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Umm can we show more love for the series wtf!? It’s so good😫

Light in the Dark

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☆ Content: f!reader, jjk au, hurt/comfort, heavy angst, depression, implied suicidal ideation, implied ED, mentions of blood (nosebleed)

☆ Word Count: 6.1k

You found yourself hanging out with Toji more often than not, much to your surprise. Sometimes it’d be a simple dinner at home or a trip to the store so you could share his car instead of carrying bags home. “Don’t need ya freezing to death out here, it’s winter,” he’d say to convince you.

Other times you would be invited out with Megumi to share some quality time as a way to make up for the drunken night with Toji or if he needed some help with his homework.

Tonight was one of those nights.

It started with some family games before dinner that led into a movie night where Megumi begged to watch Kung Fu Panda to see all the “cool talking animals.”

“Kid’s finally asleep,” he says, sinking back down into his spot on the couch with a thump. “Now we can actually watch something a little more exciting for two adults,” he huffed.

“How can you say that wasn’t fun?” you feign shock. “I bet Megumi’s going to be doing kung fu moves all week or give you the wuxi finger hold.”

“I can fight better,” he scoffs, to which you giggle. “I’m sure I could give any dragon warrior a run for their money.” Toji raised the sleeve of his sweater upwards to flex with a cocky grin over his face.

“Okay, Tai Lung,” you tease, rolling your eyes. “Whatever you say.”

Toji laughed while grabbing the remote, “Just for that, I’m picking the next movie.” He started flipping through the available options until landing on an old classic, Bride of Chucky. “Perfect,” he smirked, leaning back against the couch like he owns the place (he does).

The movie right away picks up with an intro to the main character, Tiffany Valentine, paired with a catchy tune as she kills a man in cold blood. Following that scene, you’re introduced to the other star of the show, the possessed doll himself.

Toji might’ve thought the combination of blood and murderous dolls would have you leaning into him out of fear, but to his surprise (and disappointment), you weren’t. There are scarier things in the world to worry about over TV violence. The most he got out of you was a recoil you made as Chucky kills Tiffany’s boyfriend while he’s strapped to her bed.

“That’s what gets a reaction out of you?” he questions while looking at you.

“Hey, the stabbing is one thing, but piercings getting yanked out?” you shudder. “No thank you.”

“Would’ve thought you’d be a little more afraid of the creepy ass doll running around with a knife…” he paused as the scene came on of Chucky killing Tiffany in her bathtub, “…or a TV.”

“Maybe if we’re talking about Slappy from Goosebumps, but Chucky I can enjoy.” You reached into the popcorn to grab a handful, humming along ever so softly to Call Me.

Toji chuckled, “You’re one weird girl, I’ll give you that.” He then took his own handful of popcorn as well. What is it about you? He wonders to himself. You have such a way of keeping him interested and wishing to know more. This frightful “rabbit” of a neighbor who enjoys horror movies, uncaring to all the blood and violence; a model by day and an owl at night; a woman who a short bit ago was a stuttering mess and now sits next to him on his own couch joking away.

You’re different than the usual women he meets, and he knows he’s only begun to scratch the surface of all your mysteries. Every glimpse he gets into the iceberg that is your life is akin to a breath of fresh air in an otherwise still atmosphere.

Throughout the rest of the movie, even if you weren’t clinging to him to shield your eyes, he still had his ways of keeping the distance close. From the “accidental” touches while grabbing popcorn, to the arm he slung behind your head over the neck of the sofa; it’s like watching an awkward teenager’s first movie date in real-time. In reality, this is far newer of an experience for you than the man with a child to his name.

You can’t help but wonder if there’s something more to this that he hasn’t said, but you can’t deny that you enjoy him and the attention. You haven’t tried to ask of his relationship status, nor has he mentioned anything regarding it.

Toji’s sweet and he makes you laugh. It’s all you could ever hope to have with a significant other and you have that right now as friends. You know for a fact that Shoko would be in your ear begging you to kiss him and shoot for the stars, or in this case “see stars,” but is it worth the risk of messing it up what you have now?

Am I just that touch-starved? Yes.

Thankfully (or not), it didn’t come to any of that, and the two of you pleasantly enjoyed the rest of the movie in each other’s company.

Toji stood up from the couch, stretching his limbs, and collecting all the leftover dishes to clean. “I’d say we should watch another, but then I’ll be late for work.” You swear you could hear him pouting even with his back turned.

“There’s always other nights we can get together.”

“I think we should just start Megs early with the good stuff. What do you say about watching Alien next time?” he turned to you with a mischeavous grin.

“Yeah, and scar the poor kid for the rest of his life over the spaghetti scene? I don’t think so.”

“Hey, I saw much worse at an earlier than him and look how I turned out.”

“It’s a miracle you’re sane.” He rolled his eyes playfully. “I vote next time we watch Finding Nemo with him. I’m sure he’d love that one especially when one of the characters is a lot like you.”

His eyebrows knitted with confusion. “In what way could I possibly resemble a fish?”

You giggled, “well for one, Gill is tough, smart, and cares for his friends; and two, you both have similar features like the color black, the focused eyes, even facial scars.” You held your tongue at the mention of his scar.

You weren’t sure if it was an uncomfortable topic or not to him since neither of you brought it up before. You know just as well as anyone that it may not be the easiest to talk about, especially if there’s some unknown trauma attached to it versus something like falling into a sticker bush.

Toji had his back facing you again as he was bent over the sink rinsing dishes, so you were unable to see his expression even if you wanted to know if you crossed a line. “I’m sorry, I─“

“You think I’m all that, do ya?” He interrupted with an amused snort. “I bet I’m tougher than any fish in the sea,” he tells you again, flexing both of his arms this time in the air. If he was wearing a tight shirt, then maybe you could see if his back muscles compare… but you quickly stopped that thought lest you make a fool of yourself drooling.

You wish in relief, “I guess I should compare you to an orca instead.”

He turns to you with a toothy grin, “now that’s a better comparison for someone like me.”

The two of you chatted for a little while longer while cleaning up. Once you both finished, you took your belongings in hand as he walked you out.

“I’ll see you later then. Hope you have an easy time at work.”

“Thanks, sweetheart.” He followed you out of his apartment, hovering in the threshold as you started to enter yours. “Try not to have any nightmares later.

“If I have any, then I know who to blame,” you teased. “Goodnight, Toji.”

Once inside your apartment, you practically skipped over to your couch to pet Tsumiki who was eagerly waiting. You took a few breaths to calm down, but you couldn’t help but feel so giddy. It’s nice having someone like Toji in your life for the first time in a long while. It feels like nothing could possibly go wrong right now.

You haven’t looked at your phone in the hours you’ve spent next-door, so that was the first thing you opted to check up on. There were several notifications greeting you.

The first were some cheers from work about the magazine finally being released to the public alongside compliments from Mr. Nanami.

The second were the obligatory instagram mentions, most namely from Satoru with some of his choice photos from the shoot.

Lastly, the third set of notifications were all the various users blowing up your feed.

A pit formed in your stomach as you scrolled through all the posts. Comment after comment just filled with hate targeting you.

Who does she think she is being that close to him?

It’s your job.

she’s just using him for clout lmao loser

You couldn’t care less about that.

I bet it was torture for him :(

she’s not even that pretty

Should’ve just been Satoru on the cover

No matter how much you wanted to stop looking, shut your device off, and grind it into a thousand pieces in a blender, you couldn’t.

You aren’t new to hateful remarks, nor are you to others putting you down. It’s to be expected no matter what you do thanks to internet anonymity, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less.

They’re jealous.

You know that.

Just some obsessed fans wishing it was them with him instead of you.

You know that too.

Why didn’t you just stay in your lane? You don’t deserve the recognition, good or bad. It’s your fault this is happening. You could’ve lived your life as a flower on the wall but instead you chose to flaunt yourself and all your flaws for the world to see and poke at for entertainment. All those comments are right, you know? You even say much worse to yourself in the mirror you pass by every single day.

You toss your head back, “I know.”

For a while, all you could bring yourself to do was stare blankly at your phone and all the hateful replies being added every passing minute. It’s a given after all considering Satoru’s astonishingly high follower count.

At the grace of some higher power, you finally got an excuse to stop tormenting yourself as you watched your phone shut down from a low battery. You threw it aside and curled into a fetal position, letting the tears freely fall onto your knees.

You must’ve cried yourself to sleep you later realize after opening your eyes to the midday light pouring into your apartment. Begrudgingly, you pushed yourself off the couch listening to every bone creak like floors in a dated house. You plugged your phone in to charge and returned to the kitchen to feed Tsumiki her breakfast because unlike you, she deserves to eat.

