderly they thought they were to have rankings, the Marleyan volunteer was stopped from attacking by Onyankopon's firm hand, gesturing his head towards Yelena, who took the reigns of the conversation---although it was clear to see that there was little to nothing to discuss, seeing as they sounded beyond ignorant and seriously technologically behind.

"There's nothing to benefit from this island, Yelena, can't you see how little resources they have?" she groaned exasperatedly, banging on the table, "This is all in vain."

The look the blonde woman gave her was enough to send tremors climbing up and down her spine, but the man of short stature---Levi, Yelena had pulled the name out of him with her farce of courtesy---was quick to snap at her.

"If you don't like being here, then get off the island. But you're gonna have to swim back."

"Excuse her insubordination, she's new to this," Yelena chuckled light-heartedly, "We're grateful you're hearing us out over a cup of tea."

"You must be a shitty ass leader then," he muttered under his breath, causing the commander to his left to hiss.

"Levi! Too loud!"

"Good," his reply was nonchalant as he sipped on his tea, rolling his eyes as though he couldn't care less what they thought of him (and that probably really was the way he was thinking).

"You're being rather rude for someone at a disadvantage," she went on, not wanting to back down as he insulted Yelena, only to have him narrow his steely eyes at her.

"Did you forget that we posess two titans that can flatten entire cities? Who's the one at the disadvantage here, really?"

The chill in his voice was unnerving, his threatening undertones more alarming when he spoke them with his soft enunciation, and either out of shock or out of rage, she found herself biting down on her tongue and refraining from replying snarkily. Instead, she remained silent the entire time Yelena and Onyankopon talked to the two Eldians, tuning out the entire conversation out of sheer annoyance and disinterest. The last thing she wanted was to associate herself with the two devils in front of her; if Onyankopon was willing to step on his pride in search of their goals being achieved, then that was on him. She certainly wasn't going to be doing the same.

The moment they were ushered into another room for them to stay at headquarters, Yelena turned her back on her.

"You're being relocated," she stated simply, shoes clicking against the cobblestone floors, "You're going to be part of the dock-building squad."

"What?" she sneered, "And deal with more Eldians?" picking up the pace, she stood right behind the tall woman, "Don't forget that you roped us into this."

With a chilling smile, she turned her head, "Would you like to swim back home, as Captain Levi said?"

"You're using their shitty titles now?" her eyes widened as she looked at her incredulously, "Did you forget their crimes?"

"What crimes?" the taller woman chuckled, hand resting on the door, pushing it open slowly, "Anyways, that's my final word. If you can't handle dealing with them while building a ship dock, then I'll have you stationed with Niccolo."

"And do what, stare at the sea?" she barked back, watching as Yelena sat on the chair by the window as Onyankopon mumbled something inaudible under his breath.

"No," calm as ever, her leader pointed at the blonde man who, as seen from their dorms, was trying to set up a stall, boxes with unknown tools stacked beside him, "Cook."

***

"Stupid Yelena with her stupid orders," she hissed, wiping sweat from her brow after having carried over what felt like a ton of pots, pans, and various kitchen utensils to the massive stall they'd finally set up near the construction work.

With a quirked brow, Niccolo looked up at her from his position on the floor, where he was rearranging the cupboards, "You know, you really shouldn't be saying stuff like that out loud when anyone could be listening in on you."

"And? So what?" she snapped back with a huff, before beginning to hand him the pots and pans.

"You'll be exterminated," he said, shrugging, "Yelena doesn't tolerate traitors, and you know that."

"But why do we have to cook for these bastards?" she grumbled, "It's not like they've been starving all this time."

"According to Onyankopon, they apparently have," he sighed, dusting his pants before he got up, "And it's honestly just because we're the only people that can cook."

With a huff, she leaned against the countertop, "And the only ones with half a brain to not get all buddy-buddy with these scumbags," she shook her head, "I'm never going to be able to have any amity between me and any of these island devils."

***

The second time they'd met was when she was busy decorating the dishes as Niccolo instructed.

In all honesty, the routine they'd fallen into meant that the blonde did the majority of the cooking, while she handled the cleaning and setting up, since he was the better chef out of the two of them. She didn't mind the dirty work; it meant that any thanks were handed to Niccolo instead of her, which meant that she didn't have to deal with any Eldians coming up to her with food-stained fingers and sobbing into her arms (she'd pretended to turn a blind eye to the way Niccolo's face had burned red after a particular brunette had thrown herself onto him; how disgraceful of him to react that way).

Her peace was shattered when a shadow crossed the counter and remained there. Looking up with annoyance etched on her face, she found the same man with the ebony bangs who'd 'welcomed' them upon their arrival.

"What do you want?" she even sounded irritated, as opposed to how serene she'd previously felt.

"Just wanted to check out your food," he shrugged, eyeing their stall with a little interest, "The brats have been speaking highly of this place."

"I'd be surprised if they didn't, uncultured swines don't know a thing about good food after all, must've been a first for them," she mumbled under her breath, and he narrowed his eyes in response, but refused to rise to the bait.

Tugging at the lapels of his jacket, Levi slowly walked around, inspecting the piping hot dishes she'd put out, "What's that?" he pointed at one fish she'd perfectly skinned and dressed with potatoes and lemons, before adding the greens ontop.

Hesitating for a second, she decided against throwing an insult his way, considering the way he'd reacted (or rather, hadn't reacted) to her earlier provocation, "Mackerel. It's fresh."

"You cooked this?" he asked, taking the utensils from her hands, completely turning a blind eye to the way she glared at him and instead focusing on the way the fatty white meat glimmered.

She shook her head, "Niccolo did. I'm in charge of the presentation and services only."

He paused before eating, "You did well. Tasteful."

She almost sneered. What did he expect; for her to thank him? But before she could utter the malicious words, she took notice of how he hadn't made a single complaint since he'd stepped into the vicinity; a clear sign of respect for their work. In return, she remained silent and kept what she wanted to say to herself.

Unlike the group of rowdy teenagers who'd turned up with empty stomachs and a lack of table manners, this man ate slowly and carefully, as though he were savoring every bite. It was a rather surprising thing to see an Eldian act in such a civilized, proper, even mannerly way.

"Give my thanks to Niccolo," he paused, placing the polished dish back where he'd taken it from, before adding, "Please."

The politeness coming from him didn't seem natural, and it was a bit of a shock, seeing as he probably had never felt the need to add pleasantries to his words, given his position, and yet he'd gone through the effort of doing so for someone who clearly despised him. With a nod, she watched as he tugged his jacket tighter around his shoulders and walked off.

Perhaps not all Eldians were complete wastes of space.

***

It was only after the third time they met that she felt absolutely no ill-will towards him, and instead felt a sense of calm wash over her at the mention of his name.

