#fragile infinity

[i-spilled-my-soup]

i think grief feels worse in media when its mundane and casual and seeps and pools in the cracks on the pavement rather than when its this grand insurmountable tower of unearthly misery. like yeah you could drown in an ocean but a lake could do it too

#at least i think its harder to empathize with #if some media character #cough #is just getting trauma after trauma to make them super pity-able #but i feel like that can detach them from a consumer's percieved reality #in theory its commendable to overcome everything the world throws at you #but sometimes it looks like the only one who could is either a god or a stone #and i dont think humans empathize with either of those very well #if they did feel pain what position are we to help them? the fragile things we are #the only solution we can offer them is death #or some null infinity that mirrors our own #soup talk

[k00288049]

Isn't there an infinite beauty to everything temporary? Whether it is a bubble, a flower, a dance or life itself. I believe all these things are beautiful because they are temporary.

I put bubbles in the wonder box because their movement is very fast and short, yet in the box for a moment they are part of infinity.

#yayoi kusama #infinity mirror #shoe box #lights #bubbles #colour #stars #universe #temporary #beauty #fleetingness #fragility

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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#my brain is not very good at solidifying concepts so im just going rant a bit until i can made sense to myself #the conception and evolution of life is so fucking cazy. its a self assembling machine. building and building and building #without direction. traits flow like a river. branching. halting. repurposing parts for new adaptations #what we see now was not the goal. what u see is an assemblage of traits that avaided death #the creatures u see are not always reflective of their total evolutionary history. somtimes the organisms that survive originate from the #group of weirdos compared to their sister species. the freak survives to confuse paleontologists #paleontology has infinity elevated my appreciation for the study of animals and plants. ive never been very interested in either but the #way they change over time. the creeping of traits. animals are organic machines of flesh and blood. i cant not see them that way. ive been #watching dissection videos and the complexity. the way theyre structured. skin and muscle and viscera all working in perfect order until #theyre not. robust and impossibly fragile. and they came to be as they are by the tumble of genetics thru history. a record of which we #have below our feet. pressed flat. years and years and years. and all that started with a tiny assemblage of molecules that didnt even take #that long to manifest on this plant in the grand scheme of things. it seems impossible that life couldnt be common under the right #conditions. there's so much we'll never kno. we have a limited record but with what we have we can see so much #its just so... its so fucking profoundly interesting. leaning abt paleontology has profoundly changed how i see the world. im so fucking #glad i started listening to common decent bc its warmed my fingers just a tiny bit and i was so so cold. im still cold #im so tired. my brain is exhausting. i wish it understood that if i slept for more than like 4hrs i could focus better #bc i wanted to spend my weekend learning. not stuck in a fog making myself miserable. and yet i dont let myself sleep. i could if i tried #but my brain wont let me try. in my cells is a history of life for a single lineage. my Brain is so remarkablely complex that its capable #of self awareness. introspection. and the intentional inflation of pain upon itself and it's host body #robust but fragile. another aspect of life i find most interesting is where things start to break down. what are the limit? #at what point do things start to come unspooled? and why? what does that say about our history? #sometimes i have a thought thats very unproductive. we humans are destroying the planet. our actions will and have perpetuated vast amounts #of suffering and death. but at the same time life has crept around so much death and suffering. a world without us would continue to #proliferate. we cant kill literally everything. something will survive to stretch across the surface of rhe earth once we're gone. change #continuing. unproductive as i said but also somehow comforting. a nearly empty world filled with now useless information abd only things #tbat creep and crawl. or thats what i like to think. we could prob kill everything if we tried #complex brains capable of infinite destruction #unrelated

[saetoru]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩ FIRST KISS — GOJO SATORU.

contents. fluff + mutual pining if you squint, it’s literally just you being satoru’s first kiss <3, he’s just a loser boy beneath all his facades !!

it’s summer the first time you kiss satoru. his lips taste like the lingering sweetness of kikufuku. the cicadas are calling, and the sun finds every crevice of your skin to hug.

it’s hot outside—but you don’t mind the heat so much when it’s the fan of satoru’s breath against your skin. you can feel his hands tremble as they finds your hips. hesitant, you note as he pauses a moment before finally letting them rest against you.

“you’re eager, sweetheart,” he hums—because satoru, even dazed from the taste of you, is still persistently himself. large hands are gently cradling the curves of your waist—he’s warm there too, where he holds you and pulls you closer to his chest. he grins when you press a kiss to his jaw, rubbing circles into your hip with his thumb.

“it doesn’t feel like you’re kissing me while held at gunpoint either, gojo,” you roll your eyes. your hand cups his face, thumb tracing over the swell of his cheek gently.

gojo—his lips, rosy and just a bit swollen, pout at the use of his surname. surely, now that you’ve stolen the innocence of his lips, you can spare him a bit more than that. surely, the intimacy of his given name doesn’t outweigh the intimacy of exchanging breath.

satoru—he imagines the way the name would sound from you, carefully whispered like a secret. everything you do is careful, he’s noticed, everything about you is thoughtful and soft.

more than anything, you’re careful in the way you touch him. you’re delicate in the way you let yourself explore his skin, like he’s fragile and easy to hurt. like all he’s ever known is pain. it’s ironic—someone like satoru should know very little about pain, should never feel the devastating blows at its hands when infinity leaves more than enough room for him to remain untouched.

but you’re funny like that; take him by surprise as you carve out the slant of his cheekbone with your thumb slowly enough that you might almost think your touch is enough to slice the skin.

it’s nice, he thinks distantly, being handled with care is nice. it’s not something this world affords so easily.

“this your first kiss?” he asks shamelessly, throwing you that lopsided grin of his.

am i your first? is what he means to ask. what he wants to ask. what he aches to ask.

is he your first? or are you only his? has anyone else tasted the strawberry of your chapstick? was it a different flavor before it was ever strawberry? satoru hopes he’s the only one to ever explore the flavors your lips might come in—maybe you’ll try cherry next. he’d like that.

“it’s certainly your first kiss,” you giggle, thumb moving down to trace his bottom lip, “i can feel you trembling, y’know.”

not many people catch gojo satoru embarrassed—you do, though. that enough should make you feel like god, perhaps. who else is powerful enough to feel the strongest quake? who else feels the quivers of his hands and the uncertain hesitance under his touch?

no one but you—and you’d like to keep it that way.

his face flushes a little, against his control. even gojo satoru is not above the rush of blood rising to his cheeks, even he cannot stop the hue of color that paints across his face. he’s human, after all—and he deserves to be treated as such: with the fragility of being human.

“no it’s not,” he scoffs, “i’ve kissed plenty.”

“yeah?” you chuckle, admiring the rosiness of his flesh, “name one person.”

“i don’t recall anyone’s name,” he shrugs, hands still making sure to keep you painfully close. if you pull away, satoru thinks he might die—thinks he might never recover from the aftershocks of such devastation. “no one was ever worthwhile enough to remember.”

he’s too much sometimes—but never less than enough. you snort, huffing out a small laugh that rings in his ears and makes him gulp.

perfect—you sound and look and feel and taste perfect. gojo satoru is the strongest, but is he deserving of the one thing this earth has that’s devoid of flaws? he’s not so sure. but he can try to be worthy, and perhaps that’s enough.

“well, then tell me, gojo,” you murmur, gently slipping the bandages from his forehead to fall to his neck. he’s only recently left the sunglasses behind—you like him better this way. you can see the outline of his features better, even if you do miss his eyes.

“hm?” he quirks a brow, breath almost hitching when his eyes meet yours—since when have you looked at him like that? since when have your pupils housed so much affection for him? have you always done so, and he’s never noticed?

it would be a crime to not have noticed before this, he thinks, a cruel and terrible reality of missing every soft and affectionate gaze.