After a few more morning (afternoon) chores, you looked to your phone to see how things were today. The answer?

Worse.

More of the same shit, but with the added bonus of threats pooling in your DMs and on all your own posts. Courtesy of the people who have nothing better to do than wish harm upon you for breathing the same air as their celebrity crush. Speaking of,

Satoru Gojo heyyy sugu, shoko, and I are going out to that club again later to celebrate! you up to join???

You Sorry, I’ve got a lot of work to catch up on :( hope you guys have fun though!

Satoru Gojo boooo :( well if you change your mind, we’ll be there! <3

Look at you lying. Aren’t these supposed to be your friends?

“Yeah, I know. I’m the worst,” you sigh.

Most of the time your bed is the only place you want to be, all wrapped up and cozy under layers of blankets and pillows relaxing away.

Other times it feels like a prison. All the fabric acting as chains bounding you to eternal damnation. Those days you’re unwilling to move or even try to escape your fate.

Like always, you gave in, sinking down into the cold sheets to stare up at the blank white ceiling, counting all the scuffs and spots you make a mental note to clean later whenever you feel capable of doing it.

It seems so easy for others to be able to ignore all the drama and intrusive thoughts, going right back to living their lives like normal functioning beings. Yet here you are, wallowing in your own misery not wanting to do anything but cry and cry some more, even when all your tears have long since dried up.

It's depressing.

You’re depressed.

And you hate yourself more for not being able to stop it.

A pitifully weak waste of air.

A few unremarkable days have gone by since then, and you showed no signs of feeling not even slightly better. At least you stopped crying, but maybe all the tears are just dried up and gone. You wake up late to mindlessly complete and work you have, all before sitting down to try and eat something.

You’re not even sure why you bother. There’s barely any taste and you don’t have the appetite to eat more than a few bites. “What a waste of food,” you think to yourself each time before moving on to some other meaningless thing to pass the time until you’re able to sleep once more.

You ended up going to the store one afternoon. You try and say it’s to get Tsumiki some more food or toys, but your fridge needed some refilling as much as you had no desire to eat anything above that of a “girl dinner”.

Your outfit for this trip didn’t do much either to help your confidence out. Sometimes it helps to get all nice and pretty, but now all you want to do is hide under a lazy put together outfit scarce of any metal or jewel to adorn your skin. You can’t help but scowl at yourself in the mirror as though you weren’t the one who chose to wear the fit, but what’s the point?

On your way back from the store, you kept your eyes down at the sidewalk, counting cement tiles to think of anything else to keep your mind at bay. That was until you noticed your neighbor hunched over next to an idled car in front of the building.

The hairs on your neck stood straight up at the sight of his deathly cold stare aimed at whoever was inside the vehicle. Never have you seen Toji express remotely any type of anger like he holds now. Compared to cursed dolls, this is much scarier.

Who is he talking to?

You kept quiet to avoid disturbing whatever was going on and slipped into the building’s front door, heading up the stairs as quickly as you can to get back inside your home.

“Hey.”

Your body tensed up. You wanted to avoid talking to him if you could. He doesn’t need to be burdened with your troubles and you keep telling yourself anyways that you want to be alone right now.

Taking your hand off the knob, you turn around halfway to meet his gaze. “Hey Toji,” you weakly smile.

The fire you previously saw in his eyes was no longer there, replaced by one of his usual stoic faces.

“I saw your friends the other night at the bar. Surprised you weren’t with em.”

“yeah, I─ wasn’t really feeling it that day.”

He raised his hand to scratch his nape, looking you over. “I’ve got some time before my shift if you wanted to that fish movie or somethin’.”

“I’m sorry, I’m kind of busy with work tonight.” You bit your lip nervously. “Some other night?”

“Yeah, no problem.” He pouted slightly with disappointment.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, turning back to your door and opening it. “See you later.”

“See y─“ the door shut, leaving Toji standing there confused. Weird.

You slid your back down the door, sitting on the floor with your head in your hands. “What the fuck is wrong with you, y/n?”

It took you several minutes and the worried meows of Tsumiki before you stood up to put your purchases away. After that, you crawled right back under the covers of your prison for some good old blue light exposure therapy.

You must’ve fallen asleep at some point, only to wake up to the sound of someone knocking at your front door. Glancing at the phone still clutched in your hand, you saw it was a little after midnight.

Approaching the door slowly and without any noise to alert whoever it is that someone’s home, you peer into the peephole. No one. You turn away, only for another knock to occur. Against your better judgement, you cautiously open the door.

“Megumi?” you look down at the teary-eyed boy clutching his frog plush tightly in his arms. “What’s wrong, did something happen?”

“I had a bad dream,” he sniffled. You could see his lips starting to quiver with oncoming sobs.

“C’mere, Gumi.” You pick him up into your arms, walking back inside towards your couch. “There, there,” you coo, rubbing soft shapes over his back as you settle down onto the cushion.

He held onto you tightly like a baby koala, your shirt inevitably collecting the tears that fell like rain out of his eyes. “Do you want to talk about it?” you ask, and he shakes his head in response. “That’s okay, you don’t have to. I’m right here with you and you’re safe now.” You pick up your phone to message Toji.

You Hey, Megumi’s with me right now. He’s fine, just had a nightmare is all and came over.

Toji Fushiguro shit, you mind helping him back to sleep? he’ll be fine so you don’t gotta stay afterwards

You No worries 👍

“You want to try going back to sleep?” He whines at the thought with his tiny hands doing all they can to stay attached to you.

“Don’t leave me, please…” he sniffles into the fabric of your shirt.

“I’m not going anywhere, Gumi,” you tell him. After a few minutes spent calming him down, you end up taking him to your bed instead of his own, tucking him into the still warm spot from your earlier nap.

He grumbled a bit, but was unable to fight his heavy eyelids once you began humming a lullaby from your childhood, running your fingers through his hair in slow, calming motions to soothe him to sleep.

“ma..ma…” he mumbles, making your heart ache.

For a while you remained with him, forgetting your own troubles at you watch Megumi peacefully sleep. Tsumiki ended up joining you both, curling up at Megumi’s side. “How sweet,” you thought.

You He’s sound asleep in my place.

Toji Fushiguro thanks, doll, be there right after my shift ends.

This time when a knock sounded at the front door, you were already expecting it and weren’t startled.

“Hey Toji,” you greet, parting the door for him to enter.

Unlike the time before when Toji came to your apartment at this hour, there weren’t any candles or ambient light filling the space, no background music, no muted show on TV; just you, standing there under the light of the entryway.

“Did I wake you?” he asks with a puzzled look.

“No, I haven’t slept yet,” you admit.

Your answer only served to confuse him further. He can’t quite explain it yet, just that something about you is… off.

He could say you look tired, but it is around five in the morning. Who isn’t tired at that time? Before he could open his mouth, you had already started walking towards your bedroom. He sighed, following behind you.

“He looks right at home,” Toji smiled, brushing Megumi’s hair, and giving Tsumiki some scratches as well. Pretty soon, the sound of her purring filled the silence. He carefully took Megumi into his arms, careful not to disturb his slumber. The two of you then walked back out to your entryway.

“Thanks for watching the kid,” he paused, looking at you, “About earlier…”

You finally look up at his eyes and notice the swirl of emotions running through his emerald orbs.

“…Is everything okay? Did I do something to upset you?”

“Oh. No, no─I’m…sorry about that.” Shit. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“What’s up then, cause you’ve been actin wei─" Megumi started to stir in his sleep, no doubt disrupted.

“I’m okay Toji, really,” you try and reassure him, even if it was yet another lie to come out of your mouth. It’s not his problem.

You aren’t sure he even bought it, especially not after he made a grunting sound all the while examining at you with a intent stare.

“Alright, but if there is something bothering you, just talk to me, okay?”

You opened the front door for him, “Will do, thanks. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” He dipped his head to you before the door shut completely.

After he left, the apartment you stood in suddenly felt colder than ever. You hated lying to Toji. He doesn’t deserve it. He doesn’t deserve to have to deal with your feelings either, your thoughts whispered to you.

You went on to feed Tsumiki her dinner before meandering back into bed, curling up into a ball to face the window. Even under the mound of blankets, you couldn’t shake how cold you were feeling. The dimly lit sky seemed to relate with you.

When was the last time you could see the stars shining proud?

You yourself felt like a bright star once. One that floated easily through the cold expanse of time and space without issue. But unlike those other stars, there was no spectacular supernova at the end of it all. No rainbow plumes of stardust to show the universe how well of a life you led.

