#ouf writing

[itsevidentvery]

Hi i have been reading your Terror fics and I'm obsessed, obsessed, with your writing.

Please please could you share how you go about writing dialogue? Yours is so snappy but also subtle? I can't explain it very well but it scratched an itch in my brain and makes me giggle and grin.

Firstly, come here so I can kiss you ALL OVER YOUR FACE.

Secondly, thank you so much! I love reading great dialogue and constantly worry that I get mine wrong, so this is just so warming to hear.

Thirdly, I think as with anything else it is a question of immersing yourself in works who get the thing right that you are trying to do. I happened across a fair bit of PG Wodehouse, Terry Pratchett and Georgette Heyer at formative times in my life, and while I would never ever compare myself to them, I think steeping yourself in really great exponents of dialogue help to develop at least one's taste for it?

Another thing you've likely heard before is: read what you've written out loud. This is helpful for all writing, but hearing your dialogue out loud helps identify where the rhythm is off, where something feels strained and artificial.

A lot of this is going to sound quite negative: find out what's wrong, what's off, develop your taste by reading what's good so you know what to avoid etc. But I think unfortunately quite a lot of dialogue writing *is* chipping away at the bits that don't work until you get to the bits that feel truthful and make an argument for themselves narratively (by which I don't mean expository so much as - what do they reveal about character, world, systems etc.)

That's rather a rambling and self-important answer, so I'll wrap up by saying THANK YOU SO MUCH again.

[anotherspookyarchivist]

Oh the urge to write a dark-ish psychological horror set in "A Better World" from Stan's POV is so strong.

[fratello-rigatoni]

If we can still send requests um. Copia getting all. Pampered by his ghouls because he is so wonderful and big and deserves to not lift a finger. Sorry.

Okay Im gonna write a full thing for this. But right now, here's this lil bit <3

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Months of being pampered in his office after his promotion to Frater Imperator had left Copia...well, well adjusted.

He had it all: Ghouls at his beck and call, ministry kitchens always stocked, fans sending in favor after favor. All he had to do was whine a little, and whatever he wanted was his.

The success took well to him. His lean form filled out, every caring touch and mouthful made its mark on his growing body. A full belly, always. Thick, wobbling thighs as he trotted around the stage. A soft jaw to suck on in between Rituals.

And Copia loved it - couldn't get enough of it. More, more! More food, more praise, more attention. It was all his.

And the Ghouls would never complain. They spoiled their previous Papa at every chance. After all, it was a big shift from Papa to Frater Imperator. He'd been through so much with Sister Imperator's death....

But now he didn't need to worry about all of that. He wasn't sure how many suits he'd outgrown since his promotion, but that didn't really matter. What mattered was that he was fat, full, and barely needed to lift a finger to get what he needed.

With the way the Ghouls attended to his every whim (every belly rub after too big a meal, grinding against his fat thigh as he moaned, lost in pleasure), there was nothing to worry about. Nothing at all.

[icarus-is-obssesed]

Lester and Yang? More like hell yeah let's bang.

[kingkat12]

my dearest kingdom, I come to u for answers!!<333 lmaoooo

-- SOOOOO the next chapter of seven minutes is going to be about 16k ish words, and I'm a little worried it's too long tbh:( so just for future reference, I need ur help to know whether u think so as well...?? like 16k takes a while to read too, and I want the reading experience to be good for u guys, so I'm just wondering what you think?

[makoredeyes]

1, Jack/bt

#1 a kiss good morning

He stirred with the first rays of dawn, the strange sounds of alien birdsong, or something like it, rousing him from a slumber far more restful than what most soldiers like him would enjoy. He stretched, toes curling in his boots, spine arching, fingertips splayed and trembling, and rolled, looking up into the deep violet sky, just beginning to blush pink, and took a deep breath.

Around him, the enormous robotic hands that cradled him twitched, quivering as the Titan that held him registered his awakening, and Jack Cooper turned his head and smiled. Some men might sleep fitfully under the open sky, but he knew he was well guarded. Some men might be troubled to be held nearly 20 feet aloft while they slept, but he knew he would never be dropped. He slept best in BT-7274's hands.

"Hey buddy," he murmured, sitting up slowly. BT blinked sedately at him, the lens of his singular optic rotating as he brought Jack up and in even closer, cradling him gently against the warmth of his chassis.

"Good morning, Jack," BT rumbled, squinting sweetly in his warmest version of a smile. Jack leaned up and pressed against the Titan's bulk, laying his cheek on warm metal, and smiled back into that big eye as BT tracked him.

"Good morning yourself. Ready for another day of hiking?" He asked, sighing happily as BT's hands shifted to hold him one-handed so that the other could stroke a single table-sized fingertip down his back carefully.

"Of course, Pilot," BT hummed, giving him another slow blink. "The sooner we complete this mission, the sooner we can get home."

