wp

As Satoru pulls in, Yaga is standing there with his arms folded over his chest, looking even more furious than Satoru feels. Confronted by that stony expression, it’s practically instinct to apologise at this point. ‘Sorry.’ ‘Are you?’ ‘No.’ He’s just being honest. ‘That was sick.’ All at once, Yaga deflates, scrubbing his hands over his face. ‘It was,’ he admits. Satoru notices a vein throbbing in his temple and hopes the old man took his blood pressure medication. ‘I don’t know what the hell they’re thinking.’ ‘They’re hoping I’ll kill myself for real this time,’ he says cheerfully. ‘Keep your voice down.’ Yaga is looking around nervously, but Satoru has never felt so locked in. His mind has never felt more clear. He’s so fucking enraged that he’s moved beyond anger altogether. It’s just pure, single-minded focus. He looks off down the course at where Kashimo is earning oohs and aahs using the move that he made famous. ‘I’m gonna run it again.’ There’s a long pause, filled only by the gasps of the crowd as his countryman takes a hard bail on his last run. The announcer’s voice booms around the mountainside, underscored by the incessant beat of the kick snare rhythm blasting from the speakers. ‘What the hell…’ Satoru prepares to make his case, but then, ‘Sure.’ Turning to his coach in surprise, he finds Yaga wearing the same stony expression as before, but this time, Satoru knows it isn’t for him. ‘Give ‘em hell, kid,’ he says, voice gruff. ‘How are you feeling?’ ‘Good.’ It isn’t even a lie. The ache in Satoru’s pelvis is easy to ignore when he’s this fucking fired up, all the adrenaline coursing round his system. ‘I can do it.’ At last, Yaga claps Satoru on the shoulder, cuffs him round the back of his neck. ‘I know you can.’

i guess i didn't share this here! very rough look at the ski (snowboard) fic sequel 🏂 struggling to find motivation for fandom recently, but the olympics started and... yeah, i'm gonna finish it. despite how it looks, it WILL be #satosugu and it WILL be E rated. and it WILL be fantastic *shrugs*

RIP Merlyn, you would’ve hated AI

oh, buddy. I’m really, really not. it’s just that you 🫵 are very pleasing 🫵

well from what *I* remember it made me shout out loud and roll around giggling and kicking my feet, so

🧟Dead Air🎙️📻

Satoru held the radio closer. “How much do you miss me?” He asked, dropping his voice softer and lower. 

“…” 

“Because I miss you so much it’s kind of pathetic."

🤍Words: 74k
🖤Chp 10/?
🤍Zombie AU, omegaverse
🖤Rated: E

🔗 ao3.org/works/66141730/chapters/204300256

五夏 | satosugu

my camera roll is full up with your art. I look at it REGULARLY. it makes me feel so warm and soft. you posted a WIP once, you know, that I realized was for one of my fics—I called my sister and admitted to writing fanfic just bc I wanted to show her that sketch. THANK YOU for letting us see.

(forgot you can’t comment gifs, but a BIG hug)

Oooo ahhh. It’s a porcelain snail. I wonder if she’s carrying tea in her shell.

that’s okay! none of us are here to see straight things 😇

GOD!!! the EYES!!!!!

meets a sleek and clean gojo in a bar with the skijoring on; first thought “a sharp-lookin’ pencil ain’t never done no work”; gojo insults the sport, not realizing geto competes; brags about his own prowess skiing; geto bets he couldn’t do shit strapped up behind a horse, the rest is history

no like I fear it’s consuming me. geto the retired barrel racer; full of rancher southernisms; good at breaking in unruly mounts; rides an old barrel horse called Big Dog; has got a hankering to ride another sort of big dog; crack treated seriously, pwp, 12k words. it’s on the list

just saw this rider in a skijor video and now I want geto on the horse and gojo on the skis

still struggling with white hair AND short hair so studies for a precious man
#gojosatoru

was at a surfer beach recently and could only see SatoSugu in all the surfers as they trudged around in the sun. this scratches SUCH an itch

the more I look the more I love! there’s so much to see here! I’d die for both of them actually

oooooh I just love how you draw their eyes

a midnight run!!! nothing quite like it

the music!!! best part by far

💚💚💚

then I’ll love it enough for the both of us cuz DAMN

superb please give florence a boop on the nose from me

His brain conjured up a million futures he hadn’t realised he was allowed to consider before that very moment, when they’d already long since become impossibilities. There was only one person Satoru would ever want to build a family with in a world where it was an option for him. ‘Kids are for people who plan to grow old one day,’ he said quietly. ‘But if you’d told me that was—’ In an utterly bizarre turn of events, his eyes started to sting as some strange grief started clawing its way up his throat. ‘If you’d told me that you wanted to…’ He trailed off, reluctant to follow a train of thought that would forever lead to a dead end. Pointless, grieving something that could never come to pass. Not in this life. Not in these bodies. ‘Indulge me now, then,’ Suguru whispered. — Satoru isn't anyone's daddy, but for one person only, he's willing to give it a try. From the summary of A Good Daddy by greaterglow on AO3.

A Good Daddy | greaterglow on ao3 👶

Satoru isn't anyone's daddy, but for one person only, he's willing to give it a try.

· #jjk #satosugu
· 8.3k words, oneshot, rated E
· let's enjoy filthy fucking + "family feels" with dada
· for @bearhavior.bsky.social ♥

read: archiveofourown.org/works/76321171

pls I’m nosy but not on twitter what is happening???

here’s a weird little sci-fi oneshot for yah

The Sentinel | #jjk #satosugu

- 7.6k words
- Suguru leads a heist
- Satoru powers a city
- WeepingPines learns how to avoid a tangent

archiveofourown.org/works/762189...