go6jo

[go6jo]

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

#my husband who im still waiting to return from the war #✋🏼😞

[go6jo]

Just discovered your account from the for you tab and gods!!

Your suguru is just so lovingly soft and divine, the post where you describe him as Ares has me frothing at the mouth and wanting to write something akin to an iliad simply for him.

And the way you write is just *chef's kiss*. I can't get enough of it. It's something like the feeling of warmth you get when laying on the bed in the middle of winter on a lazy Sunday, when you know you have time to lounge about in the warmth.

But like...cuddling with sugu would be too notch.

thats the suguru effect i believe 😭 i look at him and suddenly theres a sheet of paper on my desk and a pencil in my hand. hes like. my muse. i recently watched the new episode where they show the close up shots of his hair, then his hands, his feet and his eyes and i just. hes so SO beautiful and the suguru in my head is so good and gentle and delicate, the way he’d been if nothing bad happened. i truly believe that he’s got the most tender heart, he’s very sensible and that was his downfall. i think about him and there’s so much i want to say and nothing comes out quite right at the same time NSHDISDJSDUSIDHXHJDS he makes me feel all warm inside so im glad to hear that i manage to get some of that warmth across to you. <3

#dont even get me started on cuddling with him!!!!!!! #like being held by him? getting to HOLD HIM? #getting to lie your head on his chest while he lulls you to sleep with his lips pressed to your forehead #his lips puckering against your skin to kiss you every time you inhale. and both of his hands under your shirt stroking your back… #im gonna make myself sick thinking about him!!!!!!

[go6jo]

oh no cigarettes for me thanks i just wanted to be in this dank alleyway with you

#me 2 geto. yep.

[go6jo]

Bonus points if after hearing suguru say all that you say yes confidently when he asks if you're still on the pill even though you stopped taking it months ago. I mean how pretty would you look all swollen up because you're carrying a child; his child. Suguru couldn't possibly resist then, could he?

THIS IS SO TOXIC AND SO UNREALISTIC BUT YOU KNOW HDSHS

Nvm man I can't defend myself anymore 😭😭

CONTEXT SHUT UPPPPPP !! SHUT!!! UPPPPPP!!! like you'd give it to him soooo good, trying so desperately so make him stay. you'd have him lie on his back as he watches you put in all the work, proving to him that you're worth it, that he won't regret it if he stays, that you could make him so happy, could satisfy him - make him forget all about his problems. and he finds your desperation amusing really, because he's far too gone, you have a wanted criminal in your bed, you're kneeled in between the legs of murderer, his hand tangled in your hair as he gazes down at you, proped up on his elbows to take in the sinful sight that you are and he didn't know you had it in you to look this obscene, teary eyed and struggling to take him all in - to be this dirty, drooling all over him. it's like the idea of him being gone has suddenly awakened something in you, you who'd always been so hesitant to initiate sex with him, counting on him for guidance always, only whispering a bashful need you, ru when your head is resting on his lap during movie night and letting him take matters into his own hands, leaving it to him to do the rest, to take care of your needs as he lets his hand slide under the hem of your pijama shorts and you're left to bury your face on the warmth of his naked stomach, struggling to maintain eye contact when he tells you you sound so pretty or when he asks you god, baby. wanna tell me what you were thinking about? because you're soaking through the fabric of your panties. you, who'd always let your index finger dance on his thigh as you lay on his stomach in bed, getting fidgety instead of letting him know you want him, begging silently, hoping he'll know what you're asking for and suguru complies as he takes your wandering hand in his bigger one and moves it to rest atop the bulge on his boxers, go on, baby, guiding your hand up and down to help you stroke him and he'd always be vocal to encourage you, to let you know you make him feel so good, that you make a mess out of him. you turn him on so much with your timid nature but when you're kneeled before him like this, looking this debauched, he wonders if you'd always been like this yet too shy to show him this side of you, this side that's so eager, so ready to please.