Instead, it was more like a flip of a switch. Shining one day like normal and the next, a bleak void of what you were before, absent of light.

You rolled away to face the wall on the opposite side of your room, moving your hands to clasp either shoulder in a self-embrace.

I miss the warmth.

You woke up alone for once in bed, and as far as you could see, Tsumiki wasn’t in your room. You got up to investigate, figuring maybe she would already be on the couch or in a window watching birds, but to your dismay, she wasn’t in those spots either.

…Strange? Maybe she’ll come out for breakfast?

So you tried, preparing her usual pampered meal in her dish, using it to make some noise.

“Tsumiki~ where are you?” you call.

Nothing.

Where is she!? She couldn’t have gotten out, right?

Now you were starting to freak out, running around and checking under and behind every piece of furniture hoping to find her. Eventually you did find her, all huddled up in your closet.

“There you are!” You reach out to grab her. “You had me so worried.” She doesn’t do anything to resist, no purrs or mewls either, just laying there quietly.

You bring her out to the kitchen and place her down in front of her bowl to which she sniffs the food and then turns to walk away to some other corner of your apartment.

“Fuck, Tsumi, don’t do this to me.” Your heart started beating out of your chest, tears threatening to burst from your eyes. “What’s the matter, baby? Are you okay?”

Fuck! What do I do!?

You stand there biting at your lip while you think for a moment before running to get your phone. Google was far from helpful, the results akin to what any WebMD page has to say about human symptoms (aka you’re already dead).

By this point you’re hysterical. This was not at all the time for something like this to happen, especially for it to be Tsumiki. When it rains, it pours, and right now it feels like a hurricane is localized above your head.

She needs a vet.

You can’t run with her all the way across town.

Call a taxi.

Waiting will just prolong whatever she’s suffering from.

You need your own car.

You don’t have one.

…

“Toji.”

You run out in front of his door and begin frantically knocking, desperately hoping he’s home. After a couple minutes, the door opens to reveal the shirtless, half-asleep man.

“Toji? I-I-I─“

“Woah, woah. Slow down,” he interrupted, snapping himself awake given the urgency. He placed his hands on top of your shoulders. “What’s wrong?”

Tears were pouring down your face as you bordered the line of becoming an inconsolable mess. “It’s Tsumiki, she’s sick, I don’t know! I need to get her to a vet but─“

“Go get her, I’ll get my keys.” He brought his thumb up to your face, wiping away a few of the tears with the pad of his thumb. “Try to breathe, okay?” You nodded.

Once he released you, you ran back inside for Tsumiki, placing her gently into her transport. Toji walked into your apartment at the same time, grabbing the crate from you with ease.

He settled her down in the backseat where you immediately followed inside to stay at her side, hunched over the crate. Toji ran around the bumper to the driver side, barely getting his seatbelt on before pulling out onto the main road.

From time to time, he’d look back at you through the mirror to see how you were doing, listening to every sniffle you made between coos meant to comfort your beloved kitten. When you arrived at the emergency clinic, Toji helped carry her inside again with you, leading the way towards the receptionist with his hand enveloping yours.

“Hi, may I please have your name and a brief description of what seems to be the problem?”

“Y/N L/N, it’s m-my cat, Tsumiki. She’s sick I think, she won’t eat and isn’t acting like her normal self.”

“Okay…one moment please,” they began typing away into the computer in front of them.

As you stood there barely able to contain yourself from breaking down further, you felt Toji’s hand move to your shoulder. His thumb moved in slow, reassuring motions to help calm you.

“If you could just fill this chart out, the doctor will be with you as soon as they’re ready.” The receptionist passed over a clipboard and pen for you to take.

The waiting area had several tables and couches to take advantage of. Toji placed Tsumiki’s crate on a spot directly in front of you both while you sat down and began filling out the required information on the chart.

Your legs and hands were trembling uncontrollably, and you could only hope whoever the unlucky soul who gets these papers is going to be able to read your handwriting.

“Hey,” Toji cupped your dominant hand with his own, steadying you. “Breathe. I know it’s tough, but you gotta try and stay calm for Tsumiki. You aren’t going to be helpful to her if you suddenly drop over.”

“I can’t let anything happen to her.” You leaned forward in your seat, hunching over in the process to rest your head against your knees. Toji moved his arm around you, pulling you against him. “I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to her, she’s─“ you choked a sob between words, “she’s all I have left. Without her, I…I can’t.”

Toji’s other arm came around to pull you completely into his embrace, your head now buried against his chest, muffling any sobs you can’t help but make.

“That’s not true,” he began, speaking in a stern yet calm tone, “You have me, Megs, those other friends you got drunk with, your boss even! You told me all of this yourself. You are not alone, not anymore.”

“Toji, I─“ you pulled your head off his chest in a second, you hand moving just as fast to clutch your nose. “Shit!”

Toji’s eyes widened upon seeing the blood appear around your palm, dripping down your arm. Thankfully the waiting area had plenty of tissues, so he wasted no time in snatching up a box and putting one to your nose.

“Oh god, your shirt! I’m so sorry!”

“Don’t be,” he scoffed. “A bit of blood is nothing. I’m more worried about you right now.”

“I’m sorry Toji,” your head dropped. “I’m such a mess right now, I don’t mean to burden you.”

You felt his hand settle on the crown of your head. “You have nothing to be sorry for. Let your knight in shining armor be there for you,” he says playfully. It earns him the hint of a smile on your face and a short-lived laugh, but that’s all he could ask for right now.

“L/N?” a voice called out. “We’re ready for you over here!”

You stood up and reached for the handle of Tsumiki’s carrier. “Hey Toji? Do you mind…coming with me, please?”

Toji smiled, “Not at all, princess.” He then left his seat and followed you into the exam room.

When all was said and done, Toji drove you back home and walked you back into your apartment. He placed the carrier gently on the ground for you to open, allowing Tsumiki to roam free again.

You were still crouched on the floor as you put your palms to your face to hide your embarrassment. “I feel so stupid… All of that for a simple tummy ache of all things.”

“Hey, it shows how much you love her. Can’t fault yourself for that.”

“I’m sorry I took so much time out of your day.” You thought back to when he opened the door shirtless, causing you to blush. “Looked like you were sleeping too when I came around.”

“What did I say about the apologies, princess? You have nothing to be sorry about.” He kneeled in front of you, the fabric of his jeans bunching up and rubbing against your leg. “I would like to know what else is bothering you though. I know for a fact it’s more than just what happened with Tsumiki.”

Remaining quiet, you stand up and move to the couch. You tuck your knees to your chest as he followed you over, sitting down onto a spot next to you.

“Look. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but we’re friends. I want to help you if you’ll let me.”

You continued to be silent, avoiding his gaze by looking elsewhere, but after a few moments you decide to open your phone and pass the device to him.

Toji’s expression softened upon seeing the photos Satoru posted, a blush creeping up his face. It was obvious enough these were the shots from the magazine you told him about.

“These are beautiful, you’re beautiful. What’s the problem then?”

You want to smile at his words, and any other time you would be blushing like a madwoman, but today wasn’t that day.

“This,” you open the comment section with your finger, “is the problem.”

Toji scrolled through all the harsh, jealous words being said against you, scowling in response. “All I see are a bunch of morons spewing shit out of their ass. Each and every one of them are wrong,” he says coldly.

“They’re not all wrong though,” you huff.

“Uh uh. Do not do that to yourself. Don’t you think for a second anything these assholes are saying means anything.”

“I can’t. stop. thinking. about it. Every single word they say sticks with me and I hear it all the time in my head!” you tell him, burying your face into your knees to hide your tears.

“Then listen to me telling you that they’re wrong! Satoru didn’t make you the model that you are, you earned this job yourself! If you could see yourself from my own two eyes, then you would know how beautiful you really are.”

He pauses momentarily and then taps your shoulder to make you look at him. “I’m not saying this because I’m your friend. I’m saying it because it’s true.” He handed you your phone back, “Even he agrees.”

You looked confused until you saw the post Toji pulled up, a recent story update on Satoru’s Instagram. A whole post of him going off on how appalled he is at the disgusting comments, how you deserve none of the hate, and especially how excited he is to work with you again on future projects as your friend.

“You should post your own pics too for your page. Be proud of your work.”

You scoff, “Yeah, and give them more fuel? It’s bad enough they’re commenting under all my other photos.”

“So? Fuck whatever those jerks have to say about you. Their opinions are trash just like them.” He places his hand over your knee. “You wanted to become a model; you have every right to flaunt the work you do.”

