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My Moonshine - Geto x GN!Reader

Pairing : S2!Geto Suguru x Gender Neutral!Reader

Word count : 2 938 (= 7 Google Doc pages)

Warnings : Canon Divergence (of some sort), Mentions of dark thoughts, looming dread of death (just looming), angst/comfort

/!\ Spoilers for the end of the 1st part of JJK Season 2. Proceed at your own risk /!\

A.N : Okay... I know I post every new blood moon... But hey new fic ! Bear with me, I needed to comfort myself after seeing the Hidden Inventory/Premature Death Arc animated. I was dreading to see it animated because... Heartbreaking. Just as scared for Shibuya. Anyway definitely Canon divergence I'M HERE FOR IT OKAY.

Being a good exorcist was easy. Being a talented exorcist could come from two paths : birthright or hard work. You considered yourself a hard working one. The cursed technique bestowed upon you yielded terrifying consequences. But offered wonderful opportunities. Water. The element of life, creating and keeping alive. The spirits of Nature were and are to this day, the kindest beings of this world. So their wrath can be as burning as their love for their disciples.

And you started to wonder if you hadn’t offended someone. Hand on your right flank, your body, folded in a corner, was waiting for the curses to pass by you. Though, there seemed to be little chances of survival with the scent of your blood everywhere on the floor. This mission was supposed to be in, kill, out. One curse, one hour maximum to find it. Yet your life was flashing before your eyes, a gentle sob needing to spill out. Time couldn’t rob you like that. Not now.

The celestial body was dead, Haibara-kun too and Nanami quit to be “normal”. All your friends fell through repetitive depressive episodes; Shoko started drinking atop of her smoking habit, Gojo though more mature was now endangering students, fighting more and more with Geto, whom blamed himself for the death of Riko and Haibara. Geto… Your moonshine. With his man bun. His stupid wit. His ease. When everything was going to hell, you would both bitch about Gojo together, pass out on the common room’s couch in eased silence, dance on new tracks with Shoko by your side. He always had bad days, but they were becoming more and more violent. And all these rituals were less and less vibrant. He never fell asleep; he hummed, no more wits; stared with an empty look at that wall while listening to new tracks. Honestly ? You were so used to grieving that cheering people up became a reflex.

Cry at night, smile to people to shine. Be their light.

You knew it was bad for you. But your heart couldn’t bare to see others endure what you had.

Be the balm you didn’t have back then.

Another hard truth ? Your mind was cracking. Only two years had gone by. Your pain drowning you slowly, week by week. No one was cheering up. You were feeling useless. Just like this instant. Curled up in a ball, life draining slowly. Exhausted from your first insomnias these past few days. Surprised on a dangerous mission. Why did the higher-ups send you alone on this ? Did they see how useless you were becoming as you aged ? No… Why would they…

Low growls neared your corner. Rusted furniture was protecting you for now. Maybe their ironish smell would fool them. Or did they fool you ? No wish of yours had ever been so strong than the one clouding your mind right now.

Heat Wave. A fan. A white ceiling with bamboo planks. Shorts and tank tops. An opened couch and pillows. Suguru softly breathing next to you, his phone battery dead, one earbud in, the other out, a bit of saliva running out of his mouth. The window bay opened, the one facing the fresh forest, the gentle stream passing through the pond tinking. Stars in a clear sky, accompanied by the moon.

Why did you get the exact opposite ? And the sounds you wished to hear again…

“Thank you, Droplet. My heart is indebted to your generous one.” His index boops your nose, you giggle. “ Please, call on me if you need anything. I…” He pauses, serious, before gently tugging the handle of your lollipop to mess with you. “You and Shoko are the only ones keeping me sane these days.” Your hand grabs his to try to free the handle, as you both giggle. “Stay bright, little light.”

Well, if you didn’t turn into a vengeful spirit after all of these thoughts… Anything else your brain wants you to regret before you die ? A summer festival memory ! Sounds like a good way to wrap it up.

A Rainbow of traditional clothing. You loved yours. Geto had brought you to his favourite secret store of traditional clothing, where you found THE outfit for the festival. Smiles everywhere. Smells of food. Fireworks. Hugs. Songs. The fresh air of midnight. Your moonshine seeing you shivering. After a quick inquiry, his arms draped over your shoulders, covering you with his large black sleeves, as his chin rests at the top your head. That giant bastard did warm you up, but so did your cheeks and heart. You wondered how you could get him to do that more often.

You had found out a few weeks later, while discussing with Utahime on the phone. Mortified described your state extremely well. None of you were ready to be in any kind of relationship. Your souls were vividly scarred by all the recent events. Broken can’t fix the broken. A couple is the union of two people, who know their personal value and want to add the other’s to theirs because they love it. It is an addition, not a completion to the hole in their heart. Geto had been a friend for so long now, that these sayings didn’t stop your thoughts about the possibility. He knew how to be an entire person without anyone, even if it hurt him at times; he could choose his addition without a worry. But what about you, still fighting against your people pleasing habits, oblivious to yourself worth ?

The snarls of the curse were right next to you. It had stopped, sensing your presence, searching. Its head turned left, towards your spot then right. It sniffed carefully around the abandoned building. The air was mossy, rancid, dusty. Your blood could blend with the rust. Your breaths were short, eyes tightly closed. The curse was constituted partly of water. You could trace its movement, anticipating your probable death. Speaking of which, you decide to make peace with it all. Step by step. In your mind, three different versions of you appeared : a child, a teenager, a young adult.

You cherished our alone time and hobbies all while being a busy exorcist. We are soo badass !

I kept that part of myself. Thank you, little light.