“will i be long forgotten after this kiss? or has this one finally caught your attention?”

there is no prior kiss to compare yours to—but there never needs to be one after, either. this is the best kiss he’ll ever have, the only kiss he wants to have. no one will ever feel like you, he’s sure of it. no one will ever make him feel what you do, and even infinity is something that cannot protect him from the risks.

but satoru is not scared, not of you—and never with you.

so he grins, tapping his chin in thought as he hums, “give me another, and i’ll decide.”

you scoff in disbelief—amused, if anything, before shaking your head. he can’t help the chuckle that escapes him.

“you never change, gojo,” you say fondly, “do you know that?”

“say satoru,” he says quietly. it’s almost a plead—it sounds like a plead.

you smile. it’s an innocent little thing, untouched by the cruelties of life—or maybe it has, and you still find a reason to stay pure. maybe it’s the latter, he realizes, maybe you’re just resilient enough to remain unwavering in the way you love so unapologetically.

“come here, satoru,” you whisper, gently pulling his face closer as you hold his cheeks.

desperately, he needs to taste his name rolling off your tongue—so he comes closer, bridging the gap and kissing you again. and again—and he can’t find it in him to stop.

the same day satoru has his first kiss, you call him by his first name. it’s summer. the flowers smell sweet as the cicadas call, and you put the sun’s heat to shame.

he’ll always stay warm wrapped in you.

tbh this was supposed to be y’all fucking for the first time but then it just turned into this. alas, we prevail

#teepods.writings #drabbles. #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #gojo x you #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk fluff #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen fluff

[777gojosgf]

MY LOVE IS MINE ALL MINE…

777GOJOSGF IS TYPING…

777gojosgf: gf!reader x hurt/tired!satorugojo

IN WHERE ::

satoru gojo comes home after a long day at work absolutely tired and bruised, seeking comfort in your arms.

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THE DOOR CLICKED SHUT and you could hear him taking off his shoes. it was another late night when you tried to stay awake to welcome your boyfriend home, but you were yet again unable to keep your eyes open.

he found you curled up on the couch with a blanket over you, but you had woken up by the sound of the door closing and you immediately rushed to his side. “hi, my love—“ you stopped in the middle of your sentence when you saw the unmistakable hurt expression on his face.

something was wrong.

your hands cautiously reached for his face, cupping it. he subconsciously leaned into your right hand, his eyes failing to meet yours and you were immediately able to figure out why. he didn’t want you to see him like this. as if he was weak, as if he had failed.

you said, "hey," in a gentle tone that made him feel calm and at ease. the terrible headache had begun as soon as he made his way to your shared apartment. he was unable to stop thinking about his late best friend's final moments as they continued to play back in his mind. this caused his thoughts to stray and consider the risk he was putting you in simply because you were his girlfriend. he feared he might end up being a burden for you.

“you’re alright now. are you willing to talk about it?” you had secretly hoped that he would agree to talk since you were so curious about what was going through his mind, though it wasn't a hard guess.

however, he mumbled a quiet no, and with that, you nodded courteously and took his hand in yours. guiding him to the bathroom where you pointed at the counter for him to sit. without a second thought, he obeyed your command and took a seat. the much taller and much more powerful man had suddenly seemed so fragile. so, tired.

you took out the first aid kit from one of the cabinets and set it down beside him. after opening the kit, you took out some patches and rubbing alcohol. his head was cocked to the side to reveal the cut as your hand gently made contact with his jaw. considering that he possessed the infinity technique, it was peculiar for him to return home hurt. and if not, he had the option of visiting shoko to receive healing without the need for any ordinary medical attention.

you had no idea that gojo's only desire was to be cared for and to feel your touch.

before applying the rubbing alcohol-soaked patch to his face, you gave him a heads-up saying "this might sting a little." gojo did not make any movement. rather, his hand reached for your hand that was set on his jaw.

once you finished stitching him up, you gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. he pouted at that and pointed to his lips, earning him a soft laugh from you. you took a step forward and delicately kissed him, your arms around his neck. you leaned backwards, your eyes finding his.

"how about you take a shower and we'll call it a night?" you propositioned, your head tilting to the side and a soft smile was displayed on your face.

"are you saying that i smell?"

your eyes widened at that and you jokingly slapped his arm. "no, you idiot. i'm saying that a shower will help you relax and then we'll go to sleep. i know you're not ready to tell me what happened, so we can just wait until tomorrow. you need some rest."

and in this exact moment, gojo realized that he didn't know what he did to deserve you.

he didn't have to pretend around you. he didn't have to put on the act of making silly jokes and pretending to be fine just because he was the strongest.

no. with you, he was 'toru.

your 'toru.

after his shower, you both found your way to your shared bed. he held you so close to him, but you didn't complain. you couldn't. it was the only way gojo was sure that nothing would happen to you once he closed his eyes, and even so, he still tried to look out for you with his senses.

"hey, y/n." satoru said, loud enough for you to hear but also to soothe you to sleep. "yes?"

"would you still love me if i was a frog and there was no way i could turn into a human?"

usually, you would've rolled your eyes at his silly nighttime questions and told him to go to sleep. but this time, you knew that he needed you to answer. because this wasn't just a silly question. no, he was indirectly asking you if you aren't tired of him.

"i would love you. and in every other universe, i would find my way to you and kiss you once more."

"i love you."

"i love you too. now, rest."

#anime #jjk #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu geto #jjk x reader #gojo x you #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #gojo saturo x reader #gojou satoru x y/n #gojo fluff #gojo imagine #jjk imagines #jjk drabbles #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen #angst with a happy ending #fluff #gojo satoru x you

[honourablejester]

I just want to dwell a little bit on the raw awe that the Webb telescope pictures evoke in me. We built a thing, we spent 20 years building a thing, and we flung it over a million kilometres away, and the thing we built takes … pictures of infinity. Pictures of 13 billion years in the past, pictures of the birth and death of stars, galaxies colliding, snapshots of other worlds. Lightyears of distance, aeons of time, glories almost beyond imagining.

This is a thing humanity can do. We can pool imagination, we can pool resources, we can devote decades of our lives, to building a camera that can photograph infinity. We can reach out, fling a piece of ourselves, our ingenuity, our dedication, our collaboration, our imagination, and create a lens so that we can see, we can touch …

There are people who say that pictures like this make them feel small, so tiny in comparison to the vastness that’s out there, but we touched that vastness. We took its picture. We put our palms on the panes of infinity. We flung a tiny tiny fragile machine, a collection of mirrors and motors and shields and fuel, out into the absolute vastness of space, more than a million kilometers distant, and took a picture of a dying star orbiting its partner two thousand lightyears away.

I mean, yes, we are tiny, we are incomprehensibly tiny, and so is everything we do and everything we build. But all that shows is that something so tiny can still do that. Can reach that far. Can witness that much.

We are incomprehensibly tiny and an incomprehensible miracle, that we can be so tiny in all this vastness, that everything we witness in these pictures aligned in such a way that we could form, and that in response, as tiny as we are, we can think and imagine and create on a scale that can … witness the universe right back. Touch it. Focus its light into an image of a billion, thirteen billion years ago. Share that image with a billion other minds.

We can see wonders. Absolute wonders. On a scale to beggar meaning. What more purpose do we need than that?

Sorry. Just. Sometimes science does something that just … wraps a whole fist around your heart and just goes … this is what wonder is. The wonder of the universe. And the wonder of us. This is what wonder feels like. This is what awe feels like.

This is what it feels like to be tiny. This is what it feels like to be infinite.

I love the stars so much.

#space #james webb telescope #humanity #science #wonder #these pictures make me feel SO MUCH

[cozymoko]

Hello! can I ask for yandere Muzan from demon slayer with a human s/o thats despises him and fights him at every point. (I hope it's not too strange)

YAN. MUZAN KIBUTSUJI WITH A S/O WHO DESPISES HIM.

Note: Nope, it's all good!

LINKS: KNY Masterlist!