"you want me to stay, baby?" and you only nod at him, thats all you can do really when your mouth is already so full of him "yeah? how bad do you want it?" and you could barely breathe properly anymore but your lips slide further down his lenght until your nose hits his pelvis, dutifully swallowing him whole, all of him, and there's hope swelling in your chest, proud as you watch his head swing backwards as it hits the headboard, the muscles of his abdomen contracting and the grip on your hair getting tighter as he drags out a low fuuuck, his other hand threads through his hair, pushing the strands that stick to his forehead backwards. you peak at him through your lashes, he’s a heavenly sight, swollen lips slightly parted as breathy moans escape through them, he's panting - completely lost in pleasure. its somewhat unconcious, the way he starts chasing after his high, the hand on the back of your head pushing you further down until you feel him hit the back of your throat. you inevitably choke around him which throws you into an uncontrollable coughing fit that delays his release “sorry.” you rest your cheek against his thigh and his brows furrows as he sits up on the matress, landing a slap on your ass that is way too conveniently bent up in the air “you’re so fucking good to me, baby” suguru bends down to kiss your temple then holds your face in his hands, forcing you to sit back on your knees as his thumb keeps stroking your cheek. “then stay. we’ll figure it out, ru.” you look him in the eye, giving him no way out. “i think it’s a little too late for that, princess”

oh.

so he fooled you. he came here and he fooled you into thinking that you could save him, that he wasn’t broken beyond repair, that you could make him stay when, really, he never came knocking on your door to beg for salvation, he never really wanted to be saved. lust. he only came as a sinner and not as one looking to repent but, instead, as one looking commit yet another sin. you feel betrayed.

“c’mon. ride it, baby.” he’s kissing down your neck and you’re numb, staring blankly ahead of you, thinking about all the ways you could’ve made him stay but you didn’t, thinking of all the ways you weren’t enough, desperately searching your head for something, anything that could make him change his mind. “make me cum really good like only you know how to do it, yeah? do it so i won’t forget. we might not be seeing each other for a while”

so you make one last effort. you ride him, you do it like it’s the last time you’ll ever do it, you start off slow, sensual, swallowing his moans as you kiss him tenderly, his hands are under your thighs, helping you set the pace, your chest is squeezed against his, your nipples brushing against his with every tempting roll of your hips and you’re both way too sensitive this deep into the night, every gentle touch eliciting a moan that is higher, needier than the latter, his head falls backwards revealing the skin of his throat to you and you nibble on his adam apple which makes him smile amidst a groan before holding his index and middle finger up to your mouth “suck.” now smiling down at you, a dangerous glint in his eyes. you're whining around his fingers, your movements getting more erratic as things begin to take a sudden turn. suguru is moaning shamelessly on your ear, thrusting up into you, chasing after the high he's been craving ever since he walked through your door, hands gripping your hips and teeth sunk into your shoulder as your nails claw onto his and its rough, it's needy on both ends and so messy. "wanna cum with me, baby?" he manages to choke out the words in between heavy breaths and you've long since lost the ability to speak as he keeps on thrusting up into you with reckless abandon, you don't say anything, only moaning uncontrollably, but he knows you're close from the way your body is starting to get tense in his embrace, so his hand reaches down between your legs to add on to the pleasure he’s giving you and you're shaking in his arms - you've long since lost control but it's always been like this with him, it's always so easy to submit to him, to give in to him, to let him take control over you. "cum." and you do, as if waiting for him to guide you, like he always does. he cums with a kiss to your forehead, eyes tightly shut as he presses his lips harder against your skin to try to supress the loud groan that threatens to escape past his throat and you have half a mind to wrap your legs tightly around his waist, keeping him buried deep inside you - refusing to let him go and he doesn’t make much of an effort to pull away from you anyways. "god, baby." he hisses as you begin to move your hips again, leaving sloppy kisses on his jaw "just give me a minute and we can go again."

#geto x reader #geto smut #geto suguru x reader #getou x reader #jjk x reader

[go6jo]

suguru coming to you one last time before he decides to leave for good and he has made up his mind already but he knocks on your door at three in the morning and he pretends he hasn’t because he has become evil like that, selfish. he doesn’t even allow the shock from seeing him for the first time after everything he has done to settle in your brain because he’s kissing you and his hands are everywhere and he’s whispering into your neck “need to be inside you, baby. is that okay? give me a reason to stay.”