You weren’t a scared teenager anymore. You fought, saved people, protected the one you love. Our mind and our heart cooperate without bitterness now. That’s one hell of an accomplishment.

I’m proud of myself. Thank you, we’re saved.

We both know what we want now, don’t we ? You have been blind on purpose because you were scared.

Of what ?

Appearing cold when mourning. Too cheery on a daily basis, while everyone was sad. To equal your seniors. To admit you finally fell in love.

…

It’s not because they didn’t cheer up every day that you failed. The important thing is that you stay true. He wants you by his side, so do you. We jump towards our death in every mission. Allow yourself some moonshine in this dreary life. A droplet can change everything. Survive.

You opened your eyes. The curse had turned its head back near the rusted furniture protecting you. Okay, it was big. But full of water. You control water. It could work, right ? Your wound wasn’t too bad for now. Your hand covered in blood would argue, but it couldn’t speak, so fuck it. Drawing a deep breath in, your legs sprung you out of your hiding spot. The curse screamed, extending its hands to you. Its mouth wide open, you saw some saliva. Perfect.

Thank you, Droplet.

You screamed in return, letting some tears fall out of your eyes. You infused them with cursed energy, alongside your sweat. You would have preferred to use external water like a puddle but oh well. Even the moss would not have been enough. Tears and sweat are highly linked to emotions, making them potent catalytic fluids. You would tire quicker, but it was the best way to get out of here. Creating a string with a hook, you launched it inside the mouth. Got the connection.

First step : letting it swallow some more. Screaming some tears out, your cursed energy allowed you some strength. The string got longer, the curse swallowed.

Second step : deeper. The sheer need to resist the pull made you sweat some more. The thread became longer, the curse falling deeper into your trap. The map of its in and out was clear now.

Third step : Hook and tear apart. That could be trickier. Your strength had its limits, especially with a wound. Draining your own water… Everyone says it’s a dumb idea. But you know why you use it; last resort.

Your feet firmly planted on the ground, you pull. Shivers and tremors ran through you. One of your knees touched the ground. Your throat got drier by the second. But you screamed. Your heart wanted to make it out of here to spill it all out to your moonshine. Deep down, you knew that because you and Shoko were behind him, Geto stayed somewhat sane. That he didn’t jump off of an edge you could not have saved him from.

If you die, he might let go.

Hell no. Not on your watch. That moonshine would not disappear. Your tired arms pulled. Your cursed energy went up some more. It didn’t seem like enough. Wrapping the thread around your wrist, your now free second hand straightened in the direction of the curse. It was going to act like a magnet to the hook, to pierce through the curse. You loosened the thread a little. This was your riskiest manoeuvre : a few seconds of inattention and you’d be dead.

The curse wailed ; the hook was slowly coming out. But it started shaking left and right. Now you were fucked. Still, as hopeful as ever, you kept going. Your thoughts were on a loop, like a broken record.

I want more time. I want more time. I want more time. I want more time.

Something ran down your nose. On your right flank too. Blood, probably.

I need more time. I need more time. I need more time. I need more time.

A swift breeze blew behind your back. Opening your eyes, a giant white dragon flew through the opening your hook had created, tearing the last curse of your mission apart. Your thread and hook dematerialised. The tension of your body evaporated. Your muscles became jelly. The dragon came to you, sniffing you. A smile crossed your features. Someone called out your name, far, getting closer, next to your face. You couldn’t leave the dragon’s gaze, the happiness it brought you. A few words leave your mouth, before you blacked out head first on the fuzzy head in front of you.

“ I’m ok. ”

Shoko contemplated the night sky. She had never been into it. Until one fateful pyjama party involving you and your random knowledge. It soothed her now. A puff of smoke ascended towards it. The state you came back in was not too bad, you were mainly exhausted. Your wound healed up without a problem. She could recognize the signs of insomnias on your body; paler skin, darker under-eyes, shallow breaths. Your undying resolve to cheer was fading.

Did you think of Death, good friend ?

Another puff of smoke flew up. Maybe Shoko should stop smoking. Go on your little mental health walks with you. Cry with you. Grieve together. A cold breeze blew her hair away. For tonight though, she’d leave you to your peace. She giggled tenderly. What a surprise you’d have waking up. Smashing the butt of her cigarette into a pot, her arms snuggled her white blouse closer around her turtleneck. She often wished to have a Geto of her own.

“I won’t let you freeze, Droplet.”

Those are the last words you thought you would hear waking up. Your nose ran a little, your feet feeling the cold air of the room; as well as a pair of legs. Slowly emerging, your forehead noted the warm chest it rested against. A big hand was rubbing the back of your head. Your back shivered at the contrast between the air and the arm circling it, the hand politely resting on your side. Lips kissed the top of your hair.

“Please never do that again. That was so reckless of you. Did you really think we wouldn’t back you up ? Even if we were forbidden to do so ? ”

One of your hands, bunched up against your own chest, grabbed onto the black t-shirt in front of you. You had woken up a few times, mere seconds each, but every time you felt like shit. Your brain was letting your heart loose. You wanted to cry so bad. But exhaustion put you back to sleep just before you could. However now, you were fully awake and ready to burst. Your nostrils recognized the perfume next to you. He saved you, probably watched you bleed out without knowing if it was fatal or not, and stayed by your side for hours on end. A sob above you invaded your ear.

“We need… I want you by my side for all of this. I want to smile with you. Be a brat with you. I-”

Another sob. Tears dropped on your cheeks.

“Nap like we’re in a coma in summer. Hold you on a cold night of a festival. Hug when we’re sad for whatever reason.”