WARNING(S): Yandere themes, toxic/abusive relationships, Muzan's insufferable god complex

You must be a masochist, there's no other plausible motive behind your disobedience. The punishment you must undergo is far too great for it to be a mere choice. Lucky for you, Muzan is more than willing to comply with your “sick” pleasures, though he's well aware of your true intentions.

Don't mistake his infatuation for softness or compassion at that, for this man is far beyond anything of the sort. Humans had been nothing more than a vital food source for him; they were weak and so very fragile. Thus falling for one was frankly not in his best interest. Unlucky Muzan.

It's sick, the way he loves you; it's hardly anything but a living nightmare you had prayed to be awaken from. You were not obligated to love him, yet your true feelings were encouraged to stay hidden. However your loyalty had to be guaranteed. Under his “protection” you were nothing more than a pet he kept by his side, so act the part.

Fighting him? Oh dear, have you lost your mind? This won't end well for you, surely you knew that much. You may have his heart in your clutches, but that doesn't mean he's opposed to roughing you up a bit. You'll heal with due time so why not?

The demon king isn't one to take disrespect from anyone, not even you. You may be near his level, but you are in no way on it. If it were towards the Upper Moons then perhaps he'd find it fairly amusing. You're bound to have some form of malevolence towards them for watching over you in his absence. But that's even better as it leaves MUZAN no real competition (not that he had any).

That evening was much like any other. Another failed escape attempt had troubled your mind with dismay, with desperation. Your arms made a home around you much like a cocoon, in hopes of shielding you from the coldness of your desolate home - The Infinity Castle.

Where you resided was in no way, feasible for the life of a human. Dust had begun to attack the deep lacerations of your skin, leaving nothing more than a bitter pain in its wake Muzan so graciously decided that food was no longer a necessity. However, after the first day, your hunger hadn't appeared to disturb vou too much. You knew he wouldn't let you starve, he didn't have the balls to.

No matter how much you kicked, screamed, or wept; each lashing felt like hell on your body. You swore it was worse than death. For a man who claimed he loved you so effortlessly, this didn't feel like love. You wanted out; to set foot outside this endless pit taking you under. You wanted him dead.

“{Name},” Oh my, it looks like he's returned! On you go, don't hide in this corner for too long. Kno wing you, I'll bet you'll be right back in here in no time! You put this upon yourself so I suggest you take today's punishment like a champ...

And trust me, dear. It will hurt.

#—🍁 #x reader #yandere x darling #yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere scenarios #muzan x reader #muzan headcanons #muzan kibutsuji x reader #yandere muzan #kny headcanons #kny imagines #yandere kimetsu no yaiba #yandere demon x reader #yandere demon slayer #demon slayer imagines #demon slayer headcanons

[xjulixred45x]

YANDERE!SatoSugu x Reader

This is mainly based on a post (of @appleblueberry-pie ), that was just complaining that there was rarely any Fluff material from Yandere Poly Gojo and Geto (and that they are mainly seen as bullies of their darling) and holy shit! Is right. So I applied the "if someone else doesn't do it, I'll do it!" I hope you enjoy it.

PART 2 OUT!!!

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: neutral/feminine

WARNINGS: SOFT YANDERE GETO SUGURU AND SOFT YANDERE GOJO SATORU, UNHEALTY MINDSET, OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOR, MANIPULATION, Gojo's god complex (minor), canon Divergent (Geto doesn't get corrupted...complelty), Gojo x Geto x reader, strange amount of domestic fluff towards the end. VERY LONG POST

okay.... you're screwed.

or well not so much.

What Satoru and Suguru have as a Yandere combo is that they balance each other in their worst aspects and end up being much more pleasant than if they were separated (this is more noticeable in the case of Gojo but let's talk about that).

Let's say they meet you at Jujustu High, a new classmate. which precisely stands out because of how innocent you seem, how good you are as a person.

clearly without having gone through the same traumas as most third years by the time you integrate.

You only entered to the Jujustu academy out of a desire to improve your growing skills and help people in the process. something very genuine.

So when they both become interested in you (cutie), they give each other that typical knowing look and proceed to plan how to approach you.

At first they just saw all this as an innocent Crush and in a way something new, welcome.

However, the more they watched you to know how to be close to you, the more they found out about you, the less innocent it seemed and their need to want to know everything was more... morbid to say the least.

Gojo is the first to say out loud his darkest thoughts about it, about how he wants to follow you all the time, to make sure you're safe of course! This world is so dangerous for someone so friendly, he says. They would eat you alive. he says.

However, Geto is the one who puts his feet on the ground, telling him that they must be patient, try to take you to them with caution and tenderness, since under that logic, they cannot tear you away from your world as if nothing had happened. No. you are fragile he says. in general more self-critical about these obsessive thoughts.

Gojo is bad at saying no to Geto, so he reluctantly agrees.

and that was how you officially meet them.

seeing them as pleasant companions who seemed to have a normal attraction towards you. They weren't very subtle, but they weren't as persistent as they would otherwise be(Japon, y'know)

apart from the fact that they make you feel strangely...safe in some way. Having the two strongest students on your side, helping you at every step, made you feel protected by something superior (which was not entirely a lie) and above all as if you were part of that. Like when a young lion joins the pride, that's how you feel.

at first.

because the feelings of simple companionship were slowly evolving through certain gestures, whether it was that they accompanied you home, gave you some compliment on your appearance or when You change something, or because of some lesson learned, no matter what it was, everything together left you quite stunned, but in the good sense!

Besides, they are very good friends! You can vent to them about anything, tell them about ideas you have about future techniques that you want to try (they volunteer, mainly Satoru because of the Infinity theme), if you have any problems with money or something like that, they will give you a hand(Even if You don't ask for it!), etc.

The more they get to know you, the harder they fall, and the more they do, the stronger the obsession becomes.

it can not be helped! Now that they are sure that you are even more perfect than they thought, they cannot risk ruining everything, they must follow the plan little by little in small steps..

If someone tries to bully you, don't worry! either Gojo or Geto (or both) will have a "talk" with that person and 1- they won't even dare to look at you after that or 2- you won't even know what happened to them.

If you ask either of them, they'll just tell you that "he must have left due to lack of talent" or something like that. although the way they speak somberly says otherwise.

although if a comment like this especially stuck, they won't tolerate it, they won't let you think badly of yourself, they will try to cheer you up, either by doing exercises that they know you're good at to show their point or simply going to clear your head by riding a bike.

We could say that in general terms, they do not want you to lose that innocence and purity that characterizes you above all else, you are above that. They don't want to see that shine disappear, God forbid that you ever lose the faith that keeps you standing. You are too precious for this.

I'm assuming you wouldn't have any love interest, because otherwise... you'll most likely have to deal with his recent disappearance or him suddenly walking away from you.

Simultaneously, they themselves became bolder with their advances. giving more direct compliments, or pick up lines, having more trusting physical contact with you (hugs, having an arm around your shoulders, kisses on your cheeks, etc.).

It was a slow process that left you wondering, when the hell did this happen?

but at the same time you noticed several things out of place.

For example, you no longer hung out with anyone but them, NOT EVEN Shoko or anyone, just them. and it's not like you have a chance to be alone to do it, going to the park? Satoru happened to be there, are you staying late at Jujutsu High? Geto finds you because he coincidentally had to clean that room.

Of course, you can talk to them through text messages or calls, but at the same time you have the feeling that it is not worth highlighting these facts, since it would make you look like a paranoid crazy person, right?

If you mention it to either of them (or both of them), Gojo would probably play it off as a joke and brush it off, saying that they are just coincidences and that you shouldn't worry about such trivial things. Geto is more understanding and understands why you might be suspicious, but he reassures you that they would NEVER do anything to harm you and above all, what's wrong with spending time together? They like you, you like them, so what's the problem?