#AND im out. im leaving you with this until i gather the courage to open google docs and do something about all of my #unfinished drafts #geto

[go6jo]

i'm sorry for replying after such a long time but on the day you wrote back i was leaving for a week's trip and then recovering from a cold i caught during that time (playing genshin was the only thing i was capable of). when i read that you will never get tired of this topic it's a bit like hearing myself to be honest <3 i really hope that one day gege will finally have mercy, i really need this to calm my mind in some way. so part of me wants to believe that something changed geto's parents after they started to notice that he is not an ordinary boy. that, like you mentioned, something switched in him when he saw mimiko and nanako locked in this cage because of his past experiences. on the other hand something tells me that the whole thing didn't affect his contact with his parents at all. that their view on their son stayed the same, maybe because they simply didn't even know about all this, which only makes this situation more sad and tragic. its even more gege style tbh, also i'm sure he has this very well thought out. thanks that you also brought out the incident! there is another thing i'm not sure about. after the manga it seemed to me that he went to his parents right after killing the villagers, but according to the anime, it looked a bit as if the parents were residents of that village and he simply didn't make exceptions for them so they were executed along with other inhabitants. maybe i'm misunderstanding something, i haven't done any further research on this subject yet. and here i wonder again - if they knew anything? did he know why he came to them or maybe something happened on the spot that put the nail in their coffin? we're missing SO many informations that are just SO important i'm going jdfhfdjjhkj

actually i don’t think it is ever explicitly said, no, but i just assumed that his parents had nothing to do with the village so ultimately it was deliberate that he went to kill his parents right after his mission, WHICH IS SO UNSETTLING TO ME it wasnt like they got caught in the crossfire - his parents were his “first” victims. i say this because i believe that he did what he did to the villagers as sort of like.. an impulse. it wasnt thought through, he acted without thinking, instead he acted based on what he felt in that moment. but with his parents.. was it an impulse or was it intentional? still, either way, that is what makes me believe that they didn’t have a good relationship to begin with. yaga mentions that suguru’s house is completely empty, no bodies, only blood, so there’s always the possibility that it could’ve staged, however, there’s also the possibility that he just buried the bodies or got rid of them in some way which sounds more plausible to me if i were to stick to that idea of mine about how he was neglected by both his parents. i just like tragic characters so i always imaginate the worst scenario possible, that’s my bad 😭.

#i’ll look at the most miserable character and think THATS THE ONE!!!! #also don’t apologize!! hope you had a nice time on that trip!! ^^

[go6jo]

Hihi~~ I came across something and thought of you💗

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CxXxWfQSOB0/?igshid=MWZjMTM2ODFkZg==

ALSO HOW ARE YOU DOING, I HOPE YOU'RE DRINKING ENOUGH WATER!! I haven't been using Tumblr much because I had to get surgery 🙄👎

BUT ANYWAYS I MISSED YOU!!!!

-Chérie🍒

hiding behind my hands, so cuuuuuute!!! im doing good, Chérie, how are you! i’ve been so incredibly busy juggling between classes and driving lessons and the gym and all that stuff, i’m so exhausted all the time that i barely get any time to come on here, too. so excuse my late reply 😭💗 !! how did your surgery go!

[go6jo]

biscuit hiiii! for the ask game geto ❓and ill let you choose what kind of headcanon you’d like to write ehe — go6jo.

Hiiiii! Thank you so much for interacting! Glad to hear from you! I feel soft at this moment so i choose sfw headcanon

Geto Suguru is the type of guy to randomly start playing with your hands. He’d trace his fingertips on your palm, the back of your hand, along and across your fingers. He’d gently play with the rings you wear, moving them from one finger to another then back. He’d also kiss your nails, fingers, every inch of the hand. And he’d do all of this while you’re watching TV or reading, or simply staying in bed, before or after sleeping. Geto is so in love with those hands that belong to you, the same way he’s in love with all of you.