Months after their second encounter, the newest establishment that had been added to the city (kudos to Onyankopon's incessant encouragement that it would be a great idea) was the huge mansion that, once entered, was discovered to be a family restaurant, where the higher ups of the military were supposed to dine at in the near future---if all things went according to the plan Yelena had concocted but remained silent about (and really, it's not like anyone had any complaints; Yelena's word was law to all the volunteers, and it remained that way partially out of fear and partially out of trust).

It was the grand opening of the restaurant, though it really was anything but grand. Only the top brass of the military and Yelena's group of volunteers were welcome to spend the day at Niccolo and the girl's service, an idea crafted by none other than Commander Hange themselves.

"We couldn't help ourselves after hearing his rave review," Hange enthused, wrapping an arm around the shorter man's neck, earning an annoyed click of his tongue.

"It wasn't a rave review, don't blow it out of proportion," he rolled his eyes, "I just gave my honest opinion."

"Which was surprisingly enthusiastic," the brunette chuckled, letting him go as they stood to shake the girl's hand, a happy smile on their face, and it took her all she had to not push them away, the only sign of her true feelings visible in the twitch of her eyebrow.

"Can't you see you're being overbearing again?" the man huffed, touching his superior's arm with no restraint, "You never learn that people have boundaries, now, do you..."

As he drifted off, the girl took that opportunity to quietly lead them to their tables, "I'll be your waitress tonight, and I'll be presenting the dishes that Niccolo cooks all on his own. Happy dining," with a stiff bow that had her skin itching to do in front of these Eldians (particularly the girl with the long hair who, in a witch-like manner, had ensnared the blond chef), she went off to quickly prepare the plates for their guests.

Before she could take a step into the kitchen, a loud holler stopped her, "Hey, we're veterans, aren't we? How 'bout we have some good ol' wine?"

Just as she was about to whip her head, eyes blown wide as she'd scream in protest that she'd been strictly forbidden from serving them that wine, a sharp voice (though really, if she'd bothered to strain her ears she'd realize was not unkind) stopped the teenager.

"Are you daft? You're already as stupid as they come, I can't imagine what you'll be like when you're drunk."

The short-haired boy whined, "But captain..."

All she did was shake her head and give an almost-imperceptible quirk of her lips that she tried to sell as a smirk of superiority---but Niccolo, who eyed her as he handed her the pots and pans of steaming food, could tell the difference, and opted to do nothing about it. Instead, he asked a question that concerned him, "Is Sasha out there?"

Biting back the 'The pig?' comment she wanted to add, she nodded, "She's with that bunch of kids that have clearly never learnt how to properly eat."

"They're not... bad people, you know," he softly remarked, eyebrows furrowed as the girl began to decorate the plates as she saw best, "They were just born into a world different from ours, that's all."

Scoffing as she scooped the beef stroganoff onto the dishes, she said, "You've gone far too soft, Niccolo."

The man shook his head as she began to walk out, balancing the dishes on her tray expertly, "You're the one being too stubborn."

After serving them for hours on end, and tolerating their loud laughter and slurping of soup that had her stomach churning, she was more than glad when Levi and Hange pushed them out of the brass doors, lingering behind for a moment.

"I'm going to thank the chef," Hange rushed, a happy grin on their face as they burst through the back-door, "Oi, Niccolo!"

Levi stood up to talk to the girl, quiet footsteps as he made his way to the window, "You get much customers?"

"No."

"The military top brass came here to get drunk of their asses, didn't they?" he rolled his eyes, "Bastards still don't do their jobs right."

With a stiff nod, she remained silent, a small (not that small, really) part of her wanting to indulge in conversation with the only man of the odd bunch who looked sane enough to talk to.

"You despise me, don't you?" he casually asked, a finger twirling the tassle of the fancy curtains around the window pane.

Feeling a little uncomfortable, the girl folded her hands behind her back, as if feeling some sort of obligation to answer him with honesty (she actually wasn't forced to, but that was what she tried to convince herself of), "Not really, no."

Arching his eyebrow, his expression seemed to tell that he was rather surprised by her confession, "That's odd."

With another nod, she slowly said, "I think... I don't find you as off-putting as the others."

Levi breathed out, and it sounded like a masked chuckle, "Can't blame you when they're a damn handful," pausing he gave her a pointed look, "They're good kids, though."

"You speak as though you're a veteran," perhaps it was her own mind playing tricks with her, but she believed she even sounded slightly teasing.

"I am, actually, and so are these kids," he lifted his pinky finger in the direction of the door they'd just left from, "They might look sometimes like simpletons, but they've seen more shit than the average teenager should."

"Why's that?" she asked, unable to hide the curiosity on her face, for some reason wanting to hear everything the man had to say; it didn't seem like this was the normal for him, because he paused every once in a while as though collecting his thoughts.

Lifting his head away from looking down out the window, he turned to her, grey eyes boring holes into hers, like still yet unpredictable waters, "When Marley launched an attack 6 years ago, half of these kids lost their families to the onslaught of titans, and they spent the rest of their years having to see their precious comrades drop dead like insects under their threat. Now, why were they subjected to that shit in the first place?"

Frowning, the girl replied, "Because they murd---"

"They didn't do shit," he bit back, voice as calm as ever, "They were kids back then, the majority of them no older than nine years old. Tell me, what did they do to deserve that trauma?"

Incredulously, she tried to give him the answer, "Their ancestors! They---"

"Are dust six feet under," he interrupted, and she found herself spluttering, trying to find the words to excuse the nation that had flattened the people she'd always viewed as spawns of the devil, and Levi took advantage of her inability to speak, "And they themselves never committed a single crime. There are history books from an entirely different perspective that say so. But at the end of the day, the enemy is just whomever each person likes to blame, isn't it?"

Head swimming with the words he spoke to her, the young woman wasn't able to dispel the doubts that circled her brain after what he'd said. The idea that what she'd believed in her entire life might've been nothing but a pile of lies to pinpoint a fictional perpetrator shattered her. If her core beliefs were to be changed, what would she cling onto? She had nothing but her searing hatred for Eldians, and even that she had to admit wasn't at all as strong as she claimed it was. If her faith wavered, she'd have no home to return to.

"Just a few thoughts to think of at night," his leveled voice snapped her out of her conflicted daze, giving her what she believed might've been a smug smile (she couldn't really tell; the quirk of his lips was too small to decipher), "I'll be visiting next week too. Thank you for your kindness."

She was too busy to tell if he was being sarcastic or not with his last statement.