Jack laughed and bent to lay a kiss on the rim of BT's focusing ring.

"Miss your frame?" He asked.

"I do prefer more...accessible accommodations," BT chuckled, managing to give Jack a bump in return before he pulled away. "This chassis is inconvenient." Jack laughed again and nodded, sitting back in BT's palm and folding his legs up. "Agreed. The sooner the better. I like you better at eye-level too, bud." "Makes kisses easier," BT said, setting off at a loping stride.

"And other things." "Yes, other things as well."

[sycopomp]

ooie? ooie.

y'all have been nice and patient so i'ma give you a li'l sneekie peekie at ooie ch2

Perking up, you said to Sun, “I’ll be right back!” and turned to make your way to the storage–

Your key!!

“Oh!” Stopping abruptly, shoe scuffing on the play mats, you spun around– and found Sun staring at you. He looked just as surprised at your sudden turn, going strangely still. “Sorry! Ben e-mailed me this morning and said that you… would have my key?” You had almost said you were supposed to supply my key, but you didn’t want to sound accusatory. 

Sun blinked slowly, still watching you. It took until that moment for you to realize that he had been watching you when he thought you weren’t looking, and you blinked in return. You definitely shouldn’t say anything about that, right?

… Probably.

… 

You were right on the verge of not taking your own advice when Sun blessedly saved you from yourself. “Indeed!” Raising a finger, he tapped it to his cheek. “It’s been sooo long since anyone needed that spare old thing. I’m sure it was left in one of the desk drawers.” He beamed down at you, eyes crinkling up sharply. “I’m fully confident in your ability to find it!” Twiddling his fingers in farewell, he spun and crouched next to the ball pit, turning his attention to a child calling his name. 

“Sounds good! Thank you!” You gave a little wave in return, then smiled at the child, before heading over to the desk. 

This time, you didn’t catch the look Sun sent your way. 

Finding the key amidst the lawless disarray of the daycare’s security desk was going to prove a greater hurdle than anticipated. Part of you considered simply asking Sun to open the storage shed. 

Then, deciding that you were going to need to tidy this desk up for yourself at some point anyway, you rolled up your sleeves and got to work. Each drawer came out of the desk, up-ended, and set aside for a later wipe-down (once you could fetch the disinfectant wipes from the storage). The overall clutter that ended up strewn across the desk was sorted in an order that was ingrained in your subconscious; trash in trash, like with like, and significant stuff separated. … You liked alliteration. 

More of the mess was actually garbage than you really wanted to think about sitting in the drawers for who-knows-how-long. Within just ten minutes you were left with a much more manageable menagerie (okay stop that) of knickknacks, office supplies, lost and found-bound toys, and… a little pile of things you could not quite identify. One looked like a remote for a fan or something, another resembled your employee card (maybe the last assistant forgot theirs), and–

Wait was that the key? You picked it up, turning it over in surprise. It looked more like a snub-nosed little trinket, but now that you thought about it, the shed hadn’t worn a padlock, so maybe this was right. 

Pushing away from the desk and giving a little stretch, you headed over to the shed. The little lock resembled the power symbol on computers, and the key slotted in perfectly. “Score,” you whispered to yourself, feeling a surge of triumph. You did something all on your own! It was a comfort, reminding you that you would find your footing here with time. 

[egginfroggin]

(Written for Dojoshipping week day 4: Jubilife Village/Coronet Highlands.)

*Falls out of the week in a heap*

I meant to post more for this week, really.

Here's the fic I posted a blurb of last week! It is vaguely inspired by real events. :>

Happy reading! I hope you all have a good day! ^^

[indestructiblelittlefuckers]

(Ι'm feeling a bit off today, so maybe I won't get any writing done, sorry! I am still hoping that it will change till the evening though!)

[vincent-frankenstein]

i need information that would take longer than five minutes to obtain to continue writing . hell and death on planet earth

[steel-and-fire]

As the magma dripped off his naked body, he stood tall and breathed in, as if he was breathing in for the first time in his life. Deep and long... Tasting the air, even the heavy, sulfuric one that filled the place..

First of, his memories were intact.. He remembered everything. His loved ones, his friends, the ones he lost, the ones he left behind, the ones who gave up on him, the ones still waiting.

Secondly, he felt more detached to them. He cared for it all, still, but the immeasurable pain that tortured him had numbed... He could only wish them the best, pray for their wellbeing, and believe in their efforts.

He had his own life and his own purpose to take care of...

Purpose....he run his fingers on his chest, over his heart.. It felt hot... He moved his hand over his shoulders and on to his back.. Something was there on his skin, that he couldn't see..

A image of the Sun has been engraved on his back, but he wasnt aware of it just yet, he could only feel a heat emanating from it..

And he felt... Rage. He felt anger. Will and drive. He remembered all the suffering that he came across... All the people that needed help, desperately.