Ongoing ask game here

Ongoing jjk smut poll here

#PLSSS THIS IS SO CUTE AND SO TRUE!!!! #i once read this poem which was about how our hands are the most honest part of ourselves because if you’re nervous for eg. - #- it will show through your hands etc etc. #and i think that like. he’s always yearning to touch your hands and to hold them and to convey his love for you #and hopefully he can feel what it is that you’re feeling too. LIKE COMMUNICATING THROUGH TOUCH YOU KNOW. ANYWAYS BISCUIT YOURE SO RIGHT!!!!!

[go6jo]

saw this tweet and my brain immediately thought of your characterization geto……..

YESSSS honestly, to me, geto is just the perfect character for the whole slowburn, fated lovers narrative!! he's so patient when it comes to love, treats it as something so delicate and if he loves someone i truly believe he sees them as someone worth waiting (and fighting) for, no matter what! what if he meets you when he's still so young he can hardly grasp the meaning of what it is that he's feeling. he sees you sitting lonely on a swing one afternoon, kicking your little legs in an attempt to get it to move but failing miserably, you're alone and you ask him if he can help you, if he'll push you and you promise to push him too, afterwards. he falls in love with your laugh first, your braids are dancing in the air and you only laugh harder the higher you get. he's only a child and he's made aware of just that because his arms are too thin, too weak and they're hurting so bad yet still he makes an effort to push through the pain, to keep on pushing you even though his arms are starting to give out on him because he wishes to keep on hearing you laugh, even if his arms fall off as a consequence. you never fullfill your promise to him, however, because your mom eventually arrives and drags you home by the arm despite all your protests. it's okay, he thinks - you'll return. he's twelve at the time and when he arrives back home his mother is setting the dinner table and he runs up to her to help her carry the heavy platter in her hands, she tries to shoo him away but his small hands still reach for the platter anyways "i need to get stronger, you know?".

the next day, he returns to the park but you're not there. he visits the place every day for a whole year yet you never show up and he gives up. he doesn't hear anything from you for the next ten years until he moves to tokyo and spots you sitting on a coffee shop with your friends and you still have that same childish laugh that makes him melt, that distinct sound - so lively and pure, like that of a little girl he met years ago and fell in love with as a boy. that beautiful, cherubic sound which reminds him of how rotten and tainted he has become throughout the years, the innocence of the boy he once was, the boy he had been with you, left behind. much has changed yet, still, he watches you though the window as you get up and leave, waving goodbye to your friends and walking towards the nearby empty playground before taking the vacant seat on the swing, typing away in your phone and to him, suddenly, it is a if nothing has changed, and it fills him with courage. he gets up and he exits the coffee shop but not before leaving a couple bills on his table to cover the breakfast expenses. his feet are carrying him in your direction, he's not thinking much, just allowing them to lead the way as if they've gained a will of their own.

"i'm still waiting on you to follow through on your promise from back then."

you look up from your phone and take in the image of the mysterious man seated on the swing next to you - tall and handsome, so self assured in the way in which he speaks, a strinkingly enticing demeanor as he smiles gently at you, almost as if he has known you for years. its a particularly chilly day and he brushes away a few strands of hair that are blown out of place by a gust of wind and suddenly, it clicks. he still has that long silky, lovely dark hair that'd you'd been so envious of as a little girl, it'd been strangely long at the time and you had teased him about it, saying he looked like a girl as you weaved it into two braids while he blushed shyly, bashful at your words - and gesture. he'd been smaller at the time, thinner and his hair, that even though didn't reach past his scrawny shoulders, seemed to swallow his entire frame. he had looked awkward. but he's twenty-two now, almost twenty three (it's december. february is only two months away, you remember.) and though his hair has long since grown past his shoulders and is longer that ever before, he wears it well, suits him and it makes him look so handsome, somehow manly even, more mature. he's become strong, too, you conclude as you let your eyes roam over his figure, his features sharper, shoulders broader and muscles bulkier and noticeable even under the loose material of the long sleeve shirt he's wearing. he's certainly not the boy you had met all those years ago anymore still, you've made a promise to him, one you must uphold.

you only smile and move to stand behind him on the swing, your hands on his back as he braces himself for the ride. and maybe he doesn't really believe in fate but you make him want to believe in it - that he's meant for you and you're meant for him. he wants to believe you were put on this earth for him and him alone, why else would he cross paths with you after such a long time, if not for you to fulfill the promise you'd made to him? you're bound to be, no matter what you'd always find each other. there's nobody else for him but you.