By now, your relationship with them becomes a kind of unofficial romance, somewhat odd, but pleasant. I mean, they are quite cuddly and make sure you don't hurt a hair on your missions, you even get back in touch with some friends now that you seem to accept them.

everything seems perfect.

but then Riko happens.

and Geto and Gojo almost lost it

and you can easily see how bad it affected their mental health. They became more paranoid, less joking, more serious about work.

and Mimiko and Nanako also passed by, although they were some fresh air in comparison (along with a certain Megumi), but you noticed that Geto and Gojo's behavior towards you changed again.

One day, they came to your house, they told you that you had to come with them, it sounded serious and because of the problems they had recently, you didn't have the heart to say no.

They went to Gojo's house, just to talk about what had happened the last few months, both of them in a way opened up to you, saying how much they were now worried that you were going to die because of some enemy that they couldn't handle, that something could happen. tear you away from them, they couldn't handle it.

The though of lost You forever

Or that you could run away...

All of this wasn't a lie, not at all, they feel that way, but Geto and Gojo left several things out, all with the intention of not scaring you so much, but in all the whirlwind of emotions, they let out several terrifying things.

and honestly it's kind of creepy.

but at the same time you realize the situation you are in. alone with the two of them. in the Gojo clan house. probably with Megumi and the twins sleeping peacefully somewhere. with both waiting to see what your next action is in this regard.

and you honestly don't know what to do. I say, these are the strongest Jujutsu sorcerers, even if you are strong, what chance do you have of going against them?

And more importantly.....would it be that bad? In part they are right (or you think they are), the world of Jujustu is ruthless. Who says that eventually you won't see all your companions die? Wouldn't it be better to leave it in favor of a more peaceful life with... them?

You weigh the pros and cons, and you just give up. much to the delight of Gojo and Geto. which is when their tendencies that you suspected come to light more. which in a way only reaffirms your decision (how bad would it have been if you had decided to refuse....).

They're both pretty clingy, but they have some traits that, like I said, contrast each other's negative points and make them a good Yandere combo to have.

Gojo, for example, is a fairly insensitive yandere on his own, or that although he cares about your feelings, he is bad at identifying them, here comes Geto, who helps him be more empathetic with the situation and above all be more patient with you.

e.g. When you first came to "move" with them, if it had been Gojo, the process would have been much faster, but thanks to Geto it was more "pleasant" and he got to know you much better to understand your standards and fit into them. This Yandere Gojo understands better that you are A PERSON unlike the, so to speak, "Canon Yandere Gojo".

Geto is nicer, but he is obsessive and a little delusional when you are already with both of them, something that does not happen with Gojo (at least at the beginning), although he is more in tune with your emotions than Gojo, sometimes he is not in tune with certain needs as a result of your context.

For example, at first he doesn't quite understand why you should inform your family that you are "moving" with them, because in Geto's eyes, they are your family. but Gojo (surprisingly) is the voice of reason and tries to explain your behavior with the fact that you don't want your family to worry, nothing more(translation: You don't want to leave them)

Since the two of them are in this together, they tend to use a certain Good Cop/Bad Cop dynamic, but more like the Indulgent Yandere and Overprotective Yandere type of dynamic. You can't completely blame them after what happened to them with Riko.

Needless to say, you're not a Sorcerer anymore. but at the same time you have a much more powerful position than before, I mean, you are the fiancee of The Strongest's, Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo. You are safe from any target that the big fish may try, for the peace of mind of both of them(and kinda you)

and in a way, it's nice. Mimiko and Nanako keep you company constantly, asking you to play with them, tell them stories, do their hair, etc. quite domestic moments that you feel you've been missing somehow.

Megumi passes by from time to time too, but he is more distant, you understand, but he is a polite boy, apart from if Gojo or Geto are not there (which is strange) he will ask you for help to understand some writing or task, even techniques, well you will have left your career in half, but you're still useful.

If you try to leave without permission, there would be no consequence as such, you would not even be very far from the state until Gojo or Geto (mainly Geto) intercept you. Geto usually takes this as an opportunity to walk together around the state and hear you tell him about your day. Gojo would simply take it as some kind of game, as if you had played hide and seek and he had "found" you.

They are jealous, but their jealousy is not born from a lack of trust in you, ever, but rather a lack of trust in others. You are never to blame for anything.

They have definitely killed those who have tried anything with you after they have you. They just never do it in front of you. although you can assume it when only one of them goes to sleep early with you and the other arrives in the early morning while you listen to the shower tap.

Neither of them like (and in fact, hate), the idea of hurting you, physically or mentally, as I said before, they are much more patient together than apart, so they are willing to wait for you and for you to completely open up to them again.

which leads to time passing, you accepting your situation and Even findind a balance between You and them(which is somehow healty), however falling into a great depression. do not misunderstand! You love your husbands, however it has been a long, long time since you have seen anything but the Gojo State ground and four walls and it is quite depressing.

Obviously they notice this change in attitude, and they are not happy, yes, they want you to be safe, but above all they want you to be happy with them, so, again, they put together a little plan.

One day you see them strangely smiling, while they simply accompany you in your daily activities, at meals, and at some point they convince you to go to sleep earlier than usual. Why? The only response you get at the time is a "secret🤫" sign.

You go to sleep, but in the middle of the morning (it still seems like night) you feel them tenderly waking you up, you know it's them, but you have no idea what they are planning in the middle of the night. Geto and Gojo carry you to either of their cars and leave the state, much to your surprise.

When you ask them where they are going, they simply respond in unison "wherever you want" and you are... shocked, but you can see that it's not a joke. and a very warm feeling blooms again.

They were out most of the morning, going to the places that were open (which being Japan, there were not a few), cute cafes, McDonald's (Gojo's fault), going crazy around in the car, floating with Gojo's infinity or in the Geto's rainbow dragons--

buying slushies at a 7/11 (Geto can't stand the cold much, but he overcomes it for you, Gojo laughs at the expression in his face when he freeze his brain), watching a movie, and before you know it, the sun is already rising.

They stay and watch for a while, while they just talk nonsense or something like that, you're just absorbing all of this while you can, as if this will never happen again.

Geto and Gojo look at you in silence, enjoying seeing the shine in your eyes again, but simultaneously doubt arises in both of them: how are they going to tell you to return home now that you are so happy? and honestly they didn't think much about what to do after this...

but suddenly Geto says that they could make this a monthly thing, since it really was something fun, and that it would be a shame not to repeat it.

Gojo (still somewhat surprised by the improvisation) agrees, Socercer's life is hard, he needs at least once a month to spend it with his two favorite people, right?

You know they're serious when they look at you smiling, and you nod vigorously (you're so shocked by this new but welcome change that you can't even speak).

That's how it is decided, shortly after you fall asleep again, Gojo carries you to the car.Geto and Gojo look at each other, touched by your sleeping figure.

They know they made the right choice. like you.

Shares, reglogs, and comments are very welcome!

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[phantom-scrybe]

I remember back in the day when people would do the math thinking way too hard about DSMP's disaster of a timeline and be like "tommy was literally eight when the war happened" when he was clearly playing a character that was his age.

but the eggs really are so young in canon. they're like. ten. at most. if we want to be reasonable and not say "they're literally three months old."

and just thinking about chayanne. being ten years old. he and tallulah had to get a chair to hang up the crown for the techno memorial.

he's so young and fragile but he's trying so hard. he's ready for war at any moment. he's his uncle's nephew through and through, but the Blade had an infinity to become what he was. chayanne is trying to be an ancient blood god at ten years old.

and I think q!phil realizes this. or at least realized it. Back before the codes started really getting bad, in the peaceful times, when they were just vibing on an island and the worst thing that could happen to an egg was Random Act of Slimecicle, he and Wil both tried to keep Chayanne and Talullah from becoming warriors.

And if we're operating on the principle that DSMP is like. kinda canon. like canon when the angst calls for it. phil and wil know what happens to children who have to see war. children who reach for a sword when they wake up in the morning. children who know how to strap on armor before they can tie their shoes.

and they didn't want that. quesadilla island was supposed to be a fresh start. was supposed to be safe. was supposed to be nothing like the smoking crater Wil once ruled.

but Philza is the angel of death and carnage follows Wilbur like a shadow.