He remembered those that he ignored, and he felt repulsed with himself. He remembered all those he helped out of his own convenience and benefit, and he felt disgusted.

He stepped over to his cloths, and he started getting dressed. Pants, shirt.. Boots...

He tied his garb differently this time... More battle ready.. More war like.. It made sense, somehow.

He turned his gaze around, as if something called for him. To the edge of the platform, laid a suit of armor, almost as if the very magma had washed it ashore. It blazed with the molten fire still, but it didnt bother him. He took it in his hands, and run his fingers on it...

He couldn't tell how, but someone... Something, had taken notice.. And he would not deny the gifts. He equipped the armor, the breastplate and the bracers.. Light, strong, flexible. Perfect.

As he did, he thought that he could make a difference. That he should make a difference. In this rotten world, he had the strength to stand above the rest. And all he wanted till now, was to prove that strength, to increase it.

When he lost Lia, when he left, he lost his drive. He wandered around aimlessly, trying to find something to fill the void in his heart, too ashamed to return, knowing he was already a ghost of himself.

Pathetic. Is this all he had been reduced to? This pathetic being that only cared to drown his sorrow by proving his worth to others?

Who cares about such things. As he took his Axe in hand, Igris'Ir thought how little those things mattered. He had to fight. He had to battle. He could never stop till the world was rid of the wicked and the vile. Like an open flame, vengeance and fury burned in his heart.

That was his purpose.

'You need a name...', he spoke quietly, gazing down on his Greataxe, transformed to be two sided, crackling with lines of magma on its surface.

'But first...', his now bright red eyes looked up, to the opening of the volcano far above him.

'Lets get out of here.'

[spareham]

AND THE THREE LONELY THINGS POKING UP FROM THE WATER ARE HER NIPPLES AND HER NOSE AS SHE FLOATS ON HER BACK

AND THE SAND IS DESERTED EXCEPT FOR ME STANDING I STAND AS THE LANDMARK TO KEEP HER ON TRACK (SO THE OCEAN WONT PULL HER AWAY)

IM GUARDING OUR BAGS SINCE I REALLY CANT SWIM AND I DONT WANT TO LEARN THOUGH SHE DOES TRY TO TEACH

BUT THIEVES THAT SCOPE TOURISTS AT NIGHT IN THIS CITY IN DAYTIME ALL PROBABLY HANG AT THIS BEACH

you never know in monte carlo

[freyjasamael]

ah yes the typical "I'll write today", sitting in front of the word document whilst simultaneously cleaning my desk and curating the perfect playlist for said fic, but not actually writing the fic and now, yes, scrolling tumblr.

[sparkles-oflight]

I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE IT HAHA

i still can't believe this isn't photoshopped

[amaranthineghost]

hi! could u write a fic where lando and the reader were fucking and lando takes his phone out halfway through (to take a photo for himself) but accidentally gets it posted on his instagram story and they only find out in the morning idk i just thought this would be funny af

OOPS? ( lando norris. )

lando norris x reader

to commemorate the sight in front of him, he snaps a picture on his phone without realizing he's just posted it for millions to see.

warnings: smut

authors note: I really liked writing this!!! it's a bit shorter than usual, but I enjoyed it a lot so thanks anon!!! <333

HE DIDN'T KNOW HOW HE DID IT. maybe he was just in the haze of sex, buried deep in her cunt with her leg over his shoulder, her other around his lower back pulling him in further.

he was hovering over her, hand pressed against her mouth as strings of muffled moans spilled from her lips, warm tears against his skin. god, she looked so good, too good. he just wanted to remember how fucked out her expression was.

leaning over to the nightstand, slowing his thrusts ever so much as he clutched his phone, flash on to compensate for the darkness of the bedroom. he snapped the photo, throwing the phone to the side, face side up.

he turned his focus back to the messy masterpiece in front of him, returning to the pace he had set before.

he pulled his hand away from her mouth to hear her symphony of moans, music to his ears. his hand took its place on her neck.

lando norris has posted to his story

he was so lost in the moment, he should've realized sooner the mistake he made. he should've realized at the instant texts that lit up his screen because who would be texting him this late?

all he did was flip over the phone, ignoring whatever notified him as he pulled her leg off his shoulder, pushed her leg down from his back. he fell beside her, prompting her to crawl across him, straddling him weakly as his hands settled on her hips.

fuck, she looked so good from this angle. hair messy from the pillows, face red from the tears down her cheeks, but also flushed from how hard he fucked her. he had already coaxed one orgasm ouf of her.

she sank down on his cock, causing him to curse under his breath with praise, “fuck, such a good girl.” his hands clawed into the flesh of her hips, guiding her pace once he saw her struggle.

the view was immaculate, he could've came at the sight of her tits bouncing up and down as she slid on his cock alone. it was salivating.

his hands left her hips to grasp her breasts, and he couldn't care if her pace faltered because everything felt too good in the moment.

if only they knew.

he planted his feet firmly against the bed, grasping her sides again as he lifted his hips to meet her halfway. it was rough, causing her to steady herself with her hands against his chest as he thrusted up and forced her hips down. his cock buried deep in her brought her over the edge so easily as tears fell from her face onto the bare skin of his chest.

she collapsed against his chest as his cock sank into her, feeling the warmth of his seed inside her cunt. she groaned against his chest as his arm spread across her bare back and pressed a kiss to her hair. the tears from her face wet his skin.