“Okay,” you sigh, calming down. “I’ll do it.”

His lips upturned into a wolfish grin, “Good girl. Now, what do you say about ordering in some food? We can watch that fish thing too with Megs if you’re up for it.”

Your eyes widened, darting to the clock on your phone. “Oh my god, Megumi! I’m so sorry, is he─“

“Relax, he’s home right now,” he assures you. “I had his sitter pick him up from school.”

“Thank god, I was so caught up with own shit I forgot about your responsibilities.”

“No harm done, so quit apologizing.”

“I’m sorry, fuck, sorr─“ you clasp your hand over your mouth to shut yourself up. Toji gave you a blank stare for a moment before your stomach decided it was the perfect time to let out a loud growl. Your mouth fell agape with embarrassment while Toji barked out a husky laugh.

“I’ll take my earlier question then as a yes.” He stood up, pulling his phone out. “Speaking of the kid though, his birthday is coming up. It’d mean a lot to him if you’re there for it, it’ll be a small party.”

You look up at him with a bright smile, “I’d love to.”

“Thanks.” He smiles back. “I’ll go get the kid and order your favorite, so get comfortable.”

As he left, you went back to your own profile to see some of the latest posts, and to your surprise, a lot of the hate and threats you saw were no longer there. You can only surmise that Mr. Nanami had something to do with it, like a stealth hero working in the dark.

You selected all the photos you thought you were nice from the shoot and uploaded them, fighting through your shaky fingers to do this for yourself. Moments later, your DMs flashed a message from the group chat you’re in with the trio.

Satoru Gojo oiiiii, I see you’re online now! are you okay??? we miss you :(

You I’m okay now, I’m sorry for worrying you all.

Suguru Geto Don’t be, you have every right to want your own space. We’re just happy to hear from you again.

Shoko Ieiri next time though you should tell us so we can help you feel better <3

Satoru Gojo yeah^^^ I was this close to getting that double D DILF you like to drive us to your place so we could see you and make sure

You omg, stop

Satoru Gojo hehehe I can see you blushing through the screen >:3 Shoko Ieiri no need to deny the obvious

You wiped your happy tears and looked back up to the door to see Megumi running in to give you a big hug. Toji followed closely behind with a smile dancing across his face.

“Food’s on its way, you feeling better?”

“Yeah.” You nodded your head. “Thank you, Toji. I’m glad we’re friends.”

“Me too, sweetheart.” He plops down next to you again, bouncing Megumi on his knee. “Let’s get this movie going then so we have time for Aliens later,” he smiles deviously.

“Yeah, as if,” you scoff, rolling your eyes in amusement.

Megumi ended up thoroughly enjoying Finding Nemo, reciting Dory’s iconic line, “just keep swimming,” over and over. Toji on the other hand tried his best still to deny the Gill allegations, but it’s proved to be an impossible fight now that his own son is backing you up.

Between all the laughing and combined joy the three of you shared, you can safely say that in that moment, you didn’t feel all that cold anymore.

☆ Notes: wrote a lot of this while I myself was feeling like shit, but hey perfect timing to flesh y/n’s character for future development. a lot of it is mainly tied to my own experiences so it definitely isn’t going to be universal to how depression treats everyone else but besides that, I hope any of you guys reading this that struggle with your own depression find the happiness you want in life <3 healing isn’t an overnight journey but I hope you all try to be kind and forgiving to yourself in pursuit of the life you want.

shoutout to my sister for raising me on movies like chucky :3 jennifer tilly is my celebrity crush and my first ever crush as a child. watching slappy as a 3 year old traumatized me for life though lmao

besides that, I’m trying to work into toji’s dynamics more. I promise he won’t always be the big softie that he is with y/n throughout the whole series, but right now we’re seeing the side of him reserved for people he actually likes. after all, he loved mamaguro so much and gave everything he could to her. he is a GOOD man, chaotic good, but good nonetheless and I will die on that hill.

also I don’t know about you all, but when I get super stressed out and cry, my nose starts bleeding like hell which is why I wanted to add that scene in specific to add to the depth of the reader's anxieties

#toji fushiguro #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #toji x female reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x reader #jjk au #toji x you

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Me: Okay, Brain. Think about what happens next in this chapter.

Brain: *Skips three chapters ahead*

Me: No, no. This one, this chapter, the one we are writing right now.

Brain:.......*47 scenes forward*

Me: NO

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧’ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 chp.4

pairing(s); simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader, johnny ‘soap’ mactavish x fem!reader, kyle ‘gaz’ garrick x fem!reader, john ‘bravo six’ price, werewolf!soap, harp crow hybrid!gaz, dragon hybrid!price, wraith!hybrid (?) ghost, phoenix!hybrid (?) reader

summary; holding out, threats, and a thumping tail

word count; 2.4k+ | chasin’ chaos masterlist

warning(s); monster au, dark twisted themes, normal cod violence, firearms, knives, combat, pinning (?), poly themes, death, r call sign is flatline, blood consumption, eventual smut, kissin, and language

A/n: thank you all so much for 1.9k it means everything under the sun to me!

Your view is slightly perched from the position you’re in on Price's back, legs wrapped around his torso. You have an arm wrapped around his neck, applying no real pressure on his airway. The palms of your captain and fellow lieutenant are pressed against each other trying to over power the opposite. Ghost dressed in a sleeveless hoodie that allowed you to see his hulking scarred arms, gray cargos you'd only seen him in a handful of times, and a black balaclava with his trademark painted on the front.

“You two holdin’ out on me?” The brunette smirks teasingly his full beard adorning his face, shoulders slightly shaking in response to the pressure being applied against them. The dragon and the wraith are practically nose to nose with one another and both you and Simon have your own responses to the question

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Captain.”

“Don’t want you pulling anything, old man.”

John huffs out a laugh and averts his eyes over his shoulder at you for a second and it’s all the time Ghost needed to throw a kick to his lower abdomen. The brunette throws you off his back with the flap of his stray wing while you take the opportunity to swiftly slither yourself between his legs back on your feet in a snap next to the blonde's side.

Your eyes slightly widen when your captain goes to open his mouth and before his languishing flames can reach your body, shadows make a mock wall In front of you blocking your figure from the heat. The wraith can feel you take a hold of his shadows, a sense of familiarity falling over his underwhelming sense of adrenaline. You’re soon taking your wrist and yanking it down as if pulling on a lever. Neither Price or Ghost were aware of what you’d done until the brunette was falling towards the padded rink floor. You’d had one of the blonde’s Infamous shadows wrapped around Price's ankle covered by his steel toe boots, the smoky black littered with electrifying orange and yellow sparks. The dragon’s bottom breaks his fall and he goes down with a grunt before settling his eyes on the two of you.

"Well now, aren't you two a sight? " Prices gruff voice falls over the empty gym, a flirty underline to it that was somewhat difficult to catch from the older man unless you’ve heard it multiple times before. You and Simon stand next to each other's usual balaclavas that rested on your faces absent. The wraith has shadows crawling up his bare arms resembling veins all too accurate. His eyes aren’t quite pitch black but a dark gray blending in well with his eye black, while smoke floats from the slits of his eyes past his temples. Your frame on the other hand has altered just as much however not at such an intensity. Your eyes are light reddish orange, there's cracks running up your arms and the back of your hands like a shattered porcelain doll, a glowing yellow orange burning through them each individually. Your face matches your arms, those cracks spreading from your temples to your cheekbones and from your forehead to above your brow engraved like lightning streaks.

“Yeah, real head turners.” Ghost huffed sarcastically, helping Price up off his position from the mat. The dragon grunted at the quick change in position and patted the wraith on the back with gleaming eyes and a quirk of his lips

“That’s for damn sure” The two begin to exit the rink seeing you happen to be steps ahead. You're dressed similarly to them both with: camo cargo pants, steel toe boots, and a forest green tank top. The sight was close to heavenly and by the others' faces the men could tell the other was not so joyful you had covered yours.

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“Missed seeing you in action, Captain.” The lieutenant hummed lowly in the back of his throat even though it sounded more like a grunt passing John a cold thermos of water. It was the closest the hybrid would get to a ‘I missed you, I missed being around you, and stop having so much damn paperwork even though it’s your job.’ And the Captain took it all without complaint while the solider took a seat next to him.

“Trust me, I hate being chained to the desk as much as you do” He responded sipping on the water with a sigh of contentment, watching as you stretched in front of them. Your legs are stretched as far as you can get them beside you hips, you have you stomach pressed to the ground with your arms stretched flat in front of you, while your tank top is slowly rising up your lower back showing the peak of a deep yet healed scar going up your spinal cord, and Price finally looks away at the sight of it.