If he hadn’t noticed you yet, that would do it. A shaky breath escaped your mouth a little too loudly. You sniffed. The hand on your side twitched a bit, indicating Geto had in fact heard you, freezing in place.

“Are you ?...”

You buried your head in his neck, rounding his torso with your arms, crying. He probably had to fight Shoko to be able to lay in your infirmary bed like that. Instinctively, his arms held you tighter, leaving you some time; taking some time for him to cry too. Your hands grabbed the back of his shirt with urge, afraid to lose it.

“I want you too. I jumped out to save myself because I wanted to live please… don’t…”

Even though Geto was shaky, he loosened his grip to let you look at his face. Dark circles, wrinkles from the sheets and a small cut on his left cheek. His voice only shushed you gently, the hand on your side cupping the side of your face to rub his thumb on your temple. Your eyes met. He nodded to you, exhaling all the air in his lungs. You followed, warmed up by his attempt to help breath smoothly again. You synchronised, like every time you eased the other out of sadness. These breathing exercises had been transmitted by one of the spirits of the water you met long ago. A gentle puddle pushed by the wind. You were crying your eyes out in the forest, having seen another one of your friends die in a trial. The puddle worked with the wind to move in slow motions, allowing you to sync your breath with them.

One out for one, two, three, four ripples. One in for one, two, three, four ripples… Halt ! One ripple. Two ripples.

“Three ripples. Four ripples. Let loose, Droplet.”

The hand on your face moved back to your hair, caressing them.

“Are you feeling better ?”

With one last breath out, a small smile appeared on your features. Your body was warm from head to toe, happy to be alive, to have him so close.

“Thanks to you, Suguru.”

His eyes widened again, a slight blush covering his cheeks. The moments he could help you back were so rare. You thanked him every time. However you had just confessed to him. Fireworks went off in his brain, barely believing it. He was getting delirious after worrying so much at night, right ? Or was he dreaming ? A mental slap later, his heart screamed to be in the moment. So as sly as ever, he grinned after scoffing.

“Don’t mention it.”

You shook your head, amused. Hugging him again, you wondered if what you both said earlier was going to be talked about tonight. A light breeze made his arms hold you a little closer. He kissed one of your temples. Maybe you should have that conversation. Pushing it back wouldn’t be any good. The night was still young.

“So, heard you say you wanted me, little light ? Is that true ?”

You huffed a laugh at his casual tone, knowing full well that his heart was hammering against one of your ears.

“Yes. I believe it was an appropriate response to your lengthy love declaration. That you professed while you thought I SLEPT. That is so mean. Never hide your feelings like that with me, please ? ”

It was his turn to laugh. But no mockery laced his voice. Just a little bit of admiration. You had been on Death’s door. Yet here you were, scolding him with your entire heart.

“I promise, Droplet. Would you do the same ?”

Your head lifted to watch him. His face seemed so relaxed. Did all of this mean you could get infinite free hugs and that beautiful smile all day long ?

“I promise, Moonshine.”

Maybe the next few years aren’t going to be too bad.

#imagine #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen imagines #x reader #getou suguru x reader #geto suguru #geto x reader #suguru geto x reader #x gender neutral reader #jjk x reader #jjk season 2 #angst with a happy ending #hurt/comfort #geto suguru x reader

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i had three fic ideas.  wrote one.  i still have three fic ideas.  this is not how math is supposed to work.

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TV Executives: “if the strike goes on, you won’t get new episodes of your favorite shows! You won’t get new movies you were looking forward to! Isn’t that terrible, what the writers are doing to you?”

Me: Bitch, that might have been an effective threat in 2007, but we have since survived a Covid shutdown and discovered ways to amuse ourselves while we waited, we can outwait this shit, too. I got a pile of shows saved I haven’t even watched yet, and a Mt. TBR waiting for me.

Compensate (and respect) your writers for their work, assholes.

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*casually draping my arm around your shoulder and gesturing with my other hand*

Now hear me out, pal, what if– what if I think ALL culture, art and writing are important and worth preserving, regardless of who wrote it and whether or not they’re deemed marketable by the capitalist institution?

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IT’S NOT ‘PEEKED’ MY INTEREST

OR ‘PEAKED’

BUT PIQUED

‘PIQUED MY INTEREST’

THIS HAS BEEN A CAPSLOCK PSA

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When should you give up on your dreams of becoming a successful professional author?

And before you say hopeful and optimistic things like, "Never! Rage against the dying of the blah blah-", I can't live like that. I'm not some middle-class white person living in a first-world country. I need to support my family financially, I can't live off them. Also, I actually want to provide them with a good standard of living, which in my country is something that only the top 1% enjoy.

Honestly, only about 2% of authors make a living from their writing and a smaller fraction of that makes a good living. I'm an outlier, and a lucky one at that. I'd never tell someone to just plan to be a successful professional author. I'd tell them to get a job where they can feed themselves and their family and to write every day and to finish things and to get better. And to look forward, one day, to a day where they can lose that job and just write. (I was a journalist. That was my job.)

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I’m know I’m not the first person to say this, but any newbies on tumblr really need to understand how different this is from a lot of other social media. Particularly tiktok.