“did so good, baby,” he cooed, running fingers across her flesh as she hummed into his chest.

they laid together for a while before going and cleaning up. since it was already late in the night, they got back into bed and fell asleep.

when lando awoke the next morning, his phone was nearly dead and hundreds of texts and missed calls from his friends was the cause. hot to the touch, he carefully held his phone, brows furrowed as he laid on his side, back to his girlfriend, who was still fast asleep on the other side of the bed.

first, he opened the texts from his friend, max, who’s messages were in all caps. his eyes widened at the content, squinting at the screen in disbelief. no way he was that stupid, no the photo he took was in his camera roll—no it wasn't.

he discovered that, unfortunately, the photo he had taken was posted to his Instagram story, and it hadn't been taken down.

if it weren't for the circumstances, he could've stared at the photo all day because it was truly that good, but first he had to get rid of the post—and get the photo into his camera roll.

he nearly jumped out of his skin when she stirred in her sleep, now right against his back with her cheek pressed to his bare skin.

“morning,” she groaned and he mumbled back. she moved to rest her head on his shoulder, squinting to see what was on his phone screen, “why’re you on your phone so early?”

“i'm sorry.” he gulped, turning his head to watch the expression knot on her face, mostly confusion.

she sat up, leaning on her arm as she practically hovered over him, “lando, what did you do?”

“i’m so sorry,” was all he could say.

“lando,” she paused, an underlying tone of irritation laced in her voice as she emphasized her words, “what did you do?”

he glanced back at his phone, not even trying to hide the guilty expression written all over his face. she snatched the phone from his hand, and he didn't stop her. he covered his face with his hands, rubbing his eyes before leaving them to cover the lower half of his face as he watched her face.

“what the fuck?” she shoved his shoulder.

“i didn't mean to!” he sat up, throwing his hands up before running them through his messy curls, “i don't know how i did it.”

“oh my god,”she muttered under her breath, rubbing her temples as she hunched over the phone, “i’m deleting it.”

“wait–” his hand touched hers, he bit his lip, “at least save it to my photos–ow!”

she hit the backside of his head at the idiocy of his words. she exhaled deeply, anger taking over her body. of course, he didn't care as much as she did. he wasn't in the photo at all to begin with and this wouldn't affect his career as deeply as it would affect hers.

“why? so you can post it somewhere else? text it to your friends?” she raised her voice, groaning out in frustration.

“baby, calm down–” he tenderly placed a hand on her shoulder, which she shrugged off.

“how can i calm down, lando?” she threw his phone down on the bedding, falling back down onto the bed with her hands covering her face in shame. now that picture is all everyone will ever see her as, all thanks to her idiot of a boyfriend.

he grabbed his phone back, seeing the photo had been taken down from his story, but they both knew that image would be circling the internet for a long time.

“at least the photo didn't show anything,” he tried to make light of the situation, but it was to no avail as she spat back with venom in her tone.

“you don't even care about the photo because you aren't the one in it, lando.” she scoffed.

“i’m sorry, okay?” he turned to her, “i really didn't mean to, you know i would never do that.”

she sighed, “i know, but i’m still mad, lan.”

“i know, darling,” he laid beside her on his side, looking at her side profile as she stared at the ceiling, “you have every right to be mad.”

she stayed silent, and he didn't know if it was a good or bad thing.

he gulped again, speaking up, “and i promise to never take a photo of you when we're fucking ever again.”

a laugh forced it's way past her lips, “oh, please we both know you'll try and fail,” she said with a smile on her lips, shaking her head.

“okay, yeah, but i promise i’ll triple check it's not in any social media post,” he flipped over onto his stomach, propped up by his elbows with his pinky held out. she took it and the promise was made. the situation dealt with, for the most part.

“did you happen to save the photo though–ow, okay!”

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proofread by @foreveralbon <333

[slttygeto]

SLOWLY LOVING YOU — SUGURU GETO.

જ⁀➴ synopsis: Before Yaga introduces you to the third years, Suguru is a little unsure of you joining them. And then he meets you, and suddenly his heart doesn’t know how to slow down.

જ⁀➴ content warning: fem!reader, reader gets a few cuts and faints, swearing and a lot of fluff.

જ⁀➴ word count: 4,2k

જ⁀➴ note: thank you to the sweet @duhsies for commissioning me! I had so much fun writing it<3!!