“How's the shoulder old man?” You question when you're finally off the ground, watching Ghosts mask arch in your peripheral indicating that there was a quirk at his lips. You thought it was even more humorous how John responded without a bat of an eye.

“Tight but that’s nothing new” He grunts, leaning slightly towards the side his stray wing was on with a hand thrown over his hip.

“You two have been interlocking shadows and cosmic energy more often” The captain notes taking more water from the chilled thermos while you and your fellow peer lock eyes for a split second before they strayed away. You’re already taking a sip of your water bottle leaving the skull masked man to answer the question himself.

“Mm, in a good patch.” The blonde answered simply and you couldn’t expect any more from him, it could’ve made you chuckle if you weren’t also roped into the equation.

“Got anything to do with our newest recruit?” The brunette smirks, steam coming from his lips previous fire dying out with a ‘fssssss’.

“What!?”

“I’m not stupid and you’ve always been a dog person Simon” The dragon waved him away with a pale clawed hand, the steam from his mouth spreading in the process. The wraith had thrown a hand over his head staring down at his lap.

“Fuck me, Price, don’t put it like that.”

“I ignore the mutt's existence as a whole actually and I like birds more.” You fight back a roll of your eyes, arms crossed over your chest while your captain slightly grins.

“You love a chase Deity, we all had to go through it at one point.” He grins at you, blue eyes twinkling as you avert your gaze to the now interesting wall while the man dug into his duffel bag.

“Here’s hoping you both keep those opinions, yeah?” The captain held out a file for either of you to take which you’d grabbed first, going to sit in between the two men to give Ghost a view over your shoulder.

“New transfers?”

“Temporary ones. International corps are sending us two of their attack dogs and a python. They’ve been tracking a bogey for months who’s recently made themselves known on our turf. They’re asking to work together.”

“They’re asking to work together? Got us doing their jobs for them with this request for preliminary recon” The wraith merely huffs out, while the dragon began to take a stand from his seat, his brown eyes low peeking through his mask. If unamused was a person he wouldn’t be too far off.

“Just to prepare for their arrival. Shouldn’t be an issue, make sure it isn’t.” The brunette softly grins out, an order. Hes holding the wraiths chin tilting it up slightly in his clawed pale hand while his thick pear green take swayed idly behind the back of knees before his heavy boots began to take him away. The masked lieutenant acts quickly, stretching a hand to reach over to the captains.

“Soap he’s… he’s not gonna change this” The statement falls off his lips like a prayer. His hooded eyes rest lowly with eye black covering the surface around them. Price slight grins before resounding a moment of silence having passed by.

“You don’t need to promise me anything, Simon. I'm your captain, I’ll be here either way.” He grabs ahold of your forearm gently tugging you to his side while stepping in front of the blonde, the writhing having to crane his neck up to see you both in response to you standing before him.

“And I wouldn’t mind if he did. My boys taking of each other when we can’t, a dream come true” Price nods to his side where you stand, eyes flickering between bloodshot red and their normal color.

“Dirty.”

“You wouldn’t have it any other way.” You roll your eyes playfully, —only to their eyes did it seem that way— your thumb rubs against the stubble on his cheek having hiked up his balaclava to his slightly crooked nose. Your eyes don’t stray away from his brown ones, his pupils are slightly blown. Your own orbs are still shifting shades while you stare down the hulking wraith with uncertainty, it would be the first time since…

The blonde shifted his head slightly giving you better access to his jugular, eyes raking over the horned brunette in front of him. It happens all too quickly fangs are scraping against his pulse point and lips are being smashed against his. John swallows the deep hum from Simon when your teeth pierce through the skin of his neck, one of your hands on the nape of his neck and a clawed pale hand that didn’t belong to you sat against his jawline. Your knee that was against the bench now creates friction through the thick fabric of Ghost’s cargo pants right above his growing cock. The lieutenant lets out a broken moan combined with a grunt at the sudden motion that you can hear past his and Prices sealed lips before you’re pulling away.

“Got hybrids today, maybe you could stop by if your dog doesn’t turn you into a treat.” You hum rubbing a finger over the corner of your lips where stray blood had slipped before taking it in between your teeth and walking out of the training room ignoring the faint sounds of your superiors chuckle.

“You think she’ll get over it?” The blonde questioned standing from his seat with a crack of his back, eyes nots quite slipping from your retreating figure. —the sway of your hips to be exact— The brunette huffs out a chuckle slinging his bag over his shoulder before responding.

“When you think about it she’s approved a lot with him, especially since the med wing. Not a threat to her home anymore, just a threat to her people.” The one winged hybrid hummed out, the itch for a smoke growing more prominent the more time had passed.

“By people you mean us… but come on Price, Deity knows she has us” The dragons grin had yet to leave his face, arms thrown across his broad chest.

“We know we had her when she toyed with that one tall lad, König was it? She's just smelling him out Simon. Phoenixs are territorial, pretty sure the ‘threat’ will be gone soon enough. Hell he follows ‘er around like a lost pup anyhow… Tell you what, bet you a twenty he’ll be marked in the next month” With a pat on the shoulder Price left the room without another word, trailing along to the comfort of his office leaving Ghost to himself.

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You enjoyed the evenings right outside of base. It wasn’t too warm where your skin was being cooked to a crisp under the sun and not too cold to need anything other than a thin jacket at most. It was also the time where you could get a pocket of peace, where you didn’t have to listen to ‘lieutenant, lieutenant, lieutenant’. A scheduled area away from the comfort of your office where little to no one knew about? Perfect for you… until it wasn’t.

Your visitor couldn’t seem to the memo of temporary peace. All of a sudden instead of the sound of chirping crickets and flickers of fireflies, all you could focus on was the faint sound of the beat blaring through your sergeants headphones. Your cigarette softly crackles as you inhale the smoke from it, the smoke falling over the jacket that wasn’t actually yours. All you wanted was to finish your paperwork in peace and here comes this little mu-

You wanted to groan at the repeated tap on your thigh.

“… Soap” You call out with a huff in your voice, turning your head slightly to look over your shoulder to see the back side of the Scott who seemed blissfully unaware of his… surroundings

“Soap.” You call again his thick, bushy, tail swinging back and forth hitting your thigh with a ‘thump’. You stare at him for a while before standing, snatching the fur rod in your grasp with an underlying firmness.

“Mactavish.” The motion makes the hybrid jerk in his seat leaning forward slightly, dropping his files and pen in the process. You notice the tight looking collar around his neck that you couldn’t imagine having around your own but decide against speaking about it.

“Uh - L.T?” The wolf looks almost bashful when he turns to meet you gaze, your eyes low yet sharp and it reminds him of the day you met —if you could call it that—. The brunette was sure you could see the warmth spreading across his face, it would take a blind man not to.

“Your tail is whacking me.” Soap liked to think of himself as a pretty observant person and now he couldn’t tell if you wanted him in your bed or in a grave.

“It’s uh, g-got a mind of his own” Johnny stuttered out trying to not to fumble over his words. He runs a hand over the nape of his neck, persistent on keeping his eyes on yours and not the grasp you had on his tail.

“Well real it in or I will.” You finally let go of his tush, barely looking at him through the peripheral of your vision before taking your seat. The Mohawked stud takes a hold of his trim with his pants a little tighter then what they were a few moments ago, the thought of finishing his papers completely gone.

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Now that everyone’s got their screen time I can’t WAIT to write for my baby gaz🤭

I hate my writing this Chp but what can you do?🙂

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My readers: I love this! Can't wait to see what happens next!

Me, the writer, equally as in the dark: heh, yeah...me too.

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Some smut authors: Oh no, I don't want people to tell me if they jacked off to my work, that feels too personal.

Me: Hey yeah if you could tell me what part you busted the fattest nuts over that would do so much for me and encourage me creatively in a big way.

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧’ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 chp.3

summary; You’re shot and not healing, what could be worse? Everything

word count; 3.8k | chasin’ chaos masterlist

A/n: First post of 2024 what the hell writers!? 🙈

The walk to the excile point was a surprisingly smooth one, even if it felt like you were walking through hells trenches. The grim reaper himself strides beside you even though your footsteps aren’t matching his. They’re a bit… delayed, the thought that makes you want to trip. Fortunately, it’s nothing too drastic to actually make you stumble. God you hated Americans, so trigger happy with not a lick of skill behind those damn fingers. How they contributed to win some of the largest wars ever recorded was beyond you. Continuing to let your unreliable footing carry you on your marry way, You and Ghost both lead your sergeants, while they in response lead your privates to your designated location.