I just saw a creator on tiktok reminding followers that it’s actually a problem when someone goes back to the earliest post and watches all the posts chronologically, liking and commenting along the way. The stupid app recognizes it as spam or something and then kinda puts a halt on their account? Literally punishing people for positive engagement?? 🥴🤦‍♀️

I’ve already heard people saying years back how they don’t want to be “creepy” and go through a persons blog, liking and reblogging tons of stuff. But think how many more people are going to be worried about it now, thinking they might do actual damage! Most people, especially younger people, are so used to the way tiktok works now. So please, do not ever worry about this on here. Just remember-

You will never do any harm if you go on a like and reblog fest through someone’s tumblr blog! The only risk you’re taking is to make the blog owner weep for joy!! 😭🤣

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Hiiiii, saw you wrote for Saul silva and they're really good. Do you have any wattpad fic recommendations for Saul silva, it can be xOC or x reader. Thanks a lot

Well hello thank you ! I appreciate it :)

Unfortunately I don't really read anything on Wattpad anymore, but you can definetely find good stuff on Tumblr or AO3 (Archive of our Own).

I also haven't been hyped up with season 2, so I don't read anything regarding Saul anymore, sorry ! but def try to look on AO3, it has good stuff and a tag filtering system.

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“His first day was on location with Kylie Minogue, but all eyes, even Kylie’s, were on Bernard. He’d turned up with a suitcase full of props, just in case, including a rubber chicken. And what an actor. Oh, really though, what a wonderful actor. We once took him to the TV Choice Awards and sent him up on his own to collect the award, and the entire room stood up and cheered him. That’s a lovely memory. He’d phone up and say, ‘I’ve got an idea! What if I attack a Dalek with a paintball gun?!’ Okay, Bernard, in it went! He loved Gill with all his heart; he mentioned her in every conversation we ever had. A love story for the ages. I’m so lucky to have known him. Thanks for everything, my old soldier. A legend has left the world.”  — Russell T. Davies

BERNARD JOSEPH CRIBBINS, OBE (29th December 1928—28th July 2022)

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WARNING - Anxiety Vent

PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE NOT FEELING WELL THESE DAYS.

10/07, 11pm ->I wrote this a while back but with eveything happening around the world with women rights, I felt that vent just as hard as the original reason upon why I wrote it and I wanted to get it out of here.

If you read this, please imagine the person coming to confort the other as one of your confort characters or a person you have trust in.

Warnings : Mention of alcohol, distress, emotional pain, anxiety

A.N. : I needed to get this out of my chest, sorry. No imminent danger or anything, just a rather strong anxiety attack I guess.

It’s vague on purpose. I hope everyone who reads this is safe. And if not, best of luck. Stay strong.

*

Loud music disturbed the peace of the place. It wasn't happy dancing booming tunes. It was... Strikingly high notes of violins. Pure sadness. Melancholy. Despair. Striking anxiety. Maybe more ?

I hope you know we had everything

And you broke me and left these pieces

They approached the door to the space where every strong emotion was flooding. The closer they got, the more intense they felt everything. A broken voice sings the lyrics out loud.

I want you to hurt, like you hurt me today

I want you to lose, like I lose when I play...

They push the door. She's here. A liter big bottle of... an unknown alcohol. Tears on her cheeks, her top drenched, several tissues all over the room. Her hands trying to reach the sky as if it could save her from her hell. Her eyes empty of her usual happiness. Just pain. Fear. Despair. The alcohol was probably at fault. Or was it something else ? She whispered the last line.

What could have been

The bottle falls from her hand, empty. Her breathing is heavy. More tears. Her computer screen is on international news. What she heard about was not her country. No, it could not be. The usual joyous light laugh was now dry, leaning on insanity, only to transform back into sobs. She falls to her knees, hand on her mouth, screaming, her other arm around her stomach.

They run to her, horrified. Hugging her, trying to sooth her, their eyes catch the screen.

Having to choose the lesser evil for her home, again.

"We're all gonna die, aren't we ?"

#vent #anxiety

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Playlist Inspired Ficlet

Playlist - POV : Gojo Satoru , Nanami Kento And You Messed Up A Mission, Whole Chaos Fandom : Jujutsu Kaisen Pairing : Platonic Nanami x Gender!Neutral Reader x Gojo Words : 665 (short D’: This is actually inspired by an OC I’m building in my head)

Warnings : Blood and Injuries. I mean it’s a failing mission in JJK what do you expect ?

A.N. : DOUBLE POST !? Yeah I wanted to publish some fun for once. I’m actually really proud of this one lmao. I’ve mainly been inspired by the Bruno Mars part at 9:34 but it fits the rest ! Yes, I’m putting the main blame on Gojo. Listen I like him BUT GOOD GOD way too much energy in this white fluffy mountain. But he’s a good teach’. So he passes. ANYWAY ENJOY THE TINY CHOAS, WOOP.

To be fair, you knew it was gonna go down this way. How could it not ? The Gojo factor was way too volatile on missions. Reading the reports, you had wondered if the curse hadn’t been underestimated. Ah, how right were you. It scared you.

That curse was horrifying to say the least, and Gojo disappearing mid-fight without a reason hadn’t helped. AT ALL.

“You guys can handle it ! I know ! You make a great team. I’ll be back soon. ”

A wink and thumbs up later, that bastard had vanished.

So here you are, a small (okay no big) hole in your side. Cuddled up in Nanami’s arms with a tree branch to try and regenerate yourself, you giggle. Your poor co-worker is starting to run out of breath and the curse is catching up. Damn your nature-based technique, this situation looks ridiculous.

“Turn right.” You weakly whisper.

The blonde takes a sharp turn, almost losing balance. Did I mention the metal bar stuck in one of his shoulders ? Yeah, that’s not ideal. You guys do make a great team. Not against a Special grade curse unfortunately. You, a druidic like sorcerer, fighting in an abandoned warehouse in the industrial part of Tokyo, miles away from any sort of real flourishing greenery, holding onto weeds and the rare outside trees. Nanami and his 7:3 technique against a size changing target. Yeah.