“Yaga says there’s a newcomer,” Satoru had a habit of speaking with a mouthful, which Suguru really hated. A hand is smacking the back of the white haired’s head who hisses at the contact before glaring at his best friend.

“Hey!” He protests, his sunglasses resting at the tip of his nose.

“Swallow your food.” Suguru presses, taking a sip from his drink. He had heard long ago from Yaga about this newcomer, and wasn’t really sure how to feel about it. It’s not that he wasn’t good with new people (he wasn’t), but he felt like it was a little odd to transfer someone and have them be with him, Shoko and Gojo right away. They had to have a good cursed technique, a great control of their cursed energy, otherwise they’d just get in the way of everything and—ouf, this was too negative.

Who was he to judge? Sure, a part of him was skeptical, but he was trying to awaken the other side that usually reassures him that everything will turn out just fine.

“I wonder if it’s guy or a girl,” Satoru speaks again, and this time (surprisingly) he swallows his food before opening his mouth. Suguru shrugs at his best friend, grabbing a fry from his tray of food.

“It won’t really change much, I just hope they’re good at what they do,”

“Oh Suguruuu,” Gojo whines at his friend’s negativity, pushing him but not too hard. “Don’t be such a kill joy, I’m pretty sure that they’re good. Otherwise, Yaga wouldn’t look so excited.”

“Why are you the one telling me to be nice?” The black haired male raises an eyebrow, carefully picking out a fry that didn’t have ketchup on it.

“You rubbed off on me,” Satoru wiggles his eyebrows to which Suguru rolls his eyes at.

“Don’t.” Suguru presses, but it’s too late to stop his friend’s funny joke.

“That’s a little fruity—“

“Finish your food.”

When they head back to the school grounds after having lunch, they’re pleasantly surprised when they find Yaga, Shoko and an unknown girl standing near one of the school buildings. From the looks of it, you weren’t that nervous. Sure, you were checking out your surroundings as the school was new, but nothing about your demeanor suggested that you were anxious. Not even a little.

Suguru raises his eyebrows at this, and although he tries not to stare too hard at you, Gojo is quick to notice it and nudges him with an elbow.

“Hey, think that’s the new girl?”

“I mean, it looks like it,” Suguru mumbles a response and stops walking when Yaga starts to approach them.

“You finally decided to show up,” Oh, an ass-whooping is on the way.

“The mission took us way too long,” it’s Satoru who tries his luck as his usual, and the grin on his face draws a similar one on Suguru’s lips.

“Yeah, but we managed to get it done with. That’s all what matters,” if it wasn’t for Satoru’s love to piss off their teacher, Suguru is sure that he wouldn’t bother. But it’s fun, and it gives the students something to laugh about.

You watch the scene unfold before you and you raise your eyebrows at how easy going the pair standing in front of you was. Did they not fear Yaga? You had been introduced to the man a couple of weeks ago before you were transferred to the school, and despite the comforting vibe the man had, you still felt like you owed him some sort of respect.

Something the two guys bickering with their teacher seemed to lack. Or maybe it was just an act.

Yaga gives the two guys a comical smack to the back of their heads and you hear Shoko snicker next to you. You fight back a smile of your own, until you feel Shoko pat your back, almost in reassurance.

“You can laugh, they won’t be offended.” You relax at this, and before you could even say anything in response, Yaga is clearing his throat to get your attention.

“You can introduce yourself,” oh, he’s talking to me. You’re suddenly aware of the three pairs of eyes fixated on you, and you fidget nervously.

“Hello, my name is (name) and I’m—“

“That’s boring!” The white haired male cuts you off, and your eye twitches. Well, that’s offensive. Before you could even glare at him, he’s approaching you while taking off his sunglasses and your heart stills at the sight. Those eyes felt like they were staring into your soul.

“Show us your technique, that’s a much more interesting way to introduce yourself,” your body relaxes at this, and you can see Yaga signaling you to go along with what your classmate was saying.

“Oh, okay then,”

Suguru’s eyes are cat-like as they fixate on you. You get in position to show off your technique and suddenly, everything goes quiet. He could feel the energy shift when you stepped away from them, and so he was anticipating a big show. Perhaps, you were a show-off like Gojo.

Suddenly, the air feels a little different—why is it wet? He touches his skin to make sure he wasn’t imagining things, and before he could even process things, fog had engulfed him entirely. This was new.

You were nowhere to be seen, maybe that was your technique—a little weak, Suguru thought. But it felt like you read his mind because right in front of him was standing a carbon copy of himself. A clone.

“What the—“ The clone stands still as Suguru gets into a fighting position, ready to unleash a weak curse at it, but the clone is quick to do the same and releases a different curse—the clone knew about his technique?