The eggs never had a chance.

Chayanne could have never been a normal child.

There is too much history, too much weight on his young shoulders.

He is the heir to the Blood God, and he is ten years old.

#phil and wil just wanted their kids to grow up in peace #peace they never had. #qsmp #qsmp wilbur #qsmp philza #qsmp chayanne #qsmp talullah #wilbur #philza #talullah #chayanne #technoblade #quackity #long post #angst post #dsmp #tommyinnit

[mikobeautifulheart]

As requested part 2 of 4 or 5??

JJK MEN Pretending to be your boyfriend/saving you form creeps.

INCLUDING: Gojo and Geto

TW: Cat calling and creeps. Okay so I did ues swear words and you getting sexualised ig?

Also unedited. Quantity > Quality

°Gojo°

You guys were coming back from a mission. You didn't even know what you were sent if they already sent Gojo but when you looked at his face you could see his eyes blood shot. Even on the mission Gojo was at his breaking point. Killing everything regardless of damage or repercussions. It was lole he was going to go insane.

When the mission was done you two were going to walk to the nearest hotel Ichi had set a booking in for you. It was dark already and the bars opened up. And people were already stumbling out drunk.

You were walking next to Gojo with your skin covered in goose bumps. Gojo must have noticed because he wrapped his arm around your waist. Your shoulderd visibleie untensed. It kept getting darker and the street lights turned on. Only a few miles away from the hotel when.

"LITTLE WOMANNNN" A man yelled behind you. You ignored it thinking it could have been someone else on the totally empty street.

"WAIT FOR MEEEEE" He yelled. You turned your head seeing he was stumbling after you.

You kept walking of blighting your lip hoping that it would blow over with Gojo to.

"Fuckin' bitch." He mumbled

"I bet your jUST A PROSTITUTE ANY WAY." He yelled near the end making you wince.

Immediately your side felt cold as Gojo has seemingly disappeared.

"Look, buddy, we tried to ignor you because your drunk, but now you have to apologise."

"Your just her client there's no reason for my to apologise when its true."

Spatter of blood on the side walk and 2 teeth.

"I'm not jer client prick. I'm her boyfriend. And she's not a prostitute so you have no chance."

You thought the man's jaw was broken as he fell to the pavement. Noted. Never insult you or get beaten by Gojo.

He turned his head and looked at you.

"You alright" He said as he slowly started to walk back to you.

You ran to him throwing your arms around him. No infinity, just a tierd Gojo.

"Thank you" you said on the edge of treears. Something about Gojo standing up for you made you feel so welcomed into this life, that there was something to love.

"I meant it. I mean if you want. But I really do want to be your boyfriend" He said now red.

"I want that to" you said in his chest as he patted your back.

♧Geto♧

It was the afternoon when you called Geto to met you at a Cafe, but not for anything good. You knew Geto was the only one who wasn't on a mission at the moment. You had been getting disturbing messages all afternoon while you were in the Cafe. All of them taken by someone inside. You didn't want the to follow you home, if they did, and you didn't want to walk alone.

When Geto got there he saw you inside staring at you phone wide eyed. He walked in and sat across from you making you flinch and pull your eyes away from you phone. Looking up at him. You looked mortified as you tried to give him a gentle smile.

"Whats wrong" He said genuinely concerned. Hes never seen you loke this, your usually so brave and courageous but when it came to people you were so fragile.

You slid the phone over the tabe. Geto sensed something was wrong. He looked down seeing all the images and some weird messages before scrolling higher and higher.

"How long" He said bluntly

"It started last week but it was just text's... now that it's photos..." You mubled lowering your head.

Immediately Geto gets up and gose over to the counter. You grabbed your phone and followed him quickly. Before you could even ask Geto punched the cahsire in the face.

"Leave my girlfriend alone" He said.

"SUGURU" you said shocked at his sudden actions.

"Hes the creep that's been taking g photos of you. Look his phone is right here." Geto picked it up and to no surprise revealed the camera still open.

You looked mortified at the creep holding his cheek on the floor.

"Come on let's go" Geto said cold grabbing your hand and walking out the Cafe with you.

"Thank...you Suguru. I appreciate it."

He leaned down gave you a peck on you cheek making you flush red. He let out a chuckle at your face.

THANK YOU FOR READING ♡

AUTHOURS NOTE: Next one has Nanami and Sukuna in it so that will be later today. Imma have a break for a while so hope u enjoyed this.

EDIT: Here's the link to part 3. I ended up doing Nanami and Toji firstttt

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[lumibuns-blog]

Haii me again >-< I just finished that first date story with gojo and it gave me a huge idea that I wanna request. How would it be to be dating Gojo (both Teen him and Older) and how would missions or the daily life be like, you can add things also if you wanna idm. Btw have an awesome day!!!

Gahh tysm for requestingg this is ADORABLE

everyday headcannons with Gojo <3

(Look at this goob)

Does NOT understand personal space

There's just no concept of that in his mind

He is glued to your hip, people joke that to find Gojo they should just look for you and he'll be one step behind

Constantly has those lanky arms draped around you whether your in an important meeting or just walking around Tokyo he's got an arm around your shoulder

He honestly prefers that to holding hands because he feels like he can protect you better

This goes without saying but infinity is always off around you, it doesn't matter how many times you tell him it's dangerous he won't listen

Constantly staring down ANYONE in your vicinity, like looking into their souls.

He's gotta make sure you're safe 😌

Biggest ego but the most fragile heart

If he hears someone say something like "why's that guy wearing a mask?" Or something little like that

He WILL be moping around so hard all day until you give a compliment to cheer him up

"Y/nnnnnn do you think I'm ugly"

"No of course not I wouldn't be dating you if I thought that now would I 'toru?"

"YAAAY"

And just like that he's back to normal

Going on missions with him is just something else because he will not let you do anything

He knows you can handle yourself but he's THE Gojo Satouru he has to show off a bit

Carries you around while obliterating curses like it's nothing

When you have to go on missions alone he is so so so so so worried, he begged the higher ups to let him go with you but they needed him to do something more important

A task which he competes as quickly and destructively as possible just so he can rush to where you are to make sure your safe

You two also constantly text eachother on missions to make sure you're safe

Gojo will text you in middle of exorcising a curse

Like he will be about to crush them, then he'll feel the buzz from his phone and pause EVERYTHING to text you back

The curse would be like "bro aren't you fighting me?!"

"Shhhh hold on bae texted"

Also constantly brags to his students about you and they are not interested but he keeps on going

I love this silly silly man😍🫶

#gojo is such a silly billy #i want to smooch him #he is so slay #jjk #jjk x reader #gojo fanfic #gojo headcanons #gojo imagine #gojo saturo #gojou satoru x reader #gojo smut #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #gojo fluff #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo x you #jujutsu gojo #jjk x y/n #jjk imagines #jjk fanfic #jjk fluff #jjk x you #jjk x oc

[chiqelatasblog]

CHAPTER FOUR : Some of us are looking at the stars…

-> Ao3 link is here.

-> Chapter Three link is here.

Pairing : Sub-Zero / Bi-Han x Reader

Summary : After the assassination attempt failed on you, Bi-Han takes charge, surrounding you with guards at all times. While keeping a watchful eye, he discovers new aspects about you, stirring unfamiliar feelings within him. This discomfort, mingled with growing curiosity, shapes the evolving connection between you and him. In the midst of these shifts, a fragile yet meaningful bond emerges as you both share conversations about the past.

Author’s Note: Here’s the first bonding moments!

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“Her condition is stable, her life is no longer in danger,” assured the clan doctor. As Bi-Han listened, he tried to keep his strength, powered by his emotions, under control.

