i love that post thats like “never trust how you feel about your life after 9pm” that shit changed my life. every time i feel bad i look at the clock and i’m like Aha It’s 10:26 PM You Cannot Fucking Fool Me
Bringing this one back because I decided to watch Logan while on my period and it's got me feeling some sort of way.
hey
hey friend
dont kill yourself tonight ok
you have a really pretty smile and i know its not always easy to manage one but itd be a bummer if we never had the chance to see it ever again
youre really important and you matter a lot so stay safe and try and have a nice sleep
I would like a moment to thank the people who reblog post like this so that it eventually shows on my dash.
It is keeping me alive
I actually really needed this tonight, thank you
Needed this tbh<3
I admire Gege's talent of creating hot male characters. "Same Face" Syndrome where????Look at the RANGE 🥴
Got a man for every occasion lmao
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Reblogging even though it's way past Halloween bc this is an important reminder!
Stay away from anything with activated charcoal during this season if you are on ANY medication!!!
For the love of SANITY. Don't EVER take Charcoal infused ANYTHING if you are on meds. Be they HRT, or Depression/Mental Illness meds, or like, the meds that keep your heart beating, diabete's meds, blood pressure meds! Charcoal will fuck you up BAD.
Yebbas heartbreak |
Suguru Geto x fem! Reader
Warnings: angst, teen pregnancy, grief, slight mention of mature content
blankley staring at the celling of your dimely lit room. The soft snores of the baby beside you fill the silence as you attempt to make out shapes that stay hidden in the dark.
It makes you think of how Suguru always saw the things you couldn't, not just because of his sorcerer abilities but his general perception of the world around him.
You loved that about him.
He knew how to pick up on things that seemingly weren't there.
You never completely understood the whole sorcerer thing. You remember the feeling of confusion in your heart after you first learnt he was going to jujutsu tech for high school.
You worried for the boy who you've seemingly spent your whole life with being without you and you without him.
Remembering how he held you tight, calm and sure that youd be okay, kissing your forehead and pinching your cheeks, with his signature grin and a playful remarks.
He made you realise he would in fact be alright at his new school, sealing it off with a vow that he'd be careful with curses.
With that you found ways to make due with the distance, his new friend Gojo would help sneak him out. For dates in Harajuku and make outs in the school.
Slowly though, you think of the transition from day visits to spending the nights exploring the other, beginning a new chapter of your relationship.
As each others firsts, feather light kisses filled with nervous giggles and whispered I love yous, he made it beautiful every time you did it
You knew eventually the magic would turn into something that would catch up to you.
You remember buying the test and calling him, crying telling him how you didnt want to do any of it alone, to which he promised, you would never have to.
He kept to his word
Even with his head bowed as both sets of parents raged at him for your reckless behavior. He held your hand, squeezing it, wordlessly telling you he loved you
You remember how he and his friends documented the pregnancy, leaving messages for when the unborn baby arrived. Uncle Satoru, gathering footage for you two.
As the day came nearer your doctor commanded bedrest until delivery. Suguru grew anxious, chewing at his lip as the doctor spoke. You knew how he tended to spiral under stress, he always preferred to deal with shit alone and push you out until he was ready.
You knew he'd be ready eventually
You never expected it to get too bad
Even when he was visibly exhausted, dark circles under his eyes, he hadn't been eating, your Suguru was doing it alone. "I'm just tired" he'd say dejected, absentmindedly kissing your forehead when he'd come visit your bedside.
Maybe you should've done more
When you found out about what he had done to his parents. Your body froze,a denial and grief, mixed with unmatched confusion seeped into your senses.
That night, you heard something fall in the nursery, you abandoned your bed, with sore feet and navigated to the room.
There he stood, peering over the empty crib. You didn't realise you were shaking,and the source of your fear; the man you love.
" Sugu...?" not so much a question and your voice barely a whisper.
He slowly approached you, touching your belly, softly caressing the skin, kneeling to kiss it.
"you still love me"
"Suguru please..." warm tears slip down your cheeks, you begged him not to leave, you pleaded that it's a bad dream. He mumbled something about his "off spring" before he left
You cant help but think that's why he spared you, the baby in your belly binding you to him
But anyways that was the last time you saw him, before Gojo told you everything. Suguru had more going on than you knew
Your newborn son in your arms, you were alone Suguru wasnt there , exhaustion and a strange feeling weighing your heart.