The Grade 1 sorcerer ducked in a nearby closet. You pushed close the door with your foot. The curse screamed and started banging on the door. With the little strength you had left, you both pushed some furniture to block the entry. After doing so, you sat on the floor against the farthest wall of the room. Nanami cursed loudly. That made you laugh like a maniac. He side-eyed you, angry, only to realise you were probably going lightheaded from the quantity of blood you lost. Your hand and the withering branch were covering your wound. His eyes conveyed his worry. Not in the mood to tease him further, you showed him that the wound was now only a nasty gush, not a HOLE. A small grin on your face, you looked around. A bunch of weed and leaves covered the ground; a broken window roughly 6 feet above you. Too small to allow any of you out. You’re trapped.

Groaning, you straightened.

“Wanna take the bar out ? I can stop the bleeding with the weed. I think.

-No, save your strength.”

You rolled your eyes. The pile of rusted furniture was shaking.

“Dude, at least you could run away without risking the curse to catch you by the bar.”

He sighed, brows pinched. You wondered how much more Nanami was gonna be able to resist Gojo’s bullshit before REALLY snapping. His self-control seemed endless.

“Damn that motherf-”

A loud bang echoed, the constant shake of the furniture stopping. You raised an eyebrow. Checking on Nanami, you both got to your feet, a bit shaky. You picked up some leaves, ready to transform them into dangerous blades. A few steps later, a loud obnoxious laugh echoed.

“Phew, just in time. Come on guys, stop making out in the closet !”

Both of you rolled your eyes. Once you’re out, the first thing you did was throwing a hardened leaf at Gojo. Of course, he dodged it with a shitty grin.

“We have done it, good friends ! Mission Successful !”

“Successful !? Gojo, you blew our main energy storage, killed 10 people in the explosion and your two colleagues are on recovery leave for two weeks. IN SUMMER.”

Head Master Yaga was beyond upset, judging from the forehead vein popping out while scolding the manchild. You looked at Nanami, who was infinitely happy with the scene unfolding. Easy to tell with the slight smile on his face. He caught you staring. You winked, very pleased.

The pair of you did make a great team. Especially without Gojo.

#jujutsu kaisen imagines #nanami kento #gojo satoru #mention of yaga #jujutsu kaisen #platonic #nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #x gender neutral reader #playlist inspired #ficlet

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The reality of feeling - Sky x Fem!Reader - Pt.2

Pairing : Sky x Fem!MindFairy!Reader

Words : 1876

Warnings : Angst (Hurt but confort soon after), Swearing

-> Part 1  !

Request from @fatewinxsagalover : Hiii! I have a request could you do a sky x Female!reader( mind fairy)Reader where sky fell in love with her then ask her out. After when he found out that she can control mind he’s questioning if his love for her is real or she manipulated him. She also left Alfea cuz she was scared of what gonna happen to her and when the burn one attack the school she came back to help Can you make lot of angst and fluff at the end :) thank you

A.N : PART TWOO BABAY ! Again, and I think i will forever be so sorry this took so long. I caught Coronavirus during a two day long shoot at work while on my periods (aka very little immune system), then had to complete two entire concept files in a month, which took a lot of my creative hours out of me. AND THEN HEAT CAME ON AND STUFF UGH. But it’s here ! I just want to say that if you are a teenager struggling at the moment with feelings and emotions, I’m rooting for you. It sucks but you’re still here and it’s amazing. Proud of you :) I hope you’ll enjoy this part 2. It concludes my 1st TUMBLR Request Ask of my entire life. Thanks for the prompts everyone :3

PROOFREAD (if my eyes didn’t skip a beat lol)

The promise of September was a lie. No signs of her.

The hope of October was shattering.

Halloween passed with no fun on the horizon, but a ghost coming back to Alfea, as the Burned Ones were reappearing.

In order to make her come back quietly, Head Mistress Farah had decided to not make a fuss in front of the entire school as (Y/N) (Y/L/N) walked Alfea’s grounds again.

“Are you feeling better, young lady ?

-Much, yes. This time away has been resourceful. Not as much as I hoped. But two months was a good start.”

Farah smiles, patting her shoulder. Silva, retreated in the back of the office, waits to see if one question comes up.

“Professor Silva… the girl turns to him, is Sky okay ?”

To that, the poor man sighs, remembering his discussion with the boy.

“He managed. But talk to him. Unanswered questions are no good. Expect a bit of a fight.”

She nods before looking down.

“Sometimes I wonder how we manage to keep all of them on track.”

Farah seeped her cup of tea, looking through her office window. Silva beside her, they both observed as Sky crossed (Y/N) in the grass. They stopped, looked at each other, glued in place.

“Because we’ve been there ? Though I don’t think we know what these two feel like. Truly.” 

The girl fiddled with her hands, trying her best not to break eye contact. Her heart was pounding out of her chest. She had trained so much for this moment, not realising that seeing him again would trigger guilt. Sky was dumbfounded, wondering if ghosts could, in fact, be real out of the Halloween period.

“Hey.” was all she could manage.

And that brought him back crashing down to reality. She was real, she was here. Her first words for months to him. A lot of things boiled inside his heart, burning up his brain. The pain, the sadness, the anger, but also a smidge of relief she was alright.

"Where have you been ?" was all he could think of, hurt as he was.

Somewhat encouraged that he still wanted to talk to her, she took a step closer, nervously looking up to Farah's office window.

"Can we talk somewhere else ? By the river ?"

He sighed, before nodding. She seemed so nervous, maybe breaking down now wasn't the best ? But the breakdown would be due. They moved to the river. Farah and Silva sighed.

“Let’s hope it goes down well.”