***

True to his word, Levi did visit the restaurant the following week. And the next, and the one after that, and every single week after that. He occupied the same table that overlooked the same view out of the same window, tirelessly and without a single bored expression. She wondered how he managed to foot the bill every time, but then she realized that he never ordered that much in the first place. Every time he tried a different plate, and every time he'd offer his gratitude towards both her and Niccolo---though she constantly wondered why he thought it necessary to thank her when she barely did anything to contribute to the final dish.

Ever since that one time he nearly sent her into an existential crisis, he avoided talking of their different races, resorting to idle chatter that she chose whether or not to participate in. He was a man of few words, that much she could tell, and oftentimes he was too brisk (which resulted in her temper rising to his unfiltered words), but all in all, she found herself surprisingly accepting of his presence, even going as far as enjoying his company on slow days (it wasn't as though they had that many customers in the first place; despite Niccolo's rising fame as a cook, the majority of the island's population still struggled with poverty). Though he was rather fair-skinned, he seemed to be fond of sitting in the sunlight---but perhaps that was also because sunny spots were considered blissful as winter approached them.

"You're wearing a coat this time," she pointed out, setting down the lemon-honey chicken breast dish in front of him, before adding the chocolate fudge cake Niccolo had just whipped minutes ago as the day's special.

Arm extended as though to take his coat, Levi politely waved her off, instead asking, "Aren't you cold yourself?"

Shaking her head after a moment of thinking, she pointed her thumb at the back door, "With Niccolo slaving away at the stove and oven for hours on end, I actually tend to overheat."

"Have a seat, then."

More than just a little shocked, her eyes grew wide, "Who, me?"

Looking at her as though she were plain stupid (that ruffled her feathers and she felt slightly annoyed, in all honesty), he retorted, "Who else? I'm not going to eat all this on my own. Have the dessert you recommended."

Still gaping at him, she complied, "Are you sure? Chocolate's kind of a novelty for you guys."

Rolling his eyes, he just gave her his spoon, "Won't use it. Eat the damn thing already," he chuckled, and she felt a warmth pool in her belly at the sound, unable to tell exactly why she felt her cheeks start burning at the sound.

So to distract herself from the confusing thoughts, she decided to busy her mouth with the sweet cake, letting out a delighted moan at the taste, "Niccolo's a genius."

"No wonder that kid Sasha likes him," Levi snorted between bites, and her eyes remained trained on him as his were covered by his neatly trimmed bangs.

The woman looked pensive, "I'm not entirely sure if I'm okay with the fact that they're in love."

"Why?" he raised his eyebrow, "I thought you were past that stage of hatred and prejudice."

"I am," she didn't know why she was so quick to reassure him, but she realized she didn't want him to think poorly of her as he did the first time they'd met, "I just... I think it's, well, weird."

Setting his utensils down and---again---offering his thanks to her and Niccolo for the food, he leaned back against the back of his chair, crossing his legs in a regal fashion that had her staring against her own will (she didn't even realize that she'd been drinking him in for the past God-knows-how-long).

"There's nothing weird about it. Just a girl who found something in common between her and a guy she found attractive, and vice versa," resting his chin on his fist, he went on, "The differences were jarring, sure, but mutual feelings should rise above that."

Having finished the dessert and having been listening quietly as he spoke, the young woman looked down at her lap, mulling things over in her head. Frankly, she didn't know if she'd be as open to dating someone of another race she'd criminalized her entire life, up until recently---but in all honesty, she hadn't been put in a situation where she was forced to react to something like that, so maybe she wasn't to blame for being so skeptical.

With a sigh that sounded a bit tired, Levi set down a few bills on the table, stopping her abruptly from crashing into her train of thought, "Think about it. I'll be patient."

Cocking her head to the side, she felt even more confusion envelope her. What was he on about? Seeing her so clueless triggered another sigh from him, but this time it was paired with a half-smile that could only be described as a mix between exasperated and fond.

"Do you seriously take me for someone who just splurges on meals regularly for a conversation or two, when there are absolutely no emotions involved?"

He left after that, allowing his words to sink in as he tugged his coat tighter around his retreating form, shoes pattering softly on the carpeted floor. It took her a minute, or two, and then---

Oh. Oh.

***

For weeks on end, she found herself growing more and more flustered with every time he stopped by. While he might've come off as intimidating or even cold at first, she slowly became more entranced by his calm demeanor. Like a sedative, he affected her by putting her at ease, but at the same time her heartbeat---which was so loud she almost swore he could hear it from across her every time---sent her into a frenzy and reminded her of the fact that he was very much a handsome, unconventionally captivating man who was pursuing her; not out of mild interest or curiosity, but out of a genuine desire to acquire her affections.

Daft as she sometimes was, impulsive and hotheaded as she often tended to be, she wasn't entirely oblivious to how she felt. She realized that the pounding in her chest was simply her heart beating nervously under his undivided attention, not knowing how to cope with the fact that she didn't find the idea of dating him repulsive---not in the least; quite contrary, actually.

She couldn't help indulging in his small smiles, the comforting silences, and his quiet conversations. She couldn't find it in her to hate the situation, when she found herself indulging him in blissful grins, bashful blushing, and lingering stares. If this were a war, then he'd have definitely won it, because his presence seemed to have such a great hold on her. And despite how she'd previously felt concerning her comrade and his new girlfriend, she didn't found herself uttering one word of protest concerning the nature of her connection with Levi; instead; it became something she treasured and held dear to her, in a way that sometimes stunned even her, wondering what on earth had happened to turn her world around like that. And the answer was always the same. Levi.

Walking on sunshine, she even began to look forward to the days she spent in his company by that golden windowsill. He never moved from that table, and she never expected him to; it almost was reserved for him and him alone---that is, until after she'd have served him and he'd have usually insisted she sit across from him and eat with him. The habits she'd cultivated within the period of knowing him became subconscious things she did without much thought, like they were second nature to her. She didn't know whether to thank him or curse him for being so magnetic and having such an effect on her.

It was after her shift had ended in the early spring when she discovered that he'd been standing outside the kitchen door the entire time, waiting for her to finish up.

"Levi," she called his name, surprise evident in her voice, "Why're you still here?" Arching his brow as he ran a hand through his ebony locks, he asked, "Should I leave?"

Realizing the implication of her wanting him gone, she was quick to correct herself, "Sorry, I just... is there something you need me for?" He nodded, "Hange gave me the rest of the day off, so I have time to spare after this," this time he was the one who offered to take her cardigan, "I wanted to begin formally courting you, so we might as well go on a date now," he paused, sharp eyes looking far softer as he held out his other scarred hand, "A proper one."

Breath hitching in her throat, she came to realize that there really could only be one reply to that---and the way she spoke her words gently showed just how she felt about that.

"I'd love that, thank you."

