this is the another side of gojo you have yet to learn.
his vulnerability.
his shirt off and you can see the scars from the aftermath of the the war. his once flawless pale skin is riddled with huge lines of bumps and the ridges of his healed wounds. even with the reversed cursed technique he possessed, there's not so much it can do. only healed the wounds and left with scars. he is still beautiful though.
gojo prided himself in his looks and he never did felt insecure about it. his skin like snow and it's always gets red in the smallest of scratch of your nails in his skin but gojo likes it with your nail marks on his skin but the scars it tells a different story. a reminder of the people he lost. so many and worst he shared feelings with them.
gojo jokes how his scars matches with yours now. his scars are pinkish, some have the same color of his flesh. visible lines of his wounds on the pitted surface of his skin while yours are indented. streaks of lines visible in your body.
how yours was natural and his from a hard fought battle he won. this was the aftermath of a war.
then the pads of your fingers would trace his skin. the occasional bump when you run your fingers over them just like what he did with yours. a man could love what his woman have and a woman could love his man for what he is.
the wounds had healed but never what's inside. gojo is still human. some forgot about that part of him or gojo is that good at hiding his true feelings and here he is.
bare. bare in flesh and soul to the woman he had truly ever loved. it's easy to he naked with someone but it was never easy to be naked with your soul vulnerable in front of someone and gojo finds that peace with you. to be vulnerable with you.
the swirls of galaxy blues on the color of his eyes gazes at the woman in front of him who is touching him with such tenderness that it leaves him yearning for you more than he ever longed for someone.
holding your wrist with his hand. he made you stop from touching him. he loves it when you touch him but you need more appreciation than he can receive from you.
his lips ghosting in your palm, before pressing a tender kiss in your knuckles and gojo would press your soft body against his muscular one. your head in his chest where you can hear the steady rhythm beats of his heart. it's almost enough to lull you in sleep.
gojo kissing your hairline with small murmurs of "thank you for waiting for me." and "i almost lost you." the relief in his voice matching with gratefulness etched in his face. glad that you're still alive for him.
the warmth of your skin and his melding with each other and it's enough for the strongest to be vulnerable, just for once.
310 notes
·
View notes
I just finished the event!! here are some things i love about it! // spoilers
diluc teasing kaeya. DILUC TEASING KAEYA. "what happened to your swagger?"
kaeya getting flustered and speechless because he's being invited to eat at home
klee and kaeya having different perspectives on razor's goals!! (klee prioritizes looking for the mom, kaeya prioritizes the dad 🥺)
lisa calling razor her little wolf cub
kaeya too deep in thought otw to the winery that he didn't even hear paimon talking
big sister adelinde getting the ragnvindrs together!!
kaeya and diluc not going against adelinde. they don't want to disappoint her.
rosaria being straightforward and self proclaiming herself as the big sister.
varka voice reveal. kaeya's dad voice reveal.
the way hoyoverse subtly gave us our ragbros reconciliation scene?? still hoping for a bigger finalé to it but i feel so soft and warm over it
noelle excessively going out of her way to help (and the salute she did?? i love it!)
venti singing!!
DILUC IS A MENACE. "surely you wouldnt dream of disappointing adelinde 🤨?" "and what does the knights woes have to do with me exactly 🙄"
Adelinde spoiling "her dear master kaeya" 🥺
there were a lot of memorable scenes i havent added, i havent finished the games yet but hopefully i can before the last day! i do hope there's a scene with albedo, mona, and fischl though since I haven't bumped into them yet.
anywaay i heard that after the event, the characters can be found in random locations so don't miss that out!
782 notes
·
View notes
cw angst/MCD/Canon typical violence/spoilers (not meant to be spoilers but in case anyone wants to get mad at me lol)
How do you know what to say when the time to say goodbye comes too soon?
Soap dying in Ghosts arms, shot too many times to count, and the world has disappeared around them suddenly. Ghost wishes the earth would swallow them whole, mold them into one shape under the pressure and weight of the land so his Johnny couldn't actually be taken from him. He wants to wake up back in the barracks from this morning, reassure himself it's all just a dream. Ghost wants so many things, and none of them are helpful right in this moment.
The two had been growing closer- never going past drunkenly kissing and heavy petting in bathroom bars during leave and certainly never talking about it. Ghost, the coward, the big brutish coward, holding the only man he thinks he's ever loved in his arms can't say anything of comfort.
Soap's shivering. Teeth chattering, his warm skin growing cooler and paler by the second. His weak hands are trembling as he tries to pet at Ghost anywhere he can reach.
"Si...mon..." A little blood spatters out of the corners of Johnny's mouth.
"Sergeant."
Even as his consciousness is slipping, Soap still knits his eyebrows together in confusion.
Ghost sighs. "Soap."
"No-" Soap coughs, a wet sound rattling in his lungs. He's left trying to catch his breath, fighting to get his eyes to refocus on Ghost. "Please. I jes' need ta hear it..."
Soap grasps the collar of Ghost’s shirt, locking him in. For a brief moment his grip was so strong and his eyes so fiercely aimed at Ghost that he almost felt frightened.
"I need ye ta tell me ye love me." To an uncaring, heartless viewer, the way Soap’s face crumpled was pathetic. To a stranger unaware of the situation, one might cringe at how Soap sobbed, the pained wet sounds more childish than anything Ghost had ever heard from Soap.
"I... I... Soap, I can't."
The betrayal blazed in Soap’s eyes even as they went glassy.
"Cannae say my name can ye? Was..." More coughing cut him off for too many precious seconds, something wet rattling in his chest. "I was nothing to ye then, was I?"
Ghost was screaming it in his head. The words over and over, so fast and so many times that they overlapped into a dull roar ringing in his ear. His tongue felt thick, he felt he was going to throw up, really. Something in him, some childish thing was so afraid. So afraid and so hurt and angry and overwhelmed to be losing something so precious to him that the words would not form on his tongue.
The pained, sad, awful look on Soap's bloodied face pinched and contorted into a weak, but angry glare. "F-fuck you," He wheezed. His hands tried to start pushing Ghost away, but they were too cold, already too lifeless. Ghost only wound his arms around tighter. "Fuck you, Si..."
Whoever said that death could be like falling asleep could not have been further from the truth for John MacTavish.
"Johnny?" No response. The eyes were half lidded, no longer searching for Ghost.
The body in his arms became the heaviest thing in the world. Ghost shook him, jostling his head side to side to no response. The expression frozen on Soap's face still damning Ghost of his betrayal.
"Johnny, fuck, I'm sorry. I love you. I said it. Can you hear me? Please, fuck, tell me you can hear me. I love you."
Ghost shifted, rocking Soap gently. Shaking hands pushed his eyes shut, brushed his matted hair out of his face. "Johnny, c'mon love. You heard me, right? I love you. I always h-have, and always will. You know that. Right?"
And still, no response came.
56 notes
·
View notes