Before things could escalate further, he heard a snap of fingers from behind him and his eyes widen when the fog and the clone both disappear at once. You were standing right behind him. Being so focused on the fact that what was standing in front of Suguru was a literal doppelganger, he failed to notice you sneak up behind him. He assumed that you snapping your fingers was to deactivate your technique, but it was also a realization that you made him so unaware of his surroundings—and that was the beauty of your technique.

Everyone looks amused by Suguru’s confused expression. He was staring you right in the eye, and your confidence and the relaxed expression painting your face would normally sned shivers down anyone’s spine. It was awkwardly silent for a few moments before Gojo decides to break the silence.

“That was rather impressive, wasn’t it?” Shoko agrees with her classmate, clapping almost ceremoniously. Yaga steps away from the two to approach you and Suguru who was still staring at you, this time with less resentfulness. Sure, he hated having someone sneak up behind him. And the fact that you had chosen him out of the three felt a little strange, but he tried not to overthink it.

Maybe it’s because I looked like a bitch.

He immediately brushes off the thought when you flash him an unapologetic smile, the confidence you gave off a few moments ago replaced with something he couldn’t quite decipher—were you getting shy?

His lips part almost in shock at the way your cheeks are slightly pink, and you take two steps back and away from him before apologizing out loud.

“Sorry, I just thought you looked a little bored.”

Oh, not anymore.

“That to you, is a Grade 1 sorcerer.” Yaga announces very proudly. Usually, Grade S sorcerers would be the one to be introduced like this—with so much pleasure and honor. But Yaga didn’t care about that. He saw potential in you and embraced it like you were his top student.

Geto couldn’t shake off the giddy feeling in his chest. He watched as Satoru came over to your side and ruffles your hair, promising that you were going to have a good time at school because he was there. And you played along, the playful expression you wore on your face not matching the blush on your cheeks—you were just easily flustered having this much attention on you.

“What do you say, Suguru?” He snaps out of his thoughts at the mention of his name, and he finds his best friend staring at him with those eyes. He caught him looking at you, didn’t he?

“Sorry, I zoned out.” It wasn’t entirely a lie, but he wasn’t going to say that you seemed so interesting that he found himself so lost in his thoughts. He didn’t like this, he didn’t like how you seemed so unaware of the fact that you were breaking down his walls one by one, and all of this happening in less than an hour of meeting you? Unbelievable.

“I said, we are all gonna get along so well, right?” Glancing at you, he notices how you seem to shift your attention back to him the moment his name is mentioned. You’re almost eager to find out what he has to say next, sparkly eyes and a tight lipped smile making you look so fucking adorable—oh fuck, no.

“Yeah, we will.”

He was officially and totally fucked.

--

It’s been a few months since you officially transferred to Jujutsu high, and things were going great. You felt like you fit in so perfectly, you were a bit nervous that you would be a burden since the trio seemed to have a dynamic of their own, being the one to ruin the dynamic—or worse, feel left out would just be the highlight of your school year. But they were so nice. Each in their own way.

While Gojo felt like a troublesome sibling with his many pranks and jokes, Shoko truly felt like a close friend. You could crack jokes with her, share food and even watch movies during the weekend. The friendship you shared with both seemed very genuine and you were so grateful for that.

And then there was Geto.

Suguru Geto, tall and handsome, with long dark luscious hair and cat-like eyes. A smile that seemed precious since it appeared way less than you would want. A voice that felt like he was purring in your ear and a personality that had your heart stuttering in your chest.

He had caught your eye the moment you saw him walk on the school grounds. You tried not to make your tiny crush on the man obvious right away, but it felt like you blew your cover when you chose him as your target when asked to show off your technique.

Things weren’t exactly bad between you and the tall male, but they weren’t that good either. There an awkwardness that always lingered when you were both left alone, your heart would beat so fast and so incessantly when you felt his eyes on you before he places a piece of his chocolate on your desk.

“Was gonna share it with Satoru, but he pissed me off today.” You’re almost shocked that he’s even addressing you when neither Shoko nor Satoru were in the classroom.

“Are you sure? He does like sweets,” you still grab the sweet treat and place it in your mouth, to which he chuckles at.

“Well, you ate it immediately. Seems like you don’t care.”

“Well, he did piss me off too today,” you’re grinning, playing with the wrap of the chocolate. Suguru raises his eyebrows at your remark and continues to tease you.

“Was it another joke about how bad his clone was? I mean he’s not entirely wrong—“

“Stooop,” you groan out, resting your head on your desk in defeat. You were too embarrassed about the recent incident, and no one seemed to want to let go of it.

Rather than being embarrassed that his clone was that ugly, Gojo’s sudden and quick realization that your clones had an immediate link to your photographic memory lit up a bulb at the top of his head. And so the teasing began.

How come Suguru’s was so accurate on day one!

Do you have something to share with the class?

It was horrible, and you remember how Yaga had to smack the white haired male in the back of his head to get him to stop. He caught onto your little crush on Suguru faster than you had anticipated, but you were glad that when asked what he was teasing you about, Satoru chose to save you the embarrassment and just say that his clone was so ugly, you needed more practice.