Taglist: @blondeboyfriend @mrsgiovanna @thispersoniscrazy @cloroxisadelectabletreat

[mockiery]

Hey. Hey. Pspspsppss. Explain your writing process to me. Please?

asjdghs ok in all seriousness idek fam. it's very disorganized and nonlinear and irregular af. much like this answer that got away from me so i'm gonna put it under the cut <3

i start with an Idea™ that has bonked me over the head. i am then possessed by the Idea, and i dump the concept onto a page in onenote as quickly as possible. it pours out of me like a fountain and the scene just kinda. creates itself.

it's pretty much always dialogue that comes to me first, with some major framing and emotional beats of surrounding paragraphs. sometimes the dialogue doesn't come for certain parts of the scene or i already have a vision of this particular section, so i'll describe the scene simply in a paragraph and sometimes later i'll come back and flesh it out. dialogue is something that tends to be the easiest for me. maybe not always voice for some characters, but their meaning and character-drive, absolutely.

and then from there, once the possession ends and what i have is out of me, it's mostly just. staring at the doc and making minor edits and additions around it over the next few days and/or weeks until i get bonked over the head with Idea: Part 2 Electric Boogaloo and so forth, always scrambling to keep up with them.

since writing mk fic and being actually interactive with other ppl and posting my writing, i've started sharing more little bites or even full drafts of my stuff and getting feedback, which, a lot of the time, is like. keysmashes and feral all caps comments, but they definitely help me know what's working and help me in the motivation department. recently i've specifically had the lovely @fdelopera help me out with full blown beta reading and some editing, they have been an absolute godsend (ily btw, tysm 💕).

Music helps me get in the zone sometimes, and keep me on track. I listened to Motion Sickness by Phoebe Bridgers about halfway through writing "your grounding touch", and it gave me some ideas about imagery and sensory stuff i wanted to focus in on more. There are also details in that fic inspired by some of the lyrics, if u feel like looking. It's also a general Vibe and a good marc song.

Music is just generally good for ideas for me too. Very good for calling on the Bonking of Ideas. When I'm hyperfixated on something i make a playlist about it so I can be in that world all day. I'm an all-day music listener, it's essential. (though when i get in the writing zone it can be silent and I won't notice for like an hour or two).

There's also the focus aspect of music too. If i start to associate one song with a piece, I'll listen to that song on repeat while I'm at work and it keeps my adhd brain on track (or close enough to it) so I can keep thinking about and planning it even while i'm busy.

I rarely write anything wholly linear, some parts getting expanded later after what was going to be minor edits snowballed into another few hundred or even thousand words. originally in "your grounding touch, marc's initial scene with layla was a lot shorter, and when writing, the first line for a while was him asking layla what she saw during their blackout. the section of steven's scene with layla researching DID was originally one paragraph before i fleshed it out and gave it dialogue, and was blessed with "you're based on the hero." and then jake at the end of was a late game addition only in the last 2 drafts, but felt essential.

sorry i rambled a lot there but that tends to happen when u let me talk about my writing, so thank u for enabling me <3

[carcinoarmageddon]

Your character designs are <3<3<3. Like all of them feel true to canon, but they're also unique and there are some really cool world building choices and so many little details (Karkats rings!). Even technical stuff like silhouette variability is, like, professional, seriously.

Is there anyone's design or a worldbuilding detail or something like that, that you're super excited about that you haven't gotten the chance to show yet?

OOC txt: LITERALLY SOBBING FR, you are so kind. tysm friend, this means so much to me I simply had to answer sooner rather than later.

I do in fact have one sort of semi out of context info to share; A map of the realm within walking distance of the carcinoArmageddon apartment. Most locations featured here will remain out of context FOR NOW, but what you should keep in mind is that the awkward GTA style arrangement of the city is in fact significant. As Sollux mentioned previously, reality seems to be a half loaded game level you probably weren’t supposed to see yet. The main ingredient of this pic is the complex they’re living in, which is the two-peaked building directly left of the corner store. All other additions will come into play as we answer the Tavros related questions.

[with-the-same-tattoos]

what brush do you use for your lineart? it looks so good ;;

AAHDSHD;;;; TYSM FOR ASKING IK THIS IS A SIMPLE QUESTION BUT I WILL USE ANY CHANCE I GET 2 RAMBLE ABT ART TECHNIQUE & WHATEVER BC ITS MY FAVE FUCKING THING IN THIS WHOLE WIDE WORLD

My brushes r actually quite simple !!!!!!! I built them to compliment my very freehand/sketch style. If someone is interested, feel free to ask, I can check how to make them downloadable/whatever, but really I have just a couple things that I focus on when it comes to them!!!

Square tip. I use one in CSP called quadrado, I think its in the original set, I'll have to check that out later? But yeah I feel a square tip allows for some fun angular spots to really come through !!! This is also super popular in painting I think, angles & sharp edges r super important there

Shape dynamics. The super basic stuff. I have two main brushes; my basic square, which is for draw flow stuff, and a rough square, which i mostly use to fill in bigger areas / do some extra shading with. My basic square has more flexibility (a bigger range, a lower minimun value) and the rougher one is less flexable and most of the time chunky.

Density. I find density options more appealing to me compared to opacity, but I cant tell why? exactly???? yk???? But yeah. Again, basic square has more flexibility, and rougher less. I find the flexibility & range in my basic brush SUPER important, since i like sketching within my linework and erasing it away/cleaning it up. (difficult to explain- if someone wants a video feel free to ask)

Basically:

oSoOther settings go a bit more into semantics. I also use a blender tool to sometimes soften areas, and often my eraser is set to erasing on all layers so I can kinda build my linework ON my sketch layer and use it in the back as some extra flow.

My current style of drawing is inspired by som rly specific artists that I can talk abt if someone wants 2 hear. I do intend to experiment w stronger lines, im just a wuss and like all... squishy stuff ; v ;

U DIDNT ASK, but again bc i just loooove rambling abt this shit, some additional things that have personally helped me w linework!!!