You stare at the ceiling tearing up at the memories, you hated when you thought about him, you always spiral into the entire story. Leaving you here, puffy eyes and small wishing he was here.
He promised to be here
Characters: fem!reader, Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Sukuna Ryomen, Choso, Toji Fushiguro, Geto Suguru, Itadori Yuji, Megumi Fushiguro, Yuta Okkotsu
Warning: it’s NSFW ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
All characters are aged up.
@bakugohoex here you go~ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ♡
Geto:
Pairing: Geto Suguru x Reader
Warnings: angst, like heavy angst, death, violence, no happy ending
a/n: Seriously, I needed a cigarette after this one.
If that treacherous heart residing within your chest were to thump even for a beat faster it would have exploded in your chest. It echoed in your ears as if your body was a hollow trunk filled only with a heart that pumped blood solely for a purpose of loving Geto Suguru. Everything else ached - your limbs were sore and bloody from the battles that you just finished, your chest burned like the whole hell was stuck in there, and your eyes strained from the sheer amount of tears they shed. You heard an explosion coming from the Jujutsu High’s ground and you picked up your pace. A memory flooded your mind, as clear as if it was unfolding right in front of you.
Young Geto Suguru stood under the old wisteria tree lost in his thoughts. Dressed in a traditional five-piece wedding kimono with the Geto family crest embroidered in it he watched the purple bloom with a small smile on his face. He looked so ethereal under the delicate dance of light and shadow that the gentle breeze created while toying with the cascades of fragrant flowers. You held back your tears or joy because you didn’t want to ruin the intricate makeup on your face. The sound of your sandals brought him back from whatever place he was in and he turned to face you. His breath caught in his throat as his eyes widened at the sight before him - the sight of you in your uro-uchikake, a brightly colored robe intricately embroidered in gold and silver threads.
“You look so beautiful, my love”, he walked towards you with a comforting smile on his handsome face and your heart skipped a beat.
As he leaned down to kiss your forehead he heard something rustle behind you and soon after two tiny faces emerged from under your kimono tail.
“Otosan, we want a kiss too!“ Mimiko and Nanako cried in unison.
Geto laughed loudly before picking them up.
Please, God, let him be alive.
The stench of curses and blood enveloped your senses and you almost threw up as you reached the gates of the place you once considered home. Everything came to a halt as you stopped and concentrated on his cursed energy. It was weak, but it was still present. Oh God, it was still present.
Once again you started running towards the place where you knew he would be, almost tripping over pieces of wall and broken wood structure.
"Suguru!” you screamed as you saw his wobbling form walking down the shadowy alley.
His head snapped in your direction.
“What are you doing here? I told you to retreat if things go south!“ He tried to sound stern but it came out as a raspy breath.
“What have they done to you, my love?” You ran to him with shameless tears pouring down your cheeks.
You inspected a gaping wound on a place where his right hand once was and winced at the sight.
“It is alright, darling. I’m okay”, his tone softened as he looked at your face and slumped against the wall.
“We need to get you to our hideout. I need to start working on you before you lose too much blood”, you wiped your eyes but the tears just wouldn’t stop pouring.
“I’m not coming this time”, he smiled softly and cupped your face with his remaining hand.
“What are you talking about Suguru? Of course you are coming. I’m not going to let you leave me again. I can’t live without you”, you sobbed at his touch.
“You will be alright. You are such a strong woman, my love. I have always admired your strength and resilience”, his thumb circled on your cheek wiping away tears and dirt.
“I don’t want to be strong Suguru. I want to be with you. I want to spend my life with you”, you snapped your head away from his touch and started pouring your cursed energy into his wound in an attempt to stop the blood from gushing out of it.
He didn’t say a word. He just smiled that damned smile of his and closed his eyes sighing contently.
“I will heal you and we will go away from this place and these stupid sorcerers. We will start a new life in Europe. Imagine darling: just you and I roaming through all of Europe, kissing in Paris, making love in Berlin, renewing our wedding vows in Florence. We will get to admire art and nature and life. We won’t care what happens to sorcerers or monkeys or anyone for that matter. I love you”, you babbled while healing his shoulder.
“Darling, Satoru is here”, his voice barely a whisper.
You froze, your hands falling to your side.
It’s over now.