“I just need more practice,” you say, a little muffled from having your face in your arm. Suguru stares at you for a few moments from his seat, then he suddenly gets up and walks towards you. He crouches down in front of your desk and you quickly raise your head in question.

“Hm?”

“You don’t hate me, right?” He could’ve asked that question from his desk, he knows that. But it would’ve seemed a little cowardly cause he knows he would avoid looking you in the eyes. But eye contact was important when communicating things, and right now was one of the few moments where Suguru felt like he was going to pee his pants waiting for an answer.

“Hate you?”

“I’m aware that hate is a big word—it’s a strong feeling too, but I just need to know if you feel that way about me.” Suguru was supposed to feel stupid, maybe a little insane for asking you something like this. But he noticed how things always got quiet when it was just you two alone. It didn’t necessarily mean you hated him, but a part of him wanted to make sure you didn’t resent him for mysterious reasons.

“I don’t hate you,” you pause your words, and Suguru watches as your face slightly reddens as you avoid his eyes. “Uh, just nervous.”

Now, why did I say that? It’s one thing to know that he makes you feel this way, but it’s another when you fully admit it to him and watch as he raises both of his eyebrows, almost in shock.

“Nervous?” At first, he’s scared that the word has a bitter taste to it—but it slowly dissipates when he sees the blush on your face darken because why did he have to say it like that.

It sounded like he was saying it for the first time, carefully tasting each letter and syllable. You felt nervous around Suguru.

“You are kind of intimidating,” the small smile painting your lips eases Suguru’s nerves despite having another word describe him. But he’s heard this one before. In fact, he likes it. He likes the way it makes him feel, the ego boost it gives him when he sees people quiver in his presence.

But he didn’t want to have this kind of effect on you. You didn’t need to fear him or avoid his eyes for him to know that he was a powerful sorcerer—he wanted you to feel safe with him. He wanted to rid you of any problem weighing you down, have that smile on your lips for a long time. Whatever Suguru felt for you, he was coming to terms with it and accepting it.

Slowly that is.

“If I’m intimidating, then is Yaga like a monster to you?” Suguru teases you back, and he stands up from his crouching position. He stares down at you with a grin, his sharp eyes making eye contact with your own bright ones. A contrast like this looked so endearing.

“Yes.” You don’t hesitate as you reply, and Geto immediately bursts into laughter at this.

“Wow, you didn’t even hesitate.” Wow, I made him laugh.

“But he is scary! I mean, he’s very nice… but I don’t think I’d wanna piss him off like Gojo does,” you mumble the last part, but Suguru hears you loud and clear.

“Satoru pisses off everyone, so you’re safe.”

Having a conversation like this with Geto felt nice. It wasn’t that often that you two chatted or even had the time to sit down and give each other normal classmate updates. So to be able to talk to him like this, make him laugh until his stomach hurts before walking to your dorms felt new. But you weren’t complaining.  

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Over the last few months, you’ve gone on a couple of missions with both Suguru and Satoru. They were all successful, and you always got done with them in half of the time.

But today was different. You were going on a mission with Suguru.

Yaga mentioned how you both seemed to work really well together, and while Suguru might’ve been stronger than you, you had so much potential that couldn’t get wasted. Suguru seemed like the perfect fit for a partner and a sort of mentor.

The mission was going to take place in another city, which is why you find yourself on the train with the tall male who was trying to get some sleep.

Sitting across from each other, you couldn’t help but steal a few glances at the guy. He looked too good from this angle, you could feel your body tingling in embarrassment.

The guy’s just trying to sleep

Over the last few months, no matter how hard you tried to brush your feelings for Suguru, they resurfaced not only a day later when he did something that would make your heart stutter in your chest. You remember him making you food when you were sick, giving you his scarf when you got too cold, suggesting to style your hair for you—how could you not fall for him?

But you were terrified of rejection. You were scared that those feelings could potentially ruin the friendship between you two, and God knows how horrible that would make you feel.

“We’re there,” you were so lost in your thought, that you didn’t feel the train stop. Only Suguru’s hand on your shoulder was able to snap you out of it.

“Oh sorry,” you stand up and make your way out of the train with Suguru following close behind.

“Did you manage to get some sleep?” He asks from behind you, and you slow down your pace to match his footsteps before shaking your head.

“Not really, I wasn’t that tired.”

“Oh but you will be after the mission, that’s always how it is.” He was referring to the many times you and Gojo would end up falling asleep on each other on the way back home, and he would secretly take pictures of the white haired male drooling on your hair to show it to you when you both wake up.

“Thank god he’s not here to drool on my hair,” you say with a hint of annoyance, but it’s harmless.

“Oh, you never know,” the playfulness to his voice makes you roll your eyes, but the smile on your face gives away that you were anything but annoyed.