Those super basic linework practices !!! Just drawing straight lines endlessly, drawing a squicle and trying to replicate it now w a slower stroke

Forcing urself to sketch fast; croquis !!!! I recommend croquis cafe for anyone looking to do this kinda stuff online, its GREAT. Just focus on the time, not how good the sketch is. Croquis is FANTASTIC. it helps u develop muscle memory for unique strokes, develop understanding of what u need to pay attention to (are you paying attention to shadow, light, where the weight of the body is, the squished parts, the stretched out parts, the skin, the muscle, the hair, etc) (ive personally done sessions just focusing on darkest shadow, midtone shadow etc, or light, or the stretched out parts, or just like, a few lines to give the idea of the pose ((eg 5 sec croquis)) ((tho i havent seen those in any web stuff, i had a class where we had those and they were fantastic))) anyways DO CROQUIS AND ALLOW URSELF 2 SUCK AT IT DO IT UNTIL UR HAND HURTS AND UR HEAD HURTS (dont actually do that please) (drink water, take breaks, stretch ur hand)

Warmups !!! before i take on a serious linework, I ALWAYS DO WARMUPS. Some lighter line stuff, flowier line stuff. I often do croquis for this. If i dont do this i get more severe hand cramps, because.... yeah

Traditional sketches w different pens. Preferably ones that u cant erase. Kinda similiarly to croquis, this is super good to just develop more confidence w ur lines. U cant go back and erase them so... U just have to learn to get them right. Im bolding this bcs this is probably the one tip i heard that has helped me the most. All my traditional sketches w pens r ugly as hell but they seriously have helped me so much to get some more freedom and have more fun when drawing & not worry all the time, and its made the process way more enjoyable !!!!

Also please take breaks and stretch ur hand !!! THeres a lot of good guides for artists to stretch their hands :> Seriously. Take care of urself.

[seijorhi]

asks :))

what i have learned today is that y’all wanna get fucked by some monsters...

What does nostos mean? What language is it in? 🤔 also I of course loved it, mind blown as usual queen

it’s ancient greek! it means homecoming, the idea of a triumphant return home for the hero after a long journey. i found it through looking at the root of nostalgia. in this fic of course it’s kind of a grim tongue in cheek play on it. the reader’s coming back to the mountains, but she’s running away after a bad breakup, and the welcome she gets is... shall we say less than ideal haha

Just read nostos-

First of all as a person who reads monster shit- hell ya. Mhm. That’s some good shit right there. That was DELICIOUS horror. It actually had me a bit nervous and afraid to read what was gonna happen next 😳

Secondly- omg I wanna know what happened next (at the end) 👀 know what I mean??? 😼

ANYWAY AS ALWAYS you never disappoint and your writing is fantastic (if/when you write horror yandere stuff again I’ll be there- frothing at the mouth. A+++++ work ILY💖)

you want me to write the monster porn, just say it bby ghfjdkshgfjkd but ty

Omfg that fic was so good!

Did the readers mom know about monster kuroo?? Or was she just worried because of the previous murder? And did Kuroo somehow manipulate reader into coming back to the forest or was it just a big coincidence? (👁👄👁 there's no such thing as a coincidence)

Looking forward to your future work <3

ty nonnie!! i didn’t have the right space for it, but after kohsuke was ripped apart and eaten kuroo stayed by the reader’s side until late in the night, only disappearing when he heard the reader’s parents/search party approaching. they found her lying in pools of blood (and scattered half eaten body parts), shaking and unresponsive – they knew no animal could’ve done something like that. so they knew something lurked in those woods, but considering the reader had repressed the memories, her mom couldn’t just come out and say it <33

You are an AMAZING horror writer!!!

The uneasiness I got from the conversations with the mom is just *chefs kiss*

A+++++

ahh thank you!! horror is such a hard genre to write because i’m never sure if the suspense and everything’s gonna hit right haha

I read Nostos before going to sleep last night and at the time I was like “sure hope this doesn’t give me nightmares” and thankfully it didn’t lol. But I think I’m willing to take that chance again because it’s so GOOD and I think I’m just going to have to relive it – @ohno-otome

fhdjgbfhjkdfn i’m glad it didn’t give you nightmares bby!! but i also appreciate that haha, i’m an absolute wimp with scary movies and stuff but i just can’t stop watching them haha

I just wanna say that I was listening to "You're a psychotic villain playlist" on youtube while reading Kuroo's oneshot and I can't explain the emotions I felt, but I'd let Kuroo do things to me asdfghjkl – @itishebihime-samaforyou

ooh nice! sometimes the right playlist makes things doubly as fun haha

OH MY GOD!?!?! Nostos was soooo GOOD?!?!? Like it was so creepy (but in a good way), and scary and suspenseful!! And the ending!?!? Omggg honestly one my fav fics from you!! You did my mans Kuroo justice 🥺💖💕

TYYYYYYY i was genuinely concerned i was gonna scare everybody off haha

Ah! The new fic! Chiefs kiss! Magnificent! Bravo!🧚‍♀️✨🧞‍♀️🦖🦭🌹💫

tysm nonnie!!! <33

i’m pretty sure i’m in the same/similar timezone as you? and i do be staying up late to be one of the first to read your fics (i usually stay up late anyways). so imagine my surprise when i see you post in the afternoon. in conclusion, whether you post to align with your european and american readers’ timezone, my gmt+10 arse will still be one of the first to read your fics. also nostos sjdufigyyjf i have to admit, i recently just found out about monster fucking and nostos scratched the itch😫 i feel bad for kohsuke though

bby i always post at like 2-4 in the morning please get some sleep!! the fics will be there in the morning lmao. i kinda low key forget about my aussie/gmt+10 followers because i think there’s like... 3 of you haha

Honestly if i could give u a dollar everytime i got off to your fics, you'd probably be rich by now

lmao the idea that people find my fics hot enough to get off to still blows my mind lol

your newest kuroo fic was so SO good!! its totally okay if you dont want to answer this so you can keep things ambiguous but is monster kuroo planning on killing the reader after he's...done with them

thank you, bby!! but no, monster kuroo isn’t gonna eat her – he’s had plenty of chances to do that if that’s what he wanted, but he has other plans for the poor reader

RHI, I WANT TO STATE FOR THE RECORD THAT I AM OKAY WITH MORE MONSTER FUCKING IN THE FUTURE. i also want to say im not a monster fucker, but that just feels like a lie at this point. okay, now that that's off my chest, i love it. the mystery, the connections of kuroo to a cat. kuroo's probably gonna go and batter around his prey once they're under his grip like my cat does. hopefully the reader will come out somewhat unscathed, if they are ever allowed to leave 😌 love this, love how different it is, the way kuroo just tries to weasel in. very monster and yandere vibes, very you. have i said i love this yet?? id willingly let him get me drunk on his cock, maybe never leave the peace of the mountains again

‘i want to say that i’m not a monster fucker’ bby the denial will get you nowhere haha. just lean in and embrace it hgfjkdlkfgjnkdl ahh but thank you this is such a sweet ask ILY!!!

Omg omg the monster thing kuroo was in ur latest fic is so familiar to me abdhdmfnjfjf. I remember being told abt a monster with VERY SIMILAR characteristics to it (aka the not being able to go inside a house unless invited and using fire to lure ppl out) AND JFC IT TERRIFIED ME. Esp how when i told ppl around me and they didnt recognize what it was, but it was somehow known to the kid that told me abt it.