#it actually made me so happy that this tweet reminded you of my geto T-T i'm flattered. that's so cute. #ideally my life wouldn't be so busy right now and i'd write this properly. IDEALLY I'D BE FINISHING ALL OF MY DRAFTS. i miss writing sm #i've been so quiet lately but i promise im working (as in thinking instead of writing....) on my geto fics on my drafts.. #geto #geto x reader

[go6jo]

OMG BABEEE LOVE AS IT WERE CARVED IN STONE IS AT 1.4K NOTES AAAA I'M SO PROUD OF YOUUUU

waaaa thank you, chérie (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) that’s my magnum opus, i believe. i think i go through the tags on that fic at least once a week. they make me so happy.

#thank you to suguru for being the perfect muse!!! #i love him so much im never not mentioning him

[go6jo]

hello! i've been following you since i read one of your fics from 5:40 to 7:20 am literally and fell in love with your writing, but it's not about that now hehe. i saw you brought up the topic of suguru's parents and i've always wanted to talk to someone about it! cause at the beginning i was convinced that his parents were good, almost perfect — and that's why their son was probably a definition of a good kid. but after some time i thoguht that maybe it was exactly the opposite? maybe they weren't interested in him, didn't have time for him at all and he had to grow up on his own? looking at his strong moral compass, i believe he was able to distinguish how he should behave and that's how he grew up (he was a smart kid for sure <3) yet i'm still not sure about this either. now i'm wondering whether this might have some significance in the future, but knowing gege's desire to develop side plots, such as megumi's mother for example, it probably has nothing to do with it. but maybe one day he will explain it to us </3 i am sorry if this is chaotic and linguistically incorrect, im terribly tired but just really wanted to send you this so i could maybe chill a little before you move on to another topic, haha.

im always thinking about him i don’t think i’ll ever move on from this conversation really, not until we know what happened because it still bothers me to know that he went after his parents IMMEDIATELY AFTER he decimated the whole village. i think we only know, for a fact, that his parents were non sorcerers and i could only speculate about their relationship but, going along with what i previously wrote, about his parents becoming distant once suguru’s technique starts to manifest itself, i wonder if he tried to behave nicely to compensate for the fact that he was different, that he was an anomaly and that there was something intrinsically wrong with him, almost as if trying to make himself small, invisible so he wouldn’t be as much of a burden to his parents. and maybe he grew to blame himself, for the lack of love on his parents behalf. it was his fault that his parents didn’t love him anymore, so maybe if he were good, everything could go back to normal. and i want to believe that he was inherently good so bad and i know what grief does to a person but to change so drastically? i, too, wonder if he had been repressing that rage and that.. hatred for all his life and it was only a matter of time until it started to eat away at him. maybe all that time he had been trying so hard to be good when really he wished he could just succumb to those feelings, because that was the real him. him who had known nothing but pain and rejection throughout his whole childhood, who had to bend himself to others will, maybe he thought that if he put all those negative feelings into something good, maybe then it had all been worth it. the thing that made him different, the thing that pushed his parents away, it could be used for good and then it wouldn’t be as bad, maybe he could be useful. (however, perhaps later he realized that he wasn’t the bad guy, he wasn’t to blame for all his suffering, he was the victim and that’s what made him switch, he realized non sorcerers were the perpetrators of his pain)

and again, im only speculating, he could have had a healthy relationship with his parents and went to them only one last time for comfort before he could never go back, before he became a wanted criminal. maybe their death was an ‘accident’ because when he arrived home they asked him too many questions whose blood is that on your shirt? what did you do? and suddenly he was so overwhelmed by everything that it happened, though that’s unlikely. he could also have done it to prove a point, to himself, that if he could kill his own parents then he could kill anyone and fullfill his dream, he could’ve done it to cut ties with the old suguru and to embrace the new him. and still there’s a question i can’t stop thinking about which is did they know? did they know what he was, were they scared when he unleashed the curses and did they try to protect him from them because they didn’t know what was happening. did they run or did they surrender to him. but i still believe that seeing mimiko and nanako in such a state triggered something in him, it made some bitter memories from his childhood resurface and that was all he needed to do what he should’ve done already and a long time ago.