You arrive to said location after ten minutes of walking. And at first sight, it seemed like any normal abandoned building; a little creepy, no color painting its exterior and most importantly lifeless. But the smell—god, the gut wrenching smell that came from it made you cringe.

“God, it smells horrible.”

“Then we’re at the right place.” Suguru is the first one to walk in, and you follow close after. You take careful steps, eyes darting around the area to scan it for any clues.

“I have a horrible feeling about this,” you mumble to yourself. You knew you were sent to this place to find the source of its gloominess, but the farther you walked down the hallway, the tighter your stomach got.

“It was an orphanage.” Your heart sinks at the revelation, watching the old toys scattered on the floor, filled with dirt and dust. You could only imagine what happened to the kids.

The room is silent for a few moments before both of you and Suguru stand still. Almost on guard.

“Do you feel it?”

“Yeah, I do.” Whatever took over this place was huge. It didn’t necessarily feel like a strong or dangerous curse, but the way it was staring at you from down the hall had you standing in a fighting position.

Before you could even process the fact that you were dealing with that big curse, it charges at you—and fast.

It’s too fast for its size!

Mist engulfs the creature almost immediately, it would only serve as a distraction for a little bit before it would rage even more and decide to charge at you.

“Go hide, I’ll take care of it.” You watch as Suguru calls in two of his powerful curses, both enough to do the job. But you don’t want that.

You don’t want him to do the job on his own, or worse hide while he does everything. It wasn’t why you became a sorcerer, why you chose to even join the school. And so you stood still, grabbing one of the daggers attached to your thigh. You ignore Suguru’s cries telling you to step away from the huge curse.

“You’re gonna get killed if you don’t move!”

“Shut up!” The mist slowly morphs into something else—something Suguru has never seen you done before. It shapes itself into a beautiful scenery, one where flowers are blooming and the sun is shining and—he was hallucinating.

And so was the curse. The technique might’ve not been the most powerful, but it still managed to blind the curse for a few moments. You fill your sharp dagger with cursed energy before slicing it open in one swift motion. It’s messy and sloppy, and blood covers your clothes and the floor like a paint. You stand still and stare in awe at what you’ve just done.

I killed a huge curse on my own!

What you fail to see is the multiple cuts on your body, and how all color leaves your face as exhaustion washes over you. Shit, you were passing out.

The last thing you remember hearing is Suguru calling your name before everything goes silent.

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Suguru is a mess. That was the only word that could accurately describe the state of the poor guy as he paced back and forth in front of your dorm room. No matter how much Gojo tried to convince him that you were okay, he refused to budge.

He was mad at you. You were so reckless back there, refused to listen to him when he asked you to move—he was filled with all kinds of emotions.

And so when Yaga finally gives him the green light to visit you, the first thing he does is scold you.

You’re sitting up in your bed with bandages wrapped around your body, and you look so tired. But despite all of that, you still manage to flash him a warm smile when he walks inside your room and closes the door behind him.

“Yaga told me I was passed out for two days, I hope I didn’t worry you—“

“What you did was reckless.” Suguru cuts you off, voice sharp and cold that you flinch. Your eyes stare at your lap, avoiding his because he was right. You were reckless, refused to listen to him and powered up your technique faster than your body could handle.

“I know,” you don’t apologize. A part of you wants to, but you were still going to stand your ground if he tried to guilt trip you about the situation.

“And I was very mad,”

“I know.”

It’s silent for a few moments, and Suguru takes in how despite the tears blurring your vision, you refuse to give in and apologize about anything.

“But that’s only because you scared me to death,” he hears you sniffle, and he sees you blink away the tears before staring at him in shock. Suguru takes a few steps towards you, and for a moment you see the hesitation in his action. He quickly brushes it off as he gently rests his hand on your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek.

“You have no idea how terrifying that was.” Your heart starts racing at his words, and his touch left a tingling feeling behind when he pulled away to pat your head.

“I don’t want you to do that again, but I gotta admit,” he ruffles your hair, the scowl on his face morphing into a soft expression.

“That was really cool,” your smile is on your lips almost immediately at his words, and you take your hand and wrap it around his wrist. You pull his hand down and place it again on your face, a bold move that has the both of you slightly blushing.

“You think I’m cool?” your voice sounds sweet when you ask the question, and Suguru thinks he’s never heard you sound like this before but he nods anyway.

“The coolest.”

Neither of you move or say a thing after this, but the prolonged eye contact had the tall male leaning down a bit hesitantly at first, making sure you were okay with it. So when you pull him closer and place your lips on top of his, Suguru is convinced that it was the right thing to do.

The kiss is short and sweet. You pull away after a few seconds and the blush on your cheeks spreads across your entire face when he leans in to give you another kiss. Then another and another.

“Sugu—“

“Shhh, you look cute when you’re flustered.”

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