(Some ppl thought it was familiar but still didnt know what it was)

Do u know what im talking abt? Hopefully u do

-🥚

GHFJDK so the monster in this is kind of based off the nekomata spirit in japanese folklore - they can appear like people, torment victims by reanimating the corpses of their loved ones, they’ve been blamed for forest fires, so it was just fun to use that as a basis and then go buck wild haha. anyway thanks for the ask bby!

Rest In Peace Kohsuke, you would’ve loved Haikyuu season 5😔✊– @joyvstheworld

poor kohsuke deserved better, i’m just mean to the oc’s i throw into fics haha

Monsterfucking ❤❤❤❤❤❤ a little annoyed you're making me simp for yan Kuroo though (a vibe tho tbh). You're so extremely talented!!!! &

This is probably a stupid question, but how did Kageyama react when he couldn't find y/n? How is life with yan Suga? I imagine probably awful BUT yknow maybe the stockholm syndrome set in fast lmao. Sorry, I'm going on a binge reading your stuff. - @oracleofdin

i will not apologise for making you simp for kuroo he deserves it the man’s a snacc. and as far as your second question, suga’s a very caring, very smothering kinda yandere, so i guess in some ways it’s better than what the reader had with kageyama but... pick your poison haha

That was so good. I’m so shook rn I can’t comprehend anything but how good that was and how good a writer you are

TYSM NONNIE!!! <33

Ok, so, I just read Final Girl and the lil' ticket addition to it and just---

Well, ok I've been playing Dead by Daylight a lot lately? And I'm just picturing Tetsu as the newest killer "The Trickster" and I'm positively RANDY.

Your writing is ALREADY thirst inducing and just as satisfying, but this has SENT ME- If you're not familiar, please...

https://youtu.be/iowkiPobYYQ

Understand my thirst. (I'd also like to clarify, I use a different skin for him that gives him black hair and he looks like Kuroo with an undercut.)

~ @the-casual-hedonist 🌸

i love how feral y’all got for final girl kuroo. like bo and akaashi had his fans, but i put a spiked bat in kuroo’s hands and y’all lost your goddamn minds and i love to see it. fghdjkvhfjdkls thanks for the ask bby

idk why but I love preggo reader as long as I don't pretend it's me 😢✋ I hate babies n pregnancy anywhere else other than horny haikyuu fics

i think that’s a valid thing for a lot of fans. the idea of breeding is sexy, the actual getting pregnant and having a kid thing... not so much. but especially with non-con scenario’s, it’s more about the aspect on control than the actual desire to have kids. but yeah, i feel you

Sorry to bother but uh was just wondering in fracture did Osamu kill his wife or was it actually an “unfortunate event” ? Love your work btw!!

he most certainly did :))

LMFAO RHI i totally get not liking cheating/infidelity fics (towards reader) bc IT HIRTS ME SO BAD I CANNOT HANDLE THOSE.

id be reading fics those fics like: tf you mean my yandere aimt gonna baby me and only want me??🤨🤨🤨⁉️‼️

EXACTLY! listen i get that it’s a fucked up fantasy, but in my fucked up fantasy you damn well better have the decency to be loyal smh

Finders keepers is the most beautiful thing I've read by you: I read it twice like I normally do and here's what I figured out the second time (that's when I analyze it and find the little tidbits of things that are much darker than they appear (: )

To start I LOVE THE DETAILS OF THEM NEVER TEACHING READER ANYTHING- at first I assumed "oh they might see her as a little sister or child or something" but realized thAT WAS THE ISSUE!! they infantilize her and isolate her from everyone but her group. the small details like that are what make the story amazing 😎💅

ahh thank you so much, nonnie!! pls this is making me soft 🥺

I just wanted to stop by and say that I love your writing and I hope you're doing well!!! Drink plenty of water and keep up the amazing work :) but seriously you're one of the best fanfic writers I've seen on tumblr! I read your "Imitation" piece about kuroo and i keep coming back to it, it's so good! I did want to ask if you think it'd be possible for the reader to ever escape with the baby (or at least attempt to). Or if Kenma would "help" at all just to put an end to kuroo's antics lmao

kenma would in no way help the reader, and tbh by that point if kuroo did get her pregnant, she’d be far too emotionally dependant on him to actually even want to leave, but thanks for the ask!

You know who I think would be a perfect Yandere in the JJK world? Choso.

🚨Spoilers Ahead🚨

After being locked in a glass jar for however long he was, and all that happened with his brothers, I feel like he would absolutely never let his darling out of his sight. He would be possessive. Obsessive. And Oh So delusional. Sure he’d be your anything - he truly is a softy - but to what end?🤤

choso would make an excellent yandere, ngl 😌

what au/troupe of your fav character(s) that you have written do you like the most?

(rlly hope this makes sense🙏)

i am always a slut for soulmate au’s :))

[ststsgsg]

All of the Fic Recs I Have Received, PT. 1

tysm to: @kltar0 @itsthecityoftheflower @neighborhoodlum @sablegear0 @fadingbasketballgoopprune :D !

SATOSUGU

bluebird, spread your wings (here’s a piece of the broken dream) by tangerineseason

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)

Relationships: Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Megumi & Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Megumi & Getou Suguru, Fushiguro Megumi & Getou Suguru & Gojo Satoru, Minor Haibara Yu/Nanami Kento - Relationship

Characters: Getou Suguru, Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Megumi, Other Jujutsu Kaisen Characters

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Sports, PyeongChang 2018 Winter Olympics, Speed Skater Getou Suguru, Figure Skater Gojo Satoru, Speed Skaters Nanami Kento and Haibara Yū, Past Child Abuse, Past Abuse, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fushiguro Megumi Has Abandonment Issues, Gojo Satoru has Abandonment Issues, Touch-Starved Fushiguro Megumi, Touch-Starved Gojo Satoru, Child Fushiguro Megumi, Parental Gojo Satoru, Gojo Satoru is Fushiguro Megumi’s Legal Guardian, Gojo Clan Bashing (Jujutsu Kaisen), Protective Getou Suguru, POV Getou Suguru, Alternative summary: Megumi finds joy while Suguru and Satoru fall in love, Additional Warnings In Author's Note

Language: English

Stats: Published: 2023-11-06 Completed: 2024-01-19 Words: 74,291 Chapters: 8/8 Comments: 111 Kudos: 482 Bookmarks: 138 Hits: 12,087

Summary:

Fill your eyes with wonder, Suguru.

His mother had always said to him, a sort of incantation that had clung to his heartstrings, returning to him in the moments of daze, accompanying the awed breaths that would tumble past his agape lips.

He had devoted himself to chasing that gentle murmur, spoken to him as he had waded into the world of dreams, but his eyes, no matter how desperate for such a sight, had yet to behold a wonder that would draw his heart to a standstill, a momentary interruption in the steady hum of its beats, falling silent in the presence of something it perceived holy.