Geto Suguru was not an easy man to love. In fact, to everyone else, he was a monster, a wretched excuse of a human being, but to you, he was just Suguru - a man who placed soft kisses on your head almost every night for nearly ten years, a man who danced with you to the sound of various foreign music you loved so much, a man with whom you parented two adopted girls, a man who killed men just because they looked at you the wrong way, a man who never ceased to tell you how much he loved you. Yet, he was also a man from whose clothes you washed off the blood of countless innocent people, a man who believed he was better just because he was born a sorcerer, a man who wanted to destroy the world as you knew it and build a new one according to his twisted fantasies. You stopped trying to change him a long time ago and started loving him for a duality that he carried around.
Embracing the inevitable, you simply sat on Suguru’s lap and wrapped your arms around his neck. His strong arm encircled your waist bringing him closer to you as he talked to Satoru. You paid them no attention as you inhaled Suguru’s scent, for what you knew would be the last time, as you listened to his steady heartbeat. He smelled like that perfume you gifted him with. You smiled finally coming to peace with your destiny. That didn’t stop you from imagining the life you could have lived with the love of your life.
In Naples, Italy, you sat on the floor of a small terrace in a white silk dress while cutting strawberries for a cheesecake with a large kitchen knife. Strawberry juice splashed all over the pretty dress, but you didn’t care. Then Suguru appeared next to you and took your juice-covered hand. He slowly put a finger in his mouth and sucked the juice, looking at you with lust-glazed eyes. The knife fell into your lap, destroying the sensitive material forever. He smiled saying that he would buy you a new one.
Somewhere in Provence, France, you took off your sandals and walked into the house with a bouquet of lavender in one hand, and groceries in the other. You call out Suguru’s name with worry written all over your face after the scent of lavender was overpowered by the smell of something burning. He poked his head out of the kitchen with a guilty smile on his face and an almost charred chicken in his hands. He said that he wanted to surprise you with lunch, but that he didn’t quite succeed.
In Switzerland, in Morcote, you argue about who will go outside to get wood for the fireplace, knowing full well that both of you hate snow. Maybe it’s not because of the snow, but because of the fact that neither of you wanted to look away from Lake Lugano, whose water was being swirled and thrown in all directions by the snowstorm.
There was no death, no sorrow in any of those lives. There was only you, Geto Suguru, and eternal happiness - the one that you never get bored of, the one that fills you up again and again, the one that contradicts human nature.
Suguru’s grip on your waist tightened before he whispered in your ear,
“I love you and I will love you for all of the eternity”
Those were the last words you heard before Satoru grabbed you and threw you down the alley. Everything went black as you fell into numbing unconsciousness.
-
Satoru walked towards your lying form after he did the most difficult task of his life. As he neared you he felt something extraordinary - your cursed energy was mixing with a new one that he had never felt before. It was the most perfect mix of yours and Suguru’s. He sighed heavily as he placed his hand on your belly. Tears filled Gojo Satoru’s eyes as he, as well, thought of lives that were never going to be lived.
“One day we will meet, little one”, he got up and walked away, the saddest smile engraved on his face.
✢summary: what happens when your husband brings home a son that is not yours?
✢tags: arranged marriage gojo satoru x reader, reader is a clan kid, she’s v traditional, obvious cat and jon snow references
✢tw: implications of cheating, mentioned abuse, misogyny ig
✢ a/n: i’m not gonna lie to you guys, i know i’ve been a while and im really ashamed that i come back with something that i believe this isn’t my best work at all. i had this prompt in my head for a long time and i have wanted to publish this ever since. always love hearing from all of you and i’d like to get some feedback as well <33
You were a clan kid fortunate enough to be born with the clan’s cursed technique but unfortunate enough to be a woman. Your childhood tutors had drilled the duties of wives in your head, and had made you comfortable with the idea of an arranged marriage. You pride yourself as a good traditional daughter, whose greatest honor would be marrying your husband.
Never in your life did you imagine yourself caring for a child that is not yours.
That was, of course, until you met your husband.
Satoru Gojo
[Chapter 7] The Secretary
Pairing: Satoru Gojo x f!Reader
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You’re a bit shaken up when you get off the elevator, perplexed by his words. A surge of emotions flows through you. You’re fighting back a smile while your blood boils. Of course he has the audacity to say that. He doesn’t have that right.