He couldn’t recall how he brought you here, but when he took you in his arms, it seemed like your last breath was imminent. The metallic smell of blood stains from coughing filled his nostrils, and the adrenaline-fueled pulse rang in his ears.

“But there is a situation that I think you should see, grandmaster,” the doctor added.

Bi-Han gave an angry breath and signaled for the doctor to open the door. The sliding door revealed you lying directly on the bed. Under the white cover pulled up to your neck, you looked pale, and it’s very evident that you had returned from the brink of death. The harsh reality of the danger you faced hit Bi-Han like a sledgehammer.

His hands clenched into fists on both sides. The fact that such a thing had happened in his own house, right under his nose, filled him with anger. He hadn’t felt this angry in a long time. This assassination attempt was also an insult to him and to his clan. When Tomas brought the one responsible, they’d better beg the gods for mercy because Bi-Han wouldn’t show any. The room seemed to vibrate with the intensity of his rage.

The doctor knelt down next to you, pulling down the cover a little to expose your neck. Bi-Han’s brows furrowed at the sight, and he approached as if to make sure he saw it right.

There was a long, thin, transverse scar on your neck, lighter than your skin color. Obviously an old scar, and although one hand was raised as if to touch the wound, he stopped himself at the last moment and retreated. Did you do this to yourself? You didn’t look like someone suicidal; he didn’t know anything about you or your past, but he recognized the confidence of a warrior in you.

Then someone tried to assassinate you. With this new knowledge, Bi-Han’s chest rose and fell with rage. Who, and why did they try this? Although he never knew you, the options could stretch to infinity. But one thing was sure, he was extrajudicial execution against you.

As Bi-Han silently observed the scar, the condescending question he had directed at you about a week ago echoed in his mind.

“You come from a noble family, how terrible can your nightmare be?’’

He took a deep breath and signaled the doctor to cover the scar. A strange feeling, like a heavy weight in his chest, overwhelmed him. Bi-Han didn’t know how to handle this emotion; his anger grew even stronger. As he walked away from the room, the words you spoke days ago echoed in his mind again, adding a new layer of complexity to his inner turmoil.

“Look, grandmaster, we all have our own demons. The fact that I come from a noble family does not change this fact.”

Bi-Han turned down the corridor without paying attention to the ice marks he left behind. Tomas appeared in front of him.

“Did you find them?’’ Bi-Han growled. Tomas nodded quickly in approval.

“Yes, this way.”

“Have you made inquiries?”

While Bi-Han was chasing after Tomas, he tried to ignore the pain sitting on his chest. Fortunately, the anger he felt was stronger and more dominant than the pain he couldn’t make sense of. It made it easier for him to ignore.

“No, I left that part to you.”

“Don’t tell me you left them alone,” Bi-Han said in an icy voice. Tomas kept his calm against the deadly intonation in his voice.

“Sektor is with her.”

When Tomas brought him to an empty room at the end of several corridors, which was small and had a sliding door like every other room, Bi-Han opened the door as if he had dismantled it and entered without waiting for him to open it.

With his sudden plunge inside, a middle-aged woman who had been on her knees jumped up on the spot with a start. Bi-Han remembered who the woman was, a woman named Xiao, medium height, short black hair, who had been working for the clan’s daily affairs since her mother was alive.

“Grandmaster,” the woman bowed her head with respect and a little fear. “I’m so sorry that something like this would happen—”

“Don’t you dare,” said Bi-Han. Throwing up all his anger and rage, he took a step towards the woman. “Don’t you dare try to make that plea to me. You almost killed her.”

“I swear to the elder gods, I didn’t know!” Although the woman did not raise her head from where she was bowing, Bi-Han could tell that she was crying from the trembling of her voice. “I just wanted to offer your wife some tea. She’s been sitting alone in the garden for a long time, it’s been pretty cold for these past few days, I thought it would do her good, that’s all.”

“Because of this, you’ve deconstructed the alliance between the two clans forever!”

“Grandmaster, please. Listen to me, I don’t know how I can convince myself to you, but as the elder gods are my witnesses, I never had any intention of poisoning your wife.”

Xiao lifted her head from where she was bowing and looked up with tears flowing softly. Although her gaze was filled with pure desperation, Bi-Han had already made up his mind. His will was immutable once he had made a decision, he was as tough as steel about it. Xiao must have caught the determination in his gaze, so her expression dissolved a little more, and accelerated the tears flowing from her eyes.

“I’ve known you since you were a little boy. Please, I have done nothing but serve the clan with respect for a very long time.”

“Until you poisoned (y/n).”

His tone held a firmness that rejected further explanation. It was cold and impenetrable. Sektor, sensing the escalating situation, retreated behind the woman and whispered in Bi-Han’s ear, audible only to him.

“If you kill her, we won’t find out who is behind this. She didn’t put the poison in the tea.”

“I know.” Bi-Han’s voice, unlike Sektor’s hushed tone, resonated for all to hear. “But you must have noticed, too, that she won’t tell us any more than that.”

“Bi-Han!” Kuai Liang entered with a booming voice, agitated eyes scanning between him, Sektor, Tomas, and the woman crying on her knees. “Is it true? (Y/n) was poisoned?”

Bi-Han’s eyes met Kuai Liang’s, showing how serious things were. His expression, usually composed, now held a hint of turmoil. The tension in the room thickened as the unspoken truth hung in the air. The woman cried quietly, and Tomas, standing back, looked worried and confused. It felt like a storm was about to hit, making the room full of tension.

“It remains a slight to say that she was poisoned,” Bi-Han asserted aggressively. “If I had intervened a little later, she would have died.”

“What?! And one of us did it, so is that it?” Kuai Liang’s gaze fixed on the woman. “Xiao? Is it true what I heard?”

“I just—I just wanted to offer tea. I had no other ulterior motives.”

Before Kuai Liang spoke again, his gaze locked on the bloodstains on him for a while. His eyes, mirroring the same icy intensity as Bi-Han’s, seemed to pierce through the room’s tension.

“Just last week, I promised (y/n) that she was safe here. Our word is an oath.” The disbelieving reproach in Kuai Liang’s voice intensified the atmosphere. Tomas observed the woman silently, his jaw slightly contracted, and his fists clenched. Your desperate flutterings would not leave his mind.

The cold air emanating from Bi-Han filled the room, causing the woman to cringe in fear where she was.

“(Y/n) is my wife. I consider everything that has been done to her as done to me. Whether you added the poison to the tea or not, you were part of this assassination attempt. You have dishonored our clan.”

“Grandmaster—”

Bi-Han silenced her by raising his hand.

“There’s only one way to clean this up,” Bi-Han’s gaze turned to Sektor. “Do what is necessary.”

Sektor nodded approval, and before she could say another word, he grabbed her by the arm and dragged her out of the room. Despite removing the woman, Bi-Han’s anger lingered. While this decision should have satisfied him, an inner voice whispered that he had done something wrong.

It felt absurd that he regretted the words he said to you. Why should he care about your feelings? After all, everything was just a formality.

“How is she?” Kuai Liang asked anxiously. His brother’s calm expression was clouded with worry, and a frown marked his forehead.

“She will live,” Bi-Han said simply. “The medics intervened, she needs to rest for a while to recover.”

“How will we find the real person or people behind this? They can use someone else like Xiao as a tool and harm (y/n) again.”

Tomas’s sensible words prompted Bi-Han to take a deep breath. Flexing his muscles to dispel the pain and stress climbing from his shoulders to his neck, he moved to leave the room, his brothers following.

“If this news reaches the Tengu—”

“It won’t reach,” Bi-Han harshly interrupted Tomas. “Today’s events were a message. There will be no news from here, even if a bird flies, it will be my news first. Arrange for someone to be by (y/n)’s side at all times; from now on, she won’t be walking around alone unprotected.”

“Frost is the best option I think,” Kuai Liang suggested. “She is one of the most talented ninjas in the clan. Moreover, because she is the same gender as (y/n), she may feel more comfortable around her.”