The more Sky walked, the more the anger grew. A deep hurt punctured his heart. His eyes detailed her, wondering how he should approach this. He had all the rights to be angry, right ? A few students looked at them quizzically as they passed by. The coverage of the trees nearby the water offered them privacy. (Y/N) turned to Sky, fidgety.

“Should we… Maybe we should sit.”

The boy nodded and followed her moves, standing a few feet away from each other. A long silence stretched, a few heavy breaths falling. The girl had prepared for this. However, now that she was in the moment, she realised that what her mother had told her was mortifyingly true.

No one is ever ready for this kind of conversations. Not even adults. We’re still scared shitless.

Scared of what, Mom ?

Losing.

(Y/N) was terrified she would lose Sky forever after this.

“Did I ever truly love you ?”

The boy’s hand played with the grass under him, head low. The silence had left a chance for his brain to turn to dark corners. Acting impulsively, his emotions took the best of him. But my, it is normal for a teenager to happen right ?

You might not be as nice as you wish at first, my boy. But your heart is in the right place. You are hurt. It’s okay. Just try to remember she went through a hard time too.

That question left the poor girl speechless.

“What… What is that supposed to mean ?

-Oh please. I know you can control minds.

-No Sky, that’s not what I meant.”

He looked at her, unfazed on the outside, standing on the edges of the dark abyss of his doubts in his mind. She seemed hurt and confused.

“Do you really think I mind control to… love me ?”

The boy sniffed, wiping his nose. (Y/N) was flabbergasted.

“Why ?

-How not ?!”

The dam broke.

“You kept so much from me. The nature of your powers, damn it ! I discovered it because Stella pushed you to do it in front of me !”

They both got up, pushed by their respective angers.

“Why do you think I hid it ?!

-I don’t know ! That’s the problem. And two days later, without any message or anything from you, I learn, through Silva, that you’re on time out for the rest of summer ?!”

Sky rubbed his face, trying to prevent the tears. (Y/N) felt something boil in her blood.

“You don’t know what it’s like !

-Yeah well you never told me, so of course I can’t ! God, (Y/N), you said absolutely nothing for 2 MONTHS !”

She sobbed. Looking back, she indeed fucked up. The boy’s heart broke at the sight. Her mind remembered every step of the way. He had all the rights to be mad.

“I’m so sorry. For everything but I…”

Another sob broke free of her lungs. Her fear of losing him had messed with her mind, poisoning the roots of the relationship from the start. She knew this question of control would pop up if she gave all her secrets to him. It was what pushed her to never date anyone prior to that. How could she make it right ? They were at the cross-roads now. Depending on how she would handle this, everything could go either south or perfectly. (Y/N) took a deep breath in.

“I swear I never controlled you.

-And how can I make sure of that ?”

She nodded, trying her best to suppress her sobs. Sky knew he was being merciless, but knowing her, if he didn’t push her a little, she would lose her train of thoughts. She sniffed.

“Is there any point in our relationship that you feel like you're missing in your memories ? ”

Tricky question. Sky thought. (Y/N) took the opportunity to blow her nose, helping her focus on the matter at hand instead of sniffling. She drank some water out of her bottle. He stared at her, quizzically.

“Why ?”

She cleared her throat. He was a trustful boy. Telling him it all wouldn’t hurt. It took her all summer to realise this simple fact. The reason why she broke her “no dating” promise. She still loved him very much.

“Okay so, when I mind control someone for a short period of time, less than an hour, they feel like they're watching every action through a cathodic TV. When it’s a day or two, I tried it once with a willing friend, they told me that they felt like dreaming. Blurry vision, bits and pieces missing. Like a few seconds. So from the day or two experience, I deduced that If I was to control someone for extended periods of time, they would lose huge chunks of important memories. Farah told me that the lost memories would mostly come from when I’m around the controlled mind, since the intensity of my power would be at its peak.”

It was the first time she talked so fervently and openly about her powers. Taken aback at first, Sky felt his heart swell at the fact that she trusted him for that. It never really seemed like it before they non officially parted. Why did she never confide in him ? His face softened, looking away, which eased (Y/N). 

“I mean… Apart from the lack of sleep, I don’t feel like it happened.”

Courage overrode her brain.

“I would never do that. Ever. I know how risky this power is. With my impulsivity, it’s even worse.”

(Y/N) came a little closer to him; enough for him to sense her presence, but far enough to not invade his space. Was he believing her, truly ?

“I fucked up, at these words he looked into her eyes, I should’ve texted you. I’m sorry.”

She took a moment to break eye contact. His eyes conveyed his hurt, but less; her explanations clearing the fog between them. 

“Sky. The reason why I fell for you is simple : you effortlessly make me feel at ease. I’ve always felt so anxious at school because of my power. My parents kept on monitoring me and making sure I understood that taking advantage of that power would lead me to failure. Yet here you come, with your kindness and honesty, and you rock my world. You rock my world to stability.”

The boy teared up, looking away again. He was not ready for that confession. The back of his hand wiped his nose. He should have fought for more answers; why couldn’t he ?

“(Y/N)...

-I don’t want to lose you, Sky. But I don’t want to hurt you again.”

His eyes met hers. Maybe that’s why; her honesty. The last walls of her heart were falling. For him.

“I will understand if you don’t… want me back as your girlfriend right now. I don’t mind being friends with you. Especially with the comeback of the Burned Ones.”

He chuckled, nervous at that mention.

“You heard about it.”