#i actually need gege to either write something about it or hand me the pen. because I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED #and thank you so much for sharing your opinion with me i love talking about him #geto #jjk meta

[go6jo]

taking geto to meet your parents for the first time.

#i just know mothers love him. and grandmas. #he sits on the kitchen while your mother is preparing dinner and listens to her talk #he gets up every now and them to help her stir something on the pot and theyre so engaged in conversation it feels so natural and familiar #AND CAN YOU IMAGINE YOUR FATHER CALLING HIM SON LIKE. #‘​it was nice meeting you son’ #IM GONNA BE SICKKKKKKKK #father mention #mother mention #geto

[go6jo]

As soon as I can revive him from the dead the wedding is BACK ON !!!!

#performing cpr on geto wish me luck ! #geto

[go6jo]

I Would Just like To say ….. the way u write is actually so stunning like wtf how dare u make me tear up by stringing some words together??? no like seriously the way you capture the romance in such a gentle and almost like poetic manner??? wtf man not fair I Am Distraught… LIKE IF U CANT TELL BY THE I AM WRITING I AM GENUINELY IN AWE…………. thank u for ur lovely writing i am actually going to go read some more and scream about it 😭😭

omg please scream as much as you want i love it when people scream in the tags!! i have so much fun reading it!

#i promise i always read every single tag that people leave on my fics. i wish i could reply to you all 🌹

[go6jo]

The way you write is just phenomenal. I read your geto fic, and let me tell you, i felt emotions no piece of literature ever made me feel before it made me cry and it comforted me at the same time (and I had the best sleep afterwards?!?!?) So I wanted to thank you for the masterpieces you're making, and I wanted to appreciate your talent. You're really gifted, and I want to ask you for one thing please KEEP writing. I don't think I will ever be able to read any fics other than yours at this point ( I wanted to send you this as soon as I read it but I wanted to become 18 first lol so I waited a whole week also english is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes )

i was literally giggling and kicking my feet in the air while i was reading this message and then decided to keep this in my inbox until i found the words to reply to you but i can’t so im holding this very close to my heart instead ! thank you so much !

#I WILL KEEP WRITING I HAVE TO OR ELSE THE THOUGHTS START PILING UP LIKE CLUTTER IN MY HEAD

[go6jo]

im so curious to know what’s everyone’s perspectives on sugurus relationship with his parents

#LIKE I NEVER HEAR ANYONE TALK ABOUT IT AND THINKING ABOUT IT MAKES ME CRAZY #LIKE DO WE THINK HE JUST STRAIGHT UP KILLED HIS PARENTS JUST BECAUSE HE HAD A DREAM #DO WE THINK HE HAD AN UNHEALTHY ATTACHMENT TO BOTH OF THEM AND KILLED THEM FIRST JUST TO RIP THE BANDAID OFF #OR WERE HIS PARENTS JUST COMPLETE TRASH AND IT WASNT THAT HARD FOR HIM TO KILL THEM IT WAS A RELIEF EVEN #I NEED HIS BACKSTORY!!! I NEED TO KNOW!!!!

[go6jo]