“Good. Besides, I want someone to taste the food from now on. I can’t afford to make the same mistake again. As for the assassin, they will not stop until they achieves their goal. We will wait for the moment when they reveals themselves, keep an eye on (y/n) during this time.”

***

You slept without a break for three days.

Bi-Han found himself in your room the other day, checking on you from time to time. The first time he did this, he was angry with himself and questioned what the hell he was doing, leaving the room as quickly as he entered, like a storm. Later, when he came to the door of the room unconsciously again, this time he said to himself that he had come just to see if you had regained consciousness, and instead of returning from the threshold, he had entered the room.

After a while, this became a routine in itself; he clashed with himself every time he came to you, but in the end, his curiosity to see how you were got the upper hand.

His visits were usually late at night, when no one was standing. During the daytime, sometimes one or both of his brothers came to visit to check on your condition. Frost, on the other hand, did not leave the entrance of the door to keep watch from early in the day until midnight.

During the three days he visited, each time he found you on your bed mumbling incomprehensible words and quietly fluttering. At first, he expected you to handle this situation on your own. After all, a nightmare couldn’t last forever, and a few words you could slip out might also make it easier for him to learn about your clan.

But as he didn’t understand what you were saying, it bothered him that you were struggling with your nightmares even when you should have been resting. What kind of place did you grow up in? What kind of childhood did you have? How did the scar on your throat come about? The unanswered questions lingered, deepening the mystery of your past and forming a connection that Bi-Han found himself unexpectedly invested in understanding.

As all the questions that he shouldn’t have thought about started to fill his mind, Bi-Han didn’t feel any discomfort about it for the first time. Also, realizing that he could calm you down with his voice was a detail he hadn’t expected. Normally, his voice was found deep and intimidating by everyone, and it could not be said that he was speaking kindly to you—only stating the facts. Despite all this, you were somehow finding solace in his presence.

You’re having one of your damn nightmares again,” Bi-Han remarked, his voice as quiet and calm as the night itself. Seated at a little distance, he observed the rapid rise and fall of your chest, the beads of sweat accumulating on your forehead like glistening dew, and the soft moans escaping as you turned your head from side to side. The moonlight cast a faint glow, outlining the contours of your troubled expression in the dimly lit room.

While your hands were tightly gripping the duvet above you, and the incomprehensible murmurs that were pouring out of your lips started to turn into small sobs, Bi-Han once again tried to calm you down by sighing.

“You’re having a nightmare, (y/n). Whatever you’re seeing or experiencing, you’re not there anymore. You’re here at Lin Kuei.”

As Bi-Han muttered the words, his eyes were turned to the exposed neck. Although it wasn’t very bright inside, his eyes had already memorized the location and shape of the scar. As his gaze narrowed, his voice hardened a little.

‘’You are safe, do you hear me? I know you can. It won’t happen again. So calm down now, there’s nothing to be afraid of.” His words, though firm, held a gentle promise, as if he were guarding you against the shadows that haunted your dreams. “(Y/n), you’re not alone.” It was unexpected for him to offer such reassurance, yet his instincts guided him in ways he hadn’t anticipated.

Even though he’s been doing this for days, he couldn’t help but be surprised that you had the same reaction again. While your sobs subsided, your breathing slowly adjusted, and your face softened. When you finally calmed down completely, your eyelids slowly opened, doing something that Bi-Han didn’t expect.

The room suddenly became quiet, and while you were trying to decipher what was going on, Bi-Han stood still, silently watching you like a hunter among the shadows. After looking at the ceiling for a while with a frown, your gaze directly found Bi-Han, as if you knew he was there all along.

As confusion painted your face, you gradually straightened up, supported by your arms, and gazed at him with wide-open eyes. The duvet fell to your lap as you shifted, and the cool air inside made you shiver slightly. Instinctively, one hand reached to touch your exposed neck, causing your eyes to widen even more, as if that were possible.

“There’s no need to hide it. I saw the scar.”

After swallowing loudly, as if you weren’t sure about what you had seen, you spoke in a voice as light as a feather, ’’Bi-Han?’’. Maybe it was the first time you called him by his name. Bi-Han felt a chill running down his neck, hearing his name uttered in such a naive tone for the first time.

When Bi-Han let out a little grunt that showed he heard you, you blinked your eyes once or twice and averted your gaze from him.

“How long have I been asleep?”

“For three days.”

“Three days?” You rubbed your shoulders, taking a deep breath. Your whole body must have been aching because you’ve been lying down for so long. “It’s been quite a lot.” When your gaze was turned on him again, Bi-Han involuntarily let his guard up. For some reason, he felt the need to defend himself against the next thing you were going to say.

“Why are you in my room?”

“How do you feel?” Bi-Han said, fudging the question instead of answering. It didn’t escape your attention that he didn’t answer, but you didn’t comment on it either.

“It’s like I’ve come back from the dead.”

“It should not be a situation that you have just experienced.”

Against the words pouring from his lips, an expression appeared on your tired face that he could not read. You looked almost dull, your gaze was hard and distant. As an uncomfortable silence fell over the room, Bi-Han couldn’t understand why he felt the need to say these words.

“If your visit is over, please leave my room.”

Your voice matched his in its icy tone. He could understand your reaction; he had touched on a sensitive topic he shouldn’t discuss. Nevertheless, despite being aware of his misstep, he offered no apology, nor did he dwell on the matter. Having just returned from the brink of death, your nightmares denied you proper rest, so gathering strength was your priority. Rising from his seat, just before exiting the room, he glanced over his shoulder at you and made the statement he should have uttered the moment you woke up.

“I took care of the person who poisoned you.”

Interrupting between his words, you asked, “Did you kill her?” When Bi-Han continued his speech instead of providing a direct answer, the response lingered in the air, shrouded in ambiguity.

“From now on, nothing like this will ever happen to you again. I have assigned one of my most talented ninjas to be your bodyguard, accompanying you at all times. Moreover, there will always be someone checking your food before you eat.”

“I don’t need protection,” you asserted, the stubborn lift of your chin becoming a detail that simultaneously intrigued and irked Bi-Han. “I can take care of myself.”

“The real person behind this has not been caught yet. Therefore, until we find the traitor who plotted this, you will be under protection.”

“Do you think someone from your clan did this?”

“Very likely,” Bi-Han said in an honest voice. “But you can be sure that this situation will not happen again.”

***

A few more days have passed since the events that happened. You were slowly starting to regain your strength and come to your senses. Bi-Han never visited you again after you opened your eyes, but his eyes found you easily, regardless of where you were and the time.

It seemed to have become a habit for him. Involuntarily glancing around wherever he was, his eyes were checking to see if you were nearby, and he couldn’t stop himself from doing so. It must have been due to the fact that he was constantly on guard so that such an event would not happen again; he could not find another plausible explanation for this situation.

On the other hand, he actually didn’t even need to do this. Since he spoke to Kuai Liang, Frost had become a second shadow for you, following you everywhere. He could easily see from your body language that both of you were uncomfortable with this situation, but you had no choice but to put up with it. During meals and training sessions, Frost’s absence was filled by his brothers, sometimes even Cyrax or Sektor.

Quickening his steps, he walked out of the indoor training field. It was already past midnight, and after everyone had dispersed, he liked to work with training dummies until he was drenched in sweat on his own.

Taking a deep breath in the cold night air, he briskly traversed the stony road, adorned with a delicate layer of snow. Typically cold, his body now radiated warmth and sweat from hours of tireless work; carefully gathered hair loosened, nearly freeing itself from its bun. As it cascaded over his forehead, revealing the nape of his neck, Bi-Han, displeased with the unruly locks, swept them back with one hand.

Feeling the urgency for a cleansing, he hastened towards the hot springs, the need to relieve his strained body after a day of intense labor. Nearing the heart of the garden, a figure caught his attention, standing a little distance away from the winter garden enclosed by full-length glass windows.