At least, until now.

For Suguru was no poet, but as he watched the man on the ice with a caught breath, every graceful twist and turn of his body enchanting, resembling a blue star gone waltzing across the night sky, he thought he might have finally understood what they had meant.

me and my husband, we're doing better by interludewings

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)

Relationship: Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru, Fushiguro Tsumiki, Fushiguro Megumi, Hasaba Nanako, Hasaba Mimiko, Gojo Satoru's Parents, Getou Suguru's Parents, Ieiri Shoko, Iori Utahime, Nanami Kento, Haibara Yu (Jujutsu Kaisen), Itadori Yuuji, Tengen (Jujutsu Kaisen), Uraume (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Curses (Jujutsu Kaisen), Fake/Pretend Relationship, Fake Marriage, Exes, Exes to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn, Fluff and Crack, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Light Angst, Family Fluff, Crack Treated Seriously, Title from a Mitski Song, Accidental Marriage, Parental Gojo Satoru, Parental Getou Suguru, Gojo Satoru-centric, Gojo Satoru Being an Idiot, Jealous Gojo Satoru, Jealous Getou Suguru, Kid Fic, Child Fushiguro Megumi, Child Itadori Yuuji, Minor Haibara Yu/Nanami Kento, Minor Ieiri Shoko/Iori Utahime, Minor Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji, The Parent Trap-Style Shenanigans, this is really unserious

Language: English

Stats: Published: 2024-02-04 Completed: 2024-02-04 Words: 46,260 Chapters: 3/3 Comments: 70 Kudos: 675 Bookmarks: 159 Hits: 9,043

Summary:

If someone had told Satoru a week ago that his impulsive choice to adopt children would lead to him standing at his front door, ready to welcome his ex-boyfriend—who also turned out to be his lawfully wedded husband—who was going to move in with him for three months in an elaborate ruse to deceive an orphanage director and a social services officer into believing they were still a couple in love, Satoru would have simply laughed in disbelief.

In which Satoru Gojo decides to adopt two children, only to discover that he accidentally married his ex-boyfriend, Suguru Geto, during a drunken episode just months before their breakup. Now, they find themselves living together, forced to maintain the facade of a loving couple. This leads to a series of petty tricks, cringe-worthy pet names, and the unexpected challenge of raising children together.

Fleeting looks of Clashing Purple and Opal Blue by Lexili333

Rating: Not Rated

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: M/M

Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)

Relationships: Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru & Gojo Satoru

Characters: Getou Suguru, Gojo Satoru

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Eating Disorders, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hair Brushing, soft touches, First Kiss, Idiots in Love, Getou Suguru Needs a Hug, Gojo comforts Geto, they're so in love, Really they are, no beta we die like junpei, Hugs, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Protective Gojo Satoru, Communication, Yes they actually talk it out this time, Soft caresses, Sleepy Cuddles, Sleepy Kisses, Cursed Techniques (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Language: English

Stats: Published: 2024-03-08 Words: 6,260 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 27 Kudos: 235 Bookmarks: 44 Hits: 2,077

Summary:

''And reaching out for the soft white strands softly brushing Satoru’s forehead came as easily as breathing for Suguru.

At first it was just fingertips, hesitantly lifting up some of the fringe that fell over Gojo’s blue eyes.

Suguru smiled, for he had been right.

It was soft.

The barely there touch of his fingertips grew into a greedy desire to comb his whole hand into the cloud of white. And so Suguru did. His fingers grasped at Satoru’s hair, rubbing at his temple and snaking his hand to the back of Satoru’s head.''

Or, Satoru and Suguru actually communicate this time. (I just had to write this because the headcanon of Gojo taking care of Geto while he's at his lowest is literally always on my mind)

i was confident alone (now my heart's craving another) by noctetsai

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)

Relationships: Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru & Gojo Satoru & Ieiri Shoko

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru, Ieiri Shoko, Nanami Kento, Haibara Yu (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Student Gojo Satoru, Student Getou Suguru, Friends to Lovers, Getting Together, Fluff and Angst, Gojo Satoru is a Little Shit, Protective Getou Suguru, Getou Suguru is Whipped, Slight Codependency, as a treat, Feelings Realization, this fic spawned from a shitpost, please treat it as such, it's supposed to be mostly silly, Slice of Life

Language: English

Stats: Published: 2024-06-20 Completed: 2024-07-16 Words: 32,774 Chapters: 5/5 Comments:141 Kudos: 528 Bookmarks: 139 Hits: 6,852

Summary:

Yaga levels them all with a look. "You're being reassigned."

Shoko sighs. Oh boy.

Twin scrapes can be heard as Satoru and Suguru leap up, voices overlapping in protest.

or, Satoru and Suguru get separate assignments; this is widely considered a bad move

Love is a Twisted Curse by le_paquet_fou

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Major Character Death

Category: M/M

Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)

Relationship: Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru

Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Mild Blood, Canonical Character Death, Dead Getou Suguru, Grief/Mourning, because i wanted to make the final satosugu scene even sadder, we all suffer here, no beta we die like men

Language: English

Stats: Published: 2024-06-24 Words: 1,288 Chapters: 1/1 Kudos: 23 Bookmarks: 1 Hits: 177

Summary:

Suguru dies in Satoru's arms, leaving both of them cursed by their love.

~*~

A small look into the moment between Gojo watching Geto's final breath and rejoining his students after the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons

moonlight by cj_ackerman

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: M/M

Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga)

Relationship: Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru

Characters: Getou Suguru, Gojo Satoru

Additional Tags: Sensory Overload, Established Relationship, Comfort No Hurt, suguru is head over heels, hes so down bad, Pure Comfort

Language: English

Series: Part 1 of suguru geto/satoru gojo adventures, Part 1 of jjk one-shots

Stats: Published: 2023-08-27 Words: 2,516 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 6 Kudos: 393 Bookmarks: 47 Hits: 4,447

Summary:

In Suguru’s arms, Satoru is warm, cozy, and sated. He lets down Infinity, drops his guard, closing his eyes. With a deep breath, he accepts the kiss pressed to his forehead. Only in Suguru’s arms will Satoru feel safe.

tentacles coveted, but sadly not present by Aamalysstuff

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)

Relationship: Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru

Characters: Getou Suguru, Gojo Satoru, Ieiri Shoko

Additional Tags: Sex Work, Public Hand Jobs, Phone Sex, Sex Toys Under Clothing, Top Gojo Satoru, Bottom Getou Suguru, Face-Fucking, Marathon Sex, Dirty Talk, So Much Trashy Porn Dirty Talk Oh My God, Roleplay, Light Dom/sub, Getting Together, Also Getting Back Together, Can Someone Be Your Ex If You Technically Didn't Date Them At All The First Time Around?, Nipple Piercings, And Nudes, Poor Shoko The Things She Has to Deal With, Both the Author and Gojo would have wanted to include a tentacle monster in this, Please handwave canon for the purpose of enjoying raunchy fanfic

Language: English

Series: Part 1 of tentacles coveted

Collections: Satosugu

Stats: Published: 2022-02-14 Words: 23,770 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 123 Kudos: 3,279 Bookmarks: 741 Hits: 52,902

Summary:

“So what do you do for money, then, Su-gu-ru? Do you offer mass murder bonuses? Catering services? Do you sell your nudes?”