Soap doesn’t even blink at the weight he had lugged on his back even though it was sure to bite him in the ass when he dialed back to his normal size. The small force of everyone is on guard until the very last moment where your all loading helis. Even then the Scott noted how the Wraith and Phoenix’s shoulders did not seem to drop, even though you were being confined into a temporary security until you could return to base. You, Gaz, Ghost, Price and Himself —along with two lower rank hybrids— load into one of the two aircraft’s waiting for you while the other privates have no choice but to load on the second.

You sit next to Gaz and Soap soon takes a seat next to you gleefully accepting the opportunity, a bit confused when Price seemingly turned his eyebrow up at the arrangement. His head slightly tilted when he noticed you don’t meet the captains gaze but the bucket hat wearing man doesn’t comment on it and neither does he. The ride from that point is smooth until about an hour in your pilot experiences turbulence, and suddenly Your head is spinning, your gums are itching as if you were a toddler teething. Everything is heightened, you can hear the blades of the heilo even through the density of you headphones, your eyes are sensitive to the faintest bit of the moonlight peaking through the windshield, and your body spiked in temperature, burning hot like hell. Your attempt to take a breath was useless when the potent scent of blood hits your nostrils. So sweet yet it felt like the peach fuzz in your nostrils burned and you groaned abruptly.

“You alright Lt? You dinnae look too we-”

“Which one of you is bleeding” You interrupt the Mohawk’ed sergeant with a hiss, placing a hand over your nose and curling over your knees. Heads snap to you like a mouse in a trap and Price is up out of his seat before anyone push the weight on their knees to stand. The brunette kneels in front of you, you’re not looking at him but he can see your eyes are dilated theirs faint veins trailing under your eyes that look like they want to spur from beneath your skin. You irises are layered with a foggy film and you look so far away it could’ve broken the captains heart, but he had to be your superior before he could be your comforter and he was sure you could handle it.

“Hey, Hey! What’s goin’ on? Look at me! What’s happe-?” It happened to quick to process, in the bat of an eye the Scott would say. One moment you’re looking distant and far away in your seat and the other you have one of your privates Tank against the cold steel wall of the heilo with that certain look in your eyes. You see it a few times in his line of work.

Bloodlust,

Fangs sprout from the roots of your gums, deep dark red veins swarm under your eyes, your pupils have taken over the whites of your eyes, and you are not yourself to say the least. In quick action Gaz squawks —even though it’s more like a screech— it put you down to your knees while you hands clutch your head mouth open in a small ‘o’ with a silent scream ghosting from your lips. It throws you off for a minute, but it’s not a minute long enough. You adjust quickly and with the same speed you pinned down the raven haired private you do the same to the rich skinned Sargent, a hand wrapped around his throat effectively stopping is antagonizing screeching. You bare your fangs at him with a hiss and he nods with a groan on his lips.

“I get it Lt, n-no more screeching… you g-got it”

Before you could do anymore damage your soon the one groaning when that scent takes over your senses again. When you turn to the source in your somewhat unconscious mind your realize it wasn’t your original subject, the scent was much more… potent

“This what you want? Come ‘ere, take what you want” Ghost’s gruff voice rings over your ears as he stands tall, combat knife in his right hand his opposite palm sliced open blood dripping like water from the tap. You didn’t quite lunge at the blonde but you weren’t gentle either. It was different… you were rigid as your fangs pierced his jugular taking exactly what you wanted with a hand wrapped around the front shoulder covering of his bullet proof vest. Soon however, you’re groaning into the surface of his skin ready to pull away when your frame was restrained against the wraiths keeping you in place. Your senses are be ridden into overdrive, grunting in protest against the lieutenant struggling inevitably. Shadows slither up your body effectively keeping you still and you’re weaker than ever —it concerns the Brit to no end— effectively out like a light, dead weight pressing against the front of Ghost’s torso. that he takes willingly. The chopper is finally quiet, seconds feel like minutes and minutes feel like hours. The captain and —conscious— lieutenant are the first to move, the skull masked soldier sits with your unconscious body in his lap. He swings your legs over his knees and holds your shoulders and in his arm supporting the weight.

Price examines your flesh, nothing alarming to the eye until he gets to the ending of your collarbone and beginning of your shoulder blade. It was barely noticeable to the eye with your all black gear a hole is punctured through your shirt —the fabric saturated with blood— just where your bulletproof vest stops.

“Gaz. Bullet wound, collarbone to shoulder area, ammo unknown, no exit.” The brunette calls out to the sergeant and he notes it immediately, going up to the pilots cavity to grab first aid coming back a practical second later. He hands his captain; gauze, scissors, forceps, tape, and medical wrap. Not nearly enough to give you a beginning of a processable recovery but, it’s something to keep you stable and sterilized. Price takes the shears cutting a big enough square in the fabric of your shirt for him to see with the shitty helo lighting. With enough gauze to clear out a cotton field the bleeding is finally stopped. What stands out the most however is your veins, different shades of black and gray spreading from the wounds up your neck and down your arm. Price curses gruffly, Ghost grunts in disdain, while Gaz catches a gasp in his throat and holds it there. Without another word and with a steady hand the dragon goes in with the tweezers fishing about for the stray bullet wearily when you twitch, ignoring how his lieutenant tightens his hold around you. Soon enough without hitting a nerve he pulls out a bullet its black resembling the color spreading abnormally through your veins.

“Never seen anything like it Cap” The brown eyed sergeant murmurs analyzing the bullet while the older brunette begins to patch you up good enough to where you aren’t bleeding out.

“Somethin’ illegal i'm pretty sure, Americans and Russians in wits with one another? Can’t be arsed to think about it” Their captain is cold, no humor in his voice to spare. Soap perks up at it having been waved away throughout the whole process of it all, ‘safety percussion’ the harpy tried to mutter to him softly even though it came off as passive and off putting the Scott got the message. With a knee bouncing in uncertainty the Scott tries his best to see through the gap of two fit frames that are practically shoulder to shoulder, begging to see anything —straining his eyes in the process— but in the end he wished he didn’t.

“Is she still breathing!? Check ‘er pulse how many beats per minute?”

“Mactavi-” The lieutenant begins with a hiss

“Those types of bullets mark hybrids for death, big ones, powerful ones, like us… like her. Wolves, dragons, sirens, cockatrice, harpies, hellhounds, cyclops, every big shot in the books. I don’t know how the ‘ell her heart hasn’t stopped”

“125 beats per minute Cap, her heart isn’t slowing it’s… going into overdrive” Gaz’s brows furrow at the words slipping from his lips as if it wasn’t his own recognition, as if he were learning it for the first time. Price curses moving towards the captain's cavity taking a hold of the mic that connected to his coms that ranged to base, speaking hardened than the brunette ever heard

“This is Bravo six, I want nurses on scene upon my arrival landing time ASAP. I have a member down… if I don’t see medical you won’t see a day of rest, private.” His voice fades out into the front of the helo with thundering steps that demand attention. Gaz kept a pointer and middle finger on your pulse point still counting the beasts as minutes pass, Soap felt short of helpfully useless, and when Ghost finally speaks up his voice is directed and sharp. Looking forward the two lower ranked hybrids one is checking over the other and they both look at him with attentive eyes

“What the hell happened in that building”

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“-nd she saved me” Your head is ringing and you can’t find it in you to peel your eyes open. The feeling of being heavily sedated yet pumped full of adrenaline at the same time, it felt so close to suffocation your body forces Itself into fight or flight. You're strapped to an average hospital bed with steel restraints, the cold metal on your hot skin not soothing you whatsoever. When your eyes peel open you eyes your vision is blurry you only make out blobbed figures until blinking a few times. A bright light is being shined in your face and you bare fangs at the person behind it.

“Stitch! Are you trying to lose a limb!? Back off!” The doctor barks at the dirty blonde nurse who flinches double, scrambling to get away from your bedside and out of her superiors way. Kyle is holding your hand at your right not caring if you’d scold him for being so worried all the time, Simon sits in a corner where he can see everything the medical team dies to you while also seeing who comes in and out of the door, John hovers reluctant with all medical staff —with that my team my concern mindset—, while Johnny stands beside Tank and Red near the door as they give the nurses their rundowns. You go to open your mouth only to be met with your vocal cords screaming at you in protest. The inability to speak makes you you groan that sounds more like a whine of a kicked puppy than anything

“I apologize, lieutenant. We believe it’s a side effect of the gunpowder in your bloodstream and we’re flushing you out as quickly as possibl-”

“Are there any updates to the status reports I requested?” You would have usually made fun of the dragons unusual impatience if you were in the comfort of his office; however you're in this cold, stale room that smells of too much bleach.