She nodded, followed by him. A small silence settled. (Y/N) fiddled with her clothes, eyes down. This went down better than expected. Maybe they did it right. That didn’t stop the strong need to hug each other and just lay here in the grass. Not letting things go easily, but still needing to show he cared, Sky hugged her. Surprised, she left her arms dangling for a few seconds, before slowly snaking them around his torso. They took in the scent of each other, the heat of their bodies softly irradiating, the softness of the hold they had on each other. The boy put his chin on her head, staring off in the void.

“Promise you will tell me everything. No more secrets.”

(Y/N) exhaled, her hands clasping his shirt a little tighter.

“I promise.”

With that, his lips graced the crown of her head with a gentle peck, before pulling away slightly. It is true that teenagers have a tendency to act on impulse; carried along by their feelings. However with a bit of kindness and some knowledge, they learn boundaries and how to embrace each other's flaws. Because all they want is to understand the world, their loved ones and themselves; no stranger to making amends, perhaps even the ones that are more suited to do so. We think that they need to get it all out raw, but the fall out of such actions can lead to traumatising event.

Teenagers are kind if you don’t hurt them. They want to know what everything is like; to be better than all the adults they know on their treatments of feelings. That’s the reality of their feelings.

#fate the winx saga #sky x fem!reader #fate sky #sky x reader #angst #x reader #request #imagine

[librarianandguardian]

A train thought - Nanami Kento short (x GN!Reader)

Pairing : Nanami Kento x GN!Reader

Words : 434

Warnings : None

A.N. : My brain runs a million miles per hours on train travel times. I got a JJK brainrot. This is born. I’m happy. (I hope it’s not OCC). Second part of my last request coming soon ! Take care :D

The train's speed blurred the forest foliage. The passengers were swinging from left to right on the unstable trails. Nanami and (Y/L/N) rode in a silent wagon. Dipping his newspaper just a bit, he observed his coworker. Their arms crossed on the indoor edge of the window. Their features were stretched by a small smile, their eyes lost somewhere far. Sitting opposite to them, he took in how relaxed they seemed no matter how absurd their position was; hunched, one leg crossed above the other dangling over the edge of the seat. There was no sun to bask their skin this day; just a thick layer of dull blue puffy clouds. One thing apparent, even with speed, was the howling wind scorching the narrow valley. A storm brewing perhaps ? Anyhow, they looked at peace like he had rarely seen.

Last time it happened, they had laid in grass, surrounded by flowers in the Japanese school garden. Nanami was next to them, slowly realising what they meant by truly feeling nature. They had guided him through the process. Thank God, Gojo didn't hear about it. At night, he had never felt so relaxed in his life. Ever since, he deeply wished to experience it again, but everything went in the way. Maybe on this business trip ?

He liked his colleague a lot. He wouldn't say in a romantic manner yet, but he could be lying to himself. They seemed perfectly balanced between energetic, soft and composed. Not too annoying like Gojo; just enough of Yuji's compassion; and not as stiff as him. If they weren't both sorcerers, he might have considered marrying them.

Who was he kidding, he would have married them.

A soft sigh escaped their lips. They lightly scratched their nose on their arm (a habit showing their contempt). Then, their head dipped further inside their elbow. Nanami felt his throat tighten. Had their current life in Tokyo taken such a toll on them ? They looked paler than last week, eye bags starting to turn blue. Their muscles twitched a bit, while trying to relax.

"Happy to be home ?"

A little chuckle later, they made him blush.

"Happy to show you the wonders of my home."

Here goes a looping of his heart. Funny choice of words, he thought.

"What makes them so different from the ones back in Tokyo ?"

They giggled, turning their eyes to him. Half of their face was hidden in their arms, covering the blush blooming from their next answer.

"Because you'll see them through my eyes. And we both love when that happens."

#jujtsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen imagines #nanami kento #nanami kento x gender neutral reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami x gender neutral reader #nanami x reader #gojo saturo #itadori yuji #one-shot

[librarianandguardian]

The reality of feeling - SkyxFem!Reader - Pt. 1

Pairing : Sky x Fem!MindFairy!Reader

Words : 1036

Warnings : Angst, Swearing, brief mention of possible drowning, OOC Stella (Very mean and b*tchy. Sorry to her fans)

Request from @fatewinxsagalover : Hiii! I have a request could you do a sky x Female!reader( mind fairy)Reader where sky fell in love with her then ask her out. After when he found out that she can control mind he’s questioning if his love for her is real or she manipulated him. She also left Alfea cuz she was scared of what gonna happen to her and when the burn one attack the school she came back to help Can you make lot of angst and fluff at the end :) thank you

A.N : I’m so sorry this took so long. I’ve been overwhelmed by my new work and what’s been happening around in France. I change this a lot through my writing sessions, but I think I’ve settle onto something satisfying. I would like to remind you of one little thing : if you are in a relationship with someone, communication is very important. Sometimes it’s hard for several reasons (not wanting to hurt, scared of being judged...) to deal with some subjects, but keeping stuff under the carpet is only gonna make things worse. Talk around to your friends or family first if you need, but never let a situation get ouf of hand. And if it does, learn from that mistake. YOU are just as important as your partner.

Most times, it feels like adults forget how strongly young people feel. How confusing it can get for them. The turmoil can be so intense that it leads to regrets, unspoken fears or feelings. The world is harsh, but youth is harsher.

It wasn’t meant to go down this way. She should’ve had control. He loved her. As forever as young love allows. It should’ve been fun, stupid love quarrels between friends, boys and food; and then graduation. He never should’ve known. But anger got the best of her, like it always did at some point.

Sky knew (Y/N) was a mind fairy, the specificity of it still unknown however. The subject seemed touchy for the girl, always shying away from it. 

“It’s just… It’s hard to control. But when I’m with you, I’m okay. I know everything will be fine.”