“Hardly that.” Suguru scoffs. He rolls his eyes. “My nudes are not something people can afford to buy. ”

“Hmmm, I could afford them.” Satoru shoots back with a grin. “I'm rich enough to buy your nudes.”

Suguru levels him with a look, and there’s about half a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Do you wanna buy my nudes, Satoru?”

***

A story in which Satoru ends up funding Suguru's Cult activities by buying his overprices nudes and personalized nsfw otome CDs.

It's also character study in whether or not someone can be a genocidal mass-murder and a tsundere at the same time.

Kaleidoscope by Pandamonio

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: M/M

Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)

Relationship: Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru, Ieiri Shoko

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, but is it?, Past Lives, Dreams vs. Reality, Recovered Memories, References to Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, Historical References, Mythology - Freeform, They're studying the classics, and incidentally discover they are meant to be lovers in every timeline, Holy Roman Empire, They think about it a lot, Bottom Getou Suguru, Angst and Fluff and Smut

Language: English

Stats: Published: 2023-11-19 Completed: 2023-12-03 Words: 10,099 Chapters: 2/2 Comments: 54 Kudos: 340 Bookmarks: 76 Hits: 3,932

Summary:

“I’m in the classics department,” he answers and has to bite his tongue not to say the word ‘actually’ because that would be pedantic and prove Satoru right.

“Ah, that’s better,” Satoru says, nodding his head, all traces of animosity forgotten. “Then you’re smart, like me.”

Or

In his dreams, Suguru is a jujutsu sorcerer at the verge of a breakdown.

once we have sufficiently tortured one another by irrevenance

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga)呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)

Relationship: Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru

Additional Tags: Top Getou Suguru, Bottom Gojo Satoru, Trans Gojo Satoru, Choking, Ambiguous/Open Ending

Language: English

Stats: Published: 2024-01-21 Words: 4,664 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 38 Kudos: 860 Bookmarks: 193 Hits: 7,844

Summary:

Suguru’s throat goes dry. “You’re no longer a sorcerer,” he realizes, a hysterical laugh bubbling in his throat in response to the sick joke that has laid itself before him. “And you came to me?”

“Yes,” Satoru says pleasantly. “What will you do about it,” and here he lowers both his eyelashes and his tone, a mockery of seduction, “Getou-sama?”

PT. 2 | PT. 3

[choerrypuffs]

My favorite in the ATLA series 👀👀👀

Okay so my friend and i both agreed that objectively the Renjun one was the best. Like the plot, the CHARACTER DEPTH, and the execution was perfect *chefs kiss*

BUT MY FAVORITE WAS THE HAECHAN ONE AHAHAH His character and the storyline of it was so appealing to me cuz he was like playful and fun but with a ✨vulnerable✨ side, oh and a gang of air bending thieves is always fun. THE SHARING THE BED TROPE IS SUCH AN OVERPLAYED TROPE BUT I LOVE IT ALL THE SAME SO 😩💓

Plus i laughed my ass off when i first thought haechan would be portrayed as a monk that’s bald with arrow tattoos 🤣 (not to mention the addition of the mental image of bald mark, jisung, and chenle LMAOOO)

Oh and sidenote: I remember being very curious about how all the boys’ reactions and interactions wouldve been like if she actually went to each nation and collected them. And then formed her own Team Avatar. That would’ve been hella awesome man ASHDKSMA like a harem but with bending 💯 but not over the top, it would be lowkey only like Ouran Highschool Host Club (a harem anime thats not in your face harem) or smth. I highkey believe that in that scenario Renjun would be the canon love interest just because. 😌

Oki I’m done rambling :DD my fave is the haechan one :D here is a semi bald arrowheaded haechan to prove my point

omg that's so nice thank you so much 🥺💖 i'm not supposed to have favorites but the renjun fic is super special to me <333 it was my first real attempt at trying to write characters with emotional depth (albeit very surface-level) and that's why i felt the need to write a part 2 for him !! it just felt like his story hadn't been fully completed yet 😌

YESSS HAECHAN WAS BASED OFF JET AND HIS CREW BC HAECHAN SUITED THE ROGUISH BUT LOVEABLE THIEF TROPE SO WELLLL 🤩 and LMFAO the there’s only one bed trope always reminds me of this meme 😭

JDSFKLSK STOPPPPPP OMFG THIS IS WHY I HAD TO PUT THAT DISCLAIMER ON THE MASTERLIST BC I WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO WRITE THE FIC SERIOUSLY IF HAECHAN WAS BALD 💀

HELPDFJSKSKL WHEN I TELL YOU THE BALD HAECHAN PIC HAD ME IN TEARS I AM NOT KIDDING I WAS CRYING LAUGHING PLSSSSSSS 😭😭😭 i had to show cat and moon too bc i was absolutely LOSING MY SHIT over it LMFAO idk why but the kirby pointing at him makes it 10x funnier??? also why does it look like the arrow was drew on with a dry erase marker LOL ugh there’s just so many comedic layers to this pic and i have added it into my favorites album bc i laugh every time i see it tysm for sharing it with me oml 🤧

i’ve thought about it too!! i hate that i missed such a huge opportunity with my atla series 😔 it could’ve made it all interconnected like i did with my pjo series but i just didn’t think about it at the time. i kind attempted it by mentioning doyoung in the fics, but that was about it. when i think back, i feel like i could’ve done a whole spinoff with haechan’s crew. AND HOLY SHIT THAT’S SUCH AN AMAZING IDEA??? ALL OF THE 00 LINE BOYS GATHERING AND FORMING TEAM AVATAR AND THE REVERSE HAREM ELEMENT AS WELL?!?! UGH YOU ARE SUCH A GENIUS, MY LOVE i’m not saying renjun would be the canon love interest bc he was my favorite to write butttttt

ugh this is making me want to revisit everything but my atla series is so old atp so i also kind of want to let it rest in peace 🥴 maybe i’ll do another poll LMAO

thank you so so so much again for this lovely and HILARIOUS ask omg you’ve completely made my life and i will have this haechan pic with me until i die