“Yes captain, the bullet is in fact meant to kill stronger hybrids. Once the hybrids are pierced with it there’s really no return for them, the gunpowder runs through the stream they become lucid quickly and all docile tendencies are forgotten. However, we suspect that that particular outburst from lieutenant y/l/n will be her only one because we’ve nailed down where it came from. We played around with time frames that lined up the best. You were shot and just before the ammo could burst with its gunpowder and spread the toxins through your stream you had fed blood to your lowerank to heal him.” The doctor cleared her throat before giving the room a much wanted update of your condition

“That doesn’t explain why she dropped ‘im like an old toy when Ghost’s blood was introduced.” Price spoke up too many gaps were missing for the brunette's taste as he ran a few fingertips through his short salt and pepper beard.

“I didn’t think such a… uncomfortable topic should be discussed as of right now” At the sound of reasoning Simon moves to stand messy bandaging over the he cuts having waved away the nurses who’d tried to attend to him —a little papercut shouldn’t not taken their attention off of you—. The room seemed significantly smaller when the lieutenant stood

“If opposing threats tread with those bullets we need to know everything about them. Nothing in this line of work is comfortable” His voice screamed demanding; demanding of attention, demanding of response, demanding of results. The middle aged woman visibly swallowed before speaking with a voice filled with discontent.

“With previous blood work of you three well, you all line back to lieutenant Y/l/n, or more precisely she lines back to you” Soaps ears perk up and so did his tail, fur rigid against the skin of it. He wants the brightest apple but he wasn’t the dullest pen either. It didn’t take a genius to put two and two together but it sounded so off putting. You fed from them? He’d been around vampires before and you did show qualities of one, the fangs, the pitch black eyes when you fed, it was evidence and it was there… but you didn’t smell like one and seemed to have not even the slightest sensitivity to the sun. The mystery of it all killed him

If you weren’t a hybrid what the hell were you?

“Us, but it doesn’t make sense. She had me there could’ve bit into me” Gaz finishes for the medical agent brows furrowed once again the skin between them creased. The doctor nods while prying on a pair of blue latex gloves

“Doctors from both sides of base have been working on it for now, we believe it’s because you weren’t bleeding. It wasn’t potent enough for her to take interest in it. Our second guess? She was attracted to what or who she got done with last.” The room was silent, one heavy fog was replaced with another. No one speaks of what’s been revealed however you’re onto the next topic before you can dwell on it. The head doctor approaches you slowly, as if you were a skittish cat in the wild.

“I’m just gonna draw a little blood from you to run a few tests, make sure we didn’t miss anything.” You blink at her with sharp eyes and tense muscles when you see the size of the needle, not too much length enough to prick a vein the girth however made your hand twitch in Gaz’s palm. It even made the Scott want to tuck his tail with a wince.

“Hey. You’re alright, you’re fine, you hear me? You’re alright” Ghost had stepped up beside Price to your temporary bed, the heart monitor spikes and before you know it the needle is in your shoulder —meer meters away from the bullet wound that was mending itself at an inhuman speed—. You hiss jerking it away but the doctor is a good one and follows your quick motions successfully. Collecting enough blood in the clear syringe to send off to the labs. She quickly bandages your wound back confident, but not ignorant enough to linger around an upset hybrid.

“Test results should be back as soon as possible, in the meantime while lieutenant Y/l/n flushes the toxins out of her body the side effects of the bullet are still possible until further notice.”

“Which are?” The harpy huffs temper running unusually short, palm gripping your closed fist tighter —not enough to hurt but enough to notice a difference— a lick of tired at the woman’s shirt answers.

“Anything from spikes of heart rate, cold sweats, immense… hunger and most of all intense hallucinations. We think by the time her voice has returned most of the threat should be absent. All we can do is let it run its course, I’m sorry.” The brunette discards of her gloves and leaves the room idle. As much as you try to stay away your eyes droop low and are soon closed tight

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Soap sits next to your bedside, warm cup of coffee in hand, his eyes straining to look at the small tv mounted on the wall even though he wasn’t actively watching it. He had finally got Ghost to stretch his legs and go take a shower after three days of nothing but cold sweats and spikes of heart rate from you he decided his —other— lieutenant's heart needed a break. After much pestering, convincing, promising to stick by your side, and a little threat that summed up he wouldn’t think you would like to hear about him rotting next to your bedside the wraith finally took a leave after 72 hours.

“Kyle,” The Scott thought he was just imagining things at first or that it came from the Tv but as he stares at you for a while he realizes it was simply not true. He stared at your face for a while until you’re mumbling again and it pangs his chest a little. He didn't know any of you that well —didn’t know anyone except Price and Gaz really— but he still cared nonetheless it was in his nature.

“Simon, dont.” You’re starting to sweat again and your heart monitor is starting to beep. The werewolf moves to stand ringing for a nurse when it seems to get worse, your body is jerking and you keep mumbling in distress.

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You're walking up the stairs of some abandoned building, it's eerily chilly and there's really no light except for the dim overhead light on each floor you pass by that continues to flicker. The stairs and walls are concrete to match the walls and floors, you have your rifle pressed against you sweeping each floor swiftly with precision it could almost feel... normal. You reach the fifth floor and there's a stagger in your step. All of your privates lay dead in pools of their own blood like stuck pigs, hybrids and normals alike lie dead. After a spare moment you continue on to finish your mission as you were ordered to, as you were required to. The next floors to come are still filled with dead privates none lie peacefully, all gone in agony, too soon, you could read the tombstones now.

Your boots march almost rhythmically up three more floors and as they go by you are more and more desensitized to the bodies that sprawled the floor. You make it to the final story of the building and there's a door staring back at you, almost challenging you to open it and you take the duel with not the slightest bit of shake in your hand. The door opened with a loud whine at the unusual action and your riffle drops from your arms at the sight behind it.

You see your captain first, bucket hat that you always made fun of inches away from his body. His right horn that sits atop of his head looks damaged beyond repair and his neck is sliced open from ear to ear. Your breath is trapped in your throat and your body doesn't allow you to move. Your mentor, the reason you are where you are, your sacred captain, lies sliced like a sacrificial lamb. Your eyes trail away from the brunette's cold body and you wish they didn't, there lies your sergeant. One of the two full broad wings adorned with brown feathers are gone, singed away. Your sweet brown eyed boy stares at you voidly. There's no crease of his eyes to let you know he's smiling, no brightness to alert you of life, and the look of adoration he always gave you in particular that was taken for granted forever absent. You cradle his bruised face in your palm and this time you can't stop your tears from running downstream on your face.

"Kyle," Your voice cracks at the slightest utter of his name. You don't think you can say anything else or it'll mean it's true, it'll mean your captain and your sergeant are dead. You reluctantly stand a silent promise to come back to them both and make your way further in the room. You can see the back of a balaclava staring back at you and it helps you breathe better. You approach him with his callsign spilling from your lips. He looked to be hacking intel, just like your mission called for. You approach him putting a palm on his shoulder just for his head to fall limp and you could almost laugh. This had to be some cruel, sick, twisted, joke that should end any second now. It doesn't.

"Si get up right now, get the fuck up! GET UP SIMON!" Your body is trembling as you roughly shake his body, there's no response that comes from it hazel eyes rolled deep into the back of his head and you don't know which hurts worse. Your stomach churns when you gently lift the mask off his face to see toxins spreading through his veins up his neck. The best soldier, the strongest man you’ve met, your one and only, was dead.

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧’ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 chp.2

summary; easiest sail of your life or standing on the line of death

word count; 2.1k | chasin chaos masterlist

A/n; We made it passed finals,

04:00 came too quickly for your liking you felt like you hadn’t got an inch of rest even if the feeling was nowhere rare nor new to you as you crouched near one of the normals you had decided to recruit for the mission the rest scattered all around the roof of the main building one eye shut another wide looking through the scope of your sniper a silencer attached to the barrel finger scattering to squeeze the trigger as the body of a shade dropped dead it was ironic you thought when you went over the file and quickly made your distaste known to the knock off shadows it was a second too late you were off your usual statistics even if it was pitch perfect to the average eye it was off to you

“Gaz what’s your visual?” You hear Prices gruff voice over your coms waiting out to hear the next move while your normals wait on your word you can see the harpy hybrid further away perched on a satellite talons digging into the disk his strong weighted wings perched well over his shoulder only for the fact you were looking for him because you wouldn’t of known he was there if you didn’t

“It’s sunny out, we’re looking peachy.” The rich warm skinned man replied trucker hat fixed fitted around the perimeter of his head protecting his eyes from the blaring sun that was beginning to set and when the new set of shades came to take over shift from their comrades to see a good chunk of them fallen the game of silence would be over and you’d be able to make noise

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“Ghost?”