As the smart young man he was, he figured pushing her to talk couldn’t do any good. As long as it wasn’t dangerous, nothing was to be feared. Fairies’ powers were hell during teenagehood. Strong violent emotions take over many minds, leading to regretful accidents. Needless to say, having Sky as a boyfriend could be a bit of a challenge. Not that he was hard to be around; heavens no, he was the sweetest. He tried his best. However, the girls around always trying to flirt…

(Y/N) only doubted herself when it came to powers. They appealed to her darkest ideas in her wildest fits of rage. With perseverance, she could become a wonderful fairy, never giving in dangerous ways. Her biggest fear lied in her conceivable failure to do so. But never her middle class background ashamed her. No need for money or fame, just hard work. She couldn’t care less about her social status. Sky was her safe haven, her pillar in the hardships of training. No, what pissed her off about the flirty girls was their constant need to bring her down. Especially Stella of Solaria.

Ew, cheap clothes. What is that on your face ? You’re not going to that party ? Ever did that ? No ? What a shame. How could you have though…

She could have taken it all. The princess seemed rather superficial, so why bother. What broke the dam was this one off-hand comment. Sky and her took some time off to walk around campus. Giggling, kissing and hugging, the birds sang high in the trees. They passed through the Specialist training field. The boy started a conversation with some of his friends, (Y/N) smiling, unsure of what else to do. To add to the tension, Stella was here, clanging onto a boy’s arm like a parasite. As you were about to bid your goodbyes, audacity flamed Stella’s mind up. If you looked deeper into her eyes, you could easily see the jealousy. Sky was rumored to be of royal blood, so why would he be with you ?

“I really don’t see what Sky loves about you. Unless you made him love you, you know with...”

The boy stopped dead in his tracks, ready to get back at her. (Y/N) tugged his sweater.

“Please, let’s just go.”

Sky sighed, death glaring at the blonde girl. He turned his back, while Stella laughed.

“I knew it. Who would want to date a fairy that can control minds, honestly. Much less a rumored prince. Looking for a fairytale, honey ?”

(Y/N) winced, angry. Her boyfriend had once again stopped walking, this time looking at her. A million questions raced in his mind, waiting for his lover to answer. She never did, fighting hard to not make a mistake. A long silence later, he let go of her hand. Her eyes shot up to his.

“Ah. And she never told you. Bad move. Controlled his mind by accident and got stuck with him ? You can’t tame your beasty instincts. You really think he’s helping you ? Aren’t you helping your…”

Last drop.

“You bitch. You shut the fuck up !”

(Y/N)’s eyes glowed purple as she took control of Stella. The girl was scared out of her mind. It had gone too far.

“Have you ever thought of closing it ? What a princess you do, insulting your subjects to drown your pitiful jealousy. Jump in the pond !”

Stella had gone too far. But was this petty revenge worth it ? Sky pondered the question many weeks until the end of the year. (Y/N) had been suspended right after the pond incident. None of them had the chance to talk. On top of that, (Y/N) wasn’t answering any of his texts. As the days rolled in, other doubts fogged his mind, leading him to sleepless nights. Did she really love him ? Why would she mind control him anyway ? On the last day of school, Silva came to him to check on the boy. His father figure sighed, embarrassed.

“Listen. Farah is negotiating for her to come back with Queen Luna.”

The boy snapped his head.

“But. (Y/N) will be taken care of this summer. She asked for it herself. No more contact with anyone from the school. Full disconnect from everything.”

Sky rubbed his face, looking down.

“Do you think she… You know.”

Silva thought for a second. Putting a hand on his shoulder, he leaned down to try and catch Sky’s eyes.

“I can’t answer that Sky. From my perspective, It looked real, took time to build. You guys are still teenagers. Take your time. Give her some. (Y/N) will gladly let you know if she did or not.

-If she ever comes back.”

The Specialist Headmaster tightened his grip on the shoulder.

“Farah thinks she will next year. First thing in september.”

Sky had not let his heart fully break after the incident. He knew (Y/N) had fits of rage. And he thought maybe if she didn’t talk to him about her powers, it was due to a fear of looking like a monster to him. But she wasn’t right ? Nothing made sense. As the last light of Alfea’s corridor turned off for the night, he cried himself to sleep.

He missed her. Or was he still under her spell ?

-> Part 2...

#fate the winx saga #sky x fem!reader #fate sky #sky x reader #x reader #imagine #request #angst

[librarianandguardian]

Hello, I just wanted to thank you for writing that Anduin request! I really enjoyed reading it and it's hard to find blogs that still write for WoW, so thank you very much! <3 It's really lovely

Hey no problem ! I'm glad you enjoyed it :3

I find it kinda sad that no one really writes for WoW anymore, but given how the game has evolved, along with the community, I understand the shift.

Like I said in the post, I might do another one after my 2nd Sky Request, and I also reallyyy want to write for Khadgar because... Khadgar lmao.

Anyway thank you and stay safe ;D

[librarianandguardian]

OKAY HEY THERE

So I’m a tad behind (March is already coming to an end omfg help where is time going).

BUT

I have the plot of the last request for the Sky x MindFairyReader lined out. Just need to write the thing now !

Also, I might publish a thing about Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)  soon ‘cause... I fell into the rabbit hole and got hit by a Nanami Kento brain rot area...

God the amount of drafts I have everywhere in this reality is... funny. It’s kinda funny actually. But I’m in utter despair too.

ANYWAY ENJOY SOON TO BE KING ANDUIN WRYNN ANGSTY TAVERN NIGHT

TOODLES (Is that the right spelling ?)