i imagine suguru to be a mama’s boy until around the age of seven when his cursed technique starts to manifest itself. hes the example of a perfect child, all of his mom’s friends praising him and showering him with compliments, her dearest son which she flaunts with so much pride - hes polite, and he’s kind, he says please and thank you and rarely ever speaks unless spoken to - quiet, examplary. faultless. until one day shes startled out of sleep with a loud scream echoing throughout the whole house and she immediately jumps out of bed to check on suguru and she swings the door of his bedroom open only to find her son curled up in a corner, hugging his knees to his chest, trembling while staring with tremendous fear into the window on the wall directly across from him, and she runs to him, crouches down to his level to hush him and ask him what’s wrong. he can barely speak through the heavy sobbing, hiding his face in her chest, little fingers fisting her nightgown “there’s something outside the window, mama.” she looks outside clutching suguru to her chest still but - “there’s nothing outside, ‘ru” she figures it must have been a nightmare so she lifts him up into her arms and starts walking towards the window despite all of his protests, he’s thrashing and he’s trying to escape from her grasp but still she insists there is nothing outside, mama promises, alright?. just look. and when he does, she feels his skin run ice cold under her hands, muscles tense and breath hitching. hes frozen in place, unmoving while staring with wide eyes into nothingness. it becomes a reoccurring event. she takes him to all these different specialists, she’s desperate - psychologists, neurologists, - mediums even - and still no answer as to why her otherwise calm and perfect boy has turned out this way, difficult and inconsolable. he sees things, it must be some kind of illness, there’s no other plausible explanation, she thinks. he’s not crazy, he can’t be crazy, she’s in denial— eventually it turns into something out of her control, and she starts to believe he must, in fact, be crazy because it becomes a problem. one she has grown tired trying to find a solution for. he refuses to leave the house, saying there are monsters lurking everywhere he goes. his friends at school start to think he’s weird. he refuses to eat and he becomes more difficult to deal with each passing day. his mom starts to grow more and more distant every day. what did she do to deserve this, to deserve a problematic child. he’d been so perfect and he’d ruined everything. suguru can see it in her eyes, she doesn’t know what to do anymore, she does’t think she can handle this anymore. she doesn’t want to — he can see the disappointment in her eyes.

so when her son arrives home one day saying he’s moving to tokyo, i found some people who can help me, ‘ma. she thinks nothing of it. he is 15 years old now, he’s gone back to his old quiet self, has settled down for the most part, yet, still, his mother asks no questions, because it’s a burden she can finally get rid of. (he meets a blue eyed boy on the street one day, white hair, around the same age as him while he’s paralized in the middle of the sidewalk, a scary figure blocking his path as he’s returning home from school, tormenting him. he’s stuck in place looking at the monstrous thing until, in the bat of an eye it is gone and standing in it’s place is a boy with a smug smile on his face “easy. see? gone.” he joins suguru on his way back and eventually reveals that he ran away and it mustn’t be long until someone comes looking for him.) he packs and he leaves on a summer day after kissing his mother’s cheek goodbye, his figure towering over hers already, she’s at the kitchen counter, preparing lunch, chopping some vegetable and barely even spares him a glance when he walks through the front door. he still visits her every so often. even brings you home to her once and she thinks you must be a saint. she treats you well, sits down on the couch with you and flips through an old album full of pictures of him, there are only baby pictures, though. no record of suguru from the age of eight onwards. looking at you both, suguru feels a semblance of normality, something he hasn’t felt in a while. not ever since he was a kid. you’d been nervous to meet her, had known very little about her for suguru rarely ever mentions her, much less his father. “she loves you” he mouths while sitting on the couch opposite to you when his mother gets up to check the pot on the stove. more than she loves him, he thinks, but he’s happy - he’s happy that she does, he knew that she would - and he’s smiling at you but there is a hint of sorrow in the gesture. his mother doesn’t resent him as much nowadays - out of sight out of mind, he’s not a weight in her life anymore. until he stops coming over as often, a whole year goes by before she gets to see him again, standing on the porch of his old childhood home he’s grown a lot ever since the last time she saw him, he’d always been a handsome boy, she thinks, but he has grown into his features, looks more comfortable in his skin, less awkward, more mature, his hair a lot longer than ever before and he has blood on his clothes. for the first time in years she’s striken with the most profound feeling of worry towards him, towards her own son, the little boy she had raised with her own two hands and who had suffered so much at the hands of the world is that his blood? is he going to die? she grabs him by the arms and begins pulling him inside the house but he resists, whispering his last words to her. “im sorry, ‘ma.” (about this post.)

#geto x reader #very briefly but idk how else to tag this. im not putting this on the main tags and definitely not tagging this as meta #mother mention #geto angst