“Heard. I’ll clear the rest of the way, I’ll keep things under wraps.” The wraith stood next to Soap back pressed against the side of a building gear all black and fitting covering all skin opposite of himself who had on a short sleeve, bulletproof vest, and cargo pants that dipped in the back from his well weighted tail his voice still carrying even through his hard skull mask and a hood that covered the back of his head along with his back side exactly what he would expect the grim reaper to the brunette thought pulling his bottom lip between his teeth

“Then clear the way. When there’s an opening, that’s your cue Soap.”

“Copy. I finally get to see ya strut ya stuff Lt.” The Scott grinned at his superior canines on full display practically gazing into skull even though the man didn’t requite the eye contact himself paying the sergeant little to no mind his own gaze focused elsewhere that being on his gloved hand the subtle sound of Velcro straps being undone a sound that the soldier didn’t quite focus onto

“Ain’t a runway Mactavish”

“No? Could’ve fooled m-” The small sound of fear mixed with ambition slipped from Johnnys lips blue eyes two times as wide and pupils shrinking twice in size when Simon snatched the thick fabric from his fingers nails slightly pointed representing claws even if they were shorter than your average hybrid with claws or talons the tips of his pale hand dark slowly getting lighter as it traveled up his arm shadows singing a similar sound to when you cracked open a two liter of soda and got the first cup even though the ‘fisssss’ and ‘shhhhh’s wasn’t the least of comforting to those on the opposing side when the brunette went to open his mouth the blonde denied the request before even looking it over

“Shut it.” He responds placing his hand deliberately over the worn reddish brown bricks smoking shadows gently traveling from the tips of his fingers before the brown eyes lieutenant applied more pressure veins straining against his flesh even though he felt no discomfort the amount of shadows doubling as they traveled up and around the building hissing gently as it went to soon cause chaos and destruction

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The site of shadows slipping through the floor of the enemy base was quite literally a smoke signal in itself as you see soldiers fall black wraps engulfing them the act of struggling to untangle themselves utterly useless it stunned you a little even though you weren’t yourself affected the sight of shadows out in the field was a sight in itself you fight a grin off your face settling for a smirk and make sure to mutter into your coms ‘show off’ before jumping down from the side of your building along with two soldiers abandoning your post the rest of six according to you headcount still cover ground from above but it’s not enough shades are crowding all around with guns that put hybrids down after one hit at least you knew now that they didn’t have any hybrids of their own forcing you to press your back against a wall after bullets fly past your temple one of your soldiers Red in the same position behind you and the other Tank crouching up against a wall across from you both you curse underneath your breath muttering into you mic

“Gaz, it’s flatline.”

“I know deity, what do you need?” The voice rings back not two seconds later and across the field Soap perks up the sign unfamiliar to him he’s interrupted before he can pounce on it

“Their coming faster than my privates can throw em, need a window to get my soldiers to the main building”

“Go now.” Ghost speaks up from beside the shadows on the wall are darker than before and their are even some slipping through the slits of his eye holes from his mask and when the lieutenant finally turn to face the sergeant his eyes are fully black and along with his eyes there’s shadows seeping from his covered lips this was more than the grim reaper this was death Soap didn’t know his expression carried shock until he went to grin almost unphased yet his voice told a different story

“Shit Lt… yer gonna be a tough act ta follow. But watch me alright?” The brunettes clothes begins to rip as he hunches over the sound of bones creaking and snapping as his canines make themselves known the act almost to swift for the blondes eyes to follow before he’s three times bigger in size ears shifted to sit almost atop of his temples, thinner coats of fur placed on the fronts of his arms traveling down to his hands yet not reaching his palms mohawk a bit longer and beard a bit thicker

“I’ll put on a good show”

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“Run they’ve got a wolf!” You move out of the shadows quickly watching shades scatter around as things clash and shake you take your window without a thought pushing until you’ve made into the building alarms blaring yet it’s fairly empty only few soldier remaining that you could see you give your sergeants a look signaling them over with a tilt of your chin and they obey

“For now, we’re one in sync.” They nod look of confusion shining beneath the look of loyalty as you hold your palm out placing it on the area of their foreheads until their faces is covered now mirroring yours the body of a bird sitting in between the area of your eyebrows and the beginning of the nasal bone the head resting in the middle of the forehead one wing stretching around the eye the tips of the wings burning red yet it’s inner body a bold orange and the other stretched over the opposite one tail kicking out to swing over the area of the cheek down to the chin a true sign of the phoenix

The three of you split Red takes out two shades with nothing but the wield of her fists the act of the neck bones cracking under her fingertips while Tank opts for his pistol no matter is its bashing the butt in someone’s skull or shooting a bullet between their eyes the shades don’t know what the hell hit them but it fucking hard as you walk down hallway your fingers drag alongside the wall and you stop gently at the sight of shadows crawling over the wall the timing is almost perfect as an unwanted crowd stand across from you before you can even open your mouth bullets spray your shoulder is grazed as the rest of them are suddenly stopped in mid air black smoke wrapped around them as you and the shadows interlink and hold hands

“You have, exhausted my patience.” You state lowly with a twirl of your fingers before sharply pinching the bullets into makeshift spears pushing them out with force the shades try to retreat but at the end they are still, lying dead on the cold cement floor a burnt red and orange bird mask covered face the last thing they see

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“Rats are jumping ship… keep a few alive we need the intel. Gaz, eyes on Soap?”

“He’s makin’ a scene in the center yard” The crow hybrid huffs out a chuckle a small grin resting on his face perched on a side of a building brown feathered wings spread across his back while the werewolf huffs a grin on his face before responding into his mic connected by the collar around his neck defending his honor to his lieutenant

“Not for nothin’. Destroyed the drive captain.”

“Good, get to the extraction point.” Price speaks up before dying out just as quickly while Gaz dives to the ground his wings strong going against the current of wind with a ‘swoosh’ and the canine baring hybrid didn’t stutter in steps making his way over to the harpy with a smirk before it dropped confusing the brunette as he inched towards the skull wearing lieutenant

“Haven’t heard from Deity Lt.” Gaz muttered eyebrows furrowed and Ghost’s shoulders are up and tense more than they were before and as he turns to switch on his coms Price beats him to it having overheard the harpy since he left his own line open

“Deity, what’s your status?” With not a slip of the tongue for you the captain repeated into the radio

“Deity how copy?” The complete silence on your end made them wary you weren’t an easy one to take down let alone to be took down at all so why the hell weren’t you answering your damn coms to your captains calls

“Deity” The wraith growled out now order direct and firm even if you were his downright equal you could hear the hulking echo slightly and before Gaz is taking off to cover ground from above they see the silhouette of your mask before they see you your feet a somewhat dragging behind you as you carry the weight of a three thousand pound missile over your back with a body hunched over your shoulder while you lug them both finally able to drop what you came here for, your mission you set the body on its feet staring sharply into its eyes Tank it was Soap recalled yet the position of the soldier standing up straighter with every passing moment until he was letting out a breath nodding his raven colored head of hair confused the Scott was he not just injured? Did he not just look like utter shit slung over your shoulder mere minutes ago? And was that blood smeared around his lips? The uncertainty of it all made him itch while Kyle was quick to come to your aid that you waved off before he could inch to close it confused him it was unusual to say the least I mean sure you’d roll your eyes to the point he’d tease they’d get stuck but outright refusing was rare he didn’t push it though chalked it as the adrenaline from the mission hadn’t gone yet

“Can you lug around three thousand pounds, half a mile” Your eyes were hooded yet sharp as you turn to question the mohawk wearing mutt gaze piercing through him that reminded him of a skull wearing lad and he stares at you for a second before cracking that grin nodding his head but you don’t spend an extra second before murmuring to your privates who go to regroup with the rest of their equals before you begin the walk trailing besides Ghost reaching to give him something that Soap can’t quite see before he realizes it’s a part of gloves when he’s shoves them over his fist the sight of you both with black hoods that sway behind your back the side view of the the Grim reaper and Phoenix was truly ethereal and by the look in Gaz’s eyes

He agrees

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