When you’re back at your desk you take a moment to breathe. You can’t believe it. How dare he? He should’ve stayed quiet because he doesn’t have the right to speak to you in any kind of way– To even comment on your looks. You’ll be thinking about this for the entire day, it’s hard not to, considering how fast your heart beats.
Too lost in your own thoughts, you don’t notice when Shoko walks up to your desk. She taps on your desk, and you look up at her. She raises her brows, tilting her head before commenting, “Caught you off guard. What were you thinking?”
Summary: After a shotgun marriage with Gojo Satoru, what does life look like for the two of you?
Gojo Satoru x reader
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Genre: fluff, angst, exes to friends to lovers
“You’re home tonight.”
Gojo Satoru is not one to be back in his ancestral home often. But after you married and your son came along, he’s been coming back more.
“I wanted to see you, even if it’s just for a few hours.” he replies.
Your marriage to Gojo was a mixed bag. It was equal parts a love match, a marriage of convenience (because if you hadn’t married, you and your son would be clanless), and an arranged marriage of sorts.
Deep down you know that Gojo is not the commitment type. You can’t help feeling guilty that you’re taking up his time even if he is officially your husband.
“Is the baby asleep?” he quietly, but eagerly peaks into the bedroom the three of you share.
Before your son was born, he never imagined himself to be back, much less sharing a room in his old home with the tatami mats and sliding screen doors with you. Your relationship with Gojo has never been easy. You were arranged to be married when you were kids and you stopped talking as teenagers. He’d openly flirt and be with other people. It hurt you of course, but it was difficult to blame him. Marriage was too big of a responsibility for most high schoolers.
But something changed 10 years after you broke your engagement. You started mending your relationship and experimenting with intimacy. Shortly after, you found out you were expecting. Maybe the old arrangement was more than just an obligation after all.
“Yeah, he’ll be up early though so you can play with him then.” You pull out some fresh clothes for him to change into from a large wooden chest in the antechamber of your room.
You turn away so he can change in peace.
“Do you ever feel forced to come home? Y’know, out of obligation?” you murmur curiously.
✢summary: what happens when your husband brings home a son that is not yours?
✢tags: arranged marriage gojo satoru x reader, reader is a clan kid, she’s v traditional, obvious cat and jon snow references
✢tw: implications of cheating, mentioned abuse, misogyny ig
✢ a/n: i’m not gonna lie to you guys, i know i’ve been a while and im really ashamed that i come back with something that i believe this isn’t my best work at all. i had this prompt in my head for a long time and i have wanted to publish this ever since. always love hearing from all of you and i’d like to get some feedback as well <33
You were a clan kid fortunate enough to be born with the clan’s cursed technique but unfortunate enough to be a woman. Your childhood tutors had drilled the duties of wives in your head, and had made you comfortable with the idea of an arranged marriage. You pride yourself as a good traditional daughter, whose greatest honor would be marrying your husband.
Never in your life did you imagine yourself caring for a child that is not yours.
That was, of course, until you met your husband.
(Arranged Marriage Fic) Read on Ao3
Rated M
The high collared throat of his jacket couldn’t mask the canned air of Shinjuku Station. Japanese Metro facilities were usually pristine compared to those overseas, but most passengers were blind to the Residual matrix littering the city’s above and underground railways. Scrutinizing the luminescent stains on the walls, Satoru swiped his IC card on the scanner and headed towards the boarding dock, waiting with some other strangers for the midnight train to take him home. Not that he was itching to return. He needed time to himself, to mull over recent events.
Chapter One
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Summary: After being kidnapped by a group of mutant haters, you find yourself lost in the wilderness. What you don’t know
Hands bound, eyes blindfolded, legs weak. That’s how you woke up. You lay on metal and from the way it rattled and thundered, you deduced it was some sort of vehicle.
Voice, you heard voices. Men’s voices to be precise. Their words were muffled through the wooden wall separating the main cab from the back, where you lay helpless.
You mind drifted to how you’d got here. Tied up and bruised. Then you remembered. You had been ambushed.
Can’t wait for the next part
Chapter 7
Next chapter -> H E R E
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Type: series
Summary: Uthred forces you to bathe, which leads to a disagreement between the two of you.
Warnings: 18+ Dark themes, spanking, kissing, description of injury, light fluff.
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