You had a cover on you, likely a blanket, and were sitting on one of the benches in the garden, knees drawn up to your stomach, looking up at the sky. Under the blanket pulled up to your face, you looked like a little girl, completely unaware of his presence and vulnerable.

Approaching, Bi-Han wondered how you came out alone at this time of night. As he came close, you looked at him curiously over your shoulder, wide-eyed with surprise at his unexpected presence. A silence hung between you for a few heartbeats before Bi-Han broke it.

‘’How did you get here by yourself? Where are the guards?’’

“They are where you ordered them to stand, in front of my door.’’ You said simply. Your voice remained clear and calm. ‘’The answer to the other question is, I left from the balcony. The floors were quite close to each other.’’

Bi-Han’s eyebrows furrowed, displeased with what he heard. Although he intended to speak, you explained before him.

‘’Let me explain myself before you begin to get angry. I’ve never had a chance to be on my own since I woke up. To be honest, I felt lonely when I came here at first, but now I feel like I’m almost drowning under the attention. I needed some space to breathe, that’s all.’’

‘’There is no way you could have left without announcing yourself to them; they are master ninjas.’’ Said Bi-Han, less harsh than he had intended. You turned to face him, a side of your lips curling into a small smile.

‘’I trained with my brothers for a while. There are a few moves I know too, grandmaster. Don’t look down on me.’’

Bi-Han raised an eyebrow in disbelief. Crossing his arms, he asked, giving in to curiosity.

‘’What were you doing until I came?’’

‘‘I’ was looking at the stars.’’ You said it, as if expressing the simplest truth in the world. ‘’Since there is a lot of lighting around the temple, it doesn’t look clear from the balcony, so I went down to the garden.’’

A mocking smile appeared on Bi-Han’s lips.

‘‘How old are you? You should have left such childish behavior behind by now.’’

Your expression showed offense for a moment. Bi-Han, not knowing how long you had been sitting in the garden, noticed the flush on your nose and cheeks. He couldn’t understand why you were sitting in this cold to look at the sky. Although he couldn’t feel the cold like others, he knew you wouldn’t sit outside in thin clothes and a piece of blanket for long. In his logic, there was no explanation for this.

Quickly recovering, you rested your chin on your knees and turned your gaze to the sky rather than him.

‘’There is a saying that my mother told me before she passed away, I remember it every time I look at the stars. It gives me strength to remember her in this way.’’

Bi-Han looked at the sky with his head slightly tilted back. Except for a few clusters of clouds, the weather was clear enough for him to pick out the stars in the black sky.

‘‘What is that saying?’’ he asked after a while.

“The people who should be alive are always with us, their presence enduring. For those who have left, there is nothing left for us to do.” You spoke these words with a soft, emotional timbre, each syllable carrying a weight of experience. ‘’When you feel unhappy, lonely, and hopeless, remember this saying: we are all living in the gutter, but some of us looking at the stars.”

Bi-Han’s heart stirred with a sweet pain he hadn’t expected. His gaze shifted from the stars back to you. His eyes, now wide with a mix of emotions, struggled to define the unnamed feeling within him.

‘’Oscar Wilde.’’ He said in one breath. ‘‘My mother liked to read his books too.’’

When you turned to look at Bi-Han, an expression of pure astonishment on your face, he saw you as a little girl with flushed skin, sparkling eyes, and messy hair. Almost cute, he couldn’t help but think.

‘’Really?’’ you asked. Your breath came out in smoke due to the cold air.

“Yes. When my mother was pregnant with me and later with Kuai Liang, she couldn’t move much. Pregnancy processes were usually difficult for her, so she spent most of her time reading books. She liked to tell her favorite stories and sayings from the books she read. If I’m not mistaken, she must still have books in her library. I can give you some of them to read if you want.’’

You blinked your eyes a few times, trying to process his offer of sharing books. As minutes passed, Bi-Han grew uncomfortable with the prolonged silence. Without waiting for you to answer, he turned, indicating the end of the conversation. As he started to walk back to the temple, you called out after him.

‘‘Bi-Han, wait! Thank you!’’

The rustling of a blanket indicated that you had hurriedly stood up. Pausing, Bi-Han slightly turned around, looking at you.

‘’I’m so sorry for your loss, I know how it feels.’’

As you shared sympathy, Bi-Han’s jaw subtly tightened, silently acknowledging the emotions your sincere words stirred. Your approach, different from his brothers’ usual company, felt a bit strange but not unwelcome.

Bi-Han waved a hand, signaling that the matter was closed. He didn’t wish to discuss it further; he was tired and sweaty, yearning to clean up and end the night.

‘’Come inside before you’ll catch any more cold. I don’t want you to fall into bed one more time.’’

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[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

gojo always seems to be off in a world of his own.

a little detached, you think. awkwardly long limbs constantly on the move, eyes stuck in a direction no one else can follow, a trajectory you don’t think even he knows. one blink and he's gone, just like that. too far ahead, too far above, even on the occasions he slows down and lets you catch up.

flimsy, maybe. like he’ll get carried away by the breeze when spring rolls around. like he’d turn into seafoam if you reached out and touched him.

satoru gojo is an anomaly, a blurry cluster of stars. or maybe more like a planet, big and blue, spinning around its own orbit, out of reach for every single star in the sky. 

high and mighty, cocky and cool. silly and bright. but there's a softness to him when he's alone, you’ve come to learn; something that almost seems fragile, under the light of the moon, when the dark sky casts a shadow to obscure the contours of his face and no one’s around to notice if his smile isn't as big as it should be.

no one except for you, anyhow.

(you wonder if your presence is really that inconsequential to him.)

the beach is entirely empty, save for you and gojo. and summer’s ending, burning into little cinders, sputtering out before your very eyes.

tokyo is just beginning to dip its toes into autumn, the frost and chill, the hiss of the biting wind. the rusting of leaves, contaminated by a muddy hue, turned orange and brown and red beneath your heavy feet; littering the murky, empty streets of the rainy towns you cross. smelling of rotten apples and cinnamon, old books and burning wood.

it’s dark out. painted a thick gray, the sky is blanketed by heavy clouds, the entire world hidden behind that coating of wool. not a single sliver of starlight slips through, but there's a comfort to it, that feeling of being cocooned — safe and warm. a feeling cruelly stripped away by the nipping of the wind at your bare skin, but you digress.

everything smells of saltwater. a little like rotten fish. every breath you exhale turns into a flurry of vapour, mingling with the breezy seasalt of the open air; scattering away into the thin layer of mist all around you, until you can’t tell which is which. 

and a sense of foreboding sinks into your veins.

(you look out at the jagged rocks piercing the surface of the sea, and dully wonder how they’d feel piercing your skin.)

something shivers, to your right. a flicker of movement, a barely audible chatter of teeth. and then, a white puff of vapour.

”man, it’s cold.”

gojo looks displeased. 

only vaguely, a little crease between his eyebrows as he stuffs his hands into the pockets of his puffy baseball jacket. moving his feet a little, to warm up, snowy tufts of white hair tousled by the ocean breeze. his shoes are muddied by the wet sand, but he doesn't seem to mind.  

a soft scoff leaves your lips, mostly harmless. maybe just a little smug. ”told you,” you click your tongue. 

gojo whines. his sunglasses are starting to fog up, you notice. ”it’s still summer!” he pouts. ”i thought the sea would be nice and breezy!”

an unimpressed look smooths over your features. gracing him with a raise of your brow, you don’t fully manage to bite back the soft smile that follows. don’t even really attempt to.

it’s been a long day. evidently not long enough for gojo, seeing as he dragged you down here — even though he knew it meant missing the train you were supposed to board after successfully finishing your mission. he just had to get a closer look at the sea. just for a moment or two. 

and he was insistent, persuasive. awfully whiny. assuring you that he’d be quick, that you wouldn’t miss the next one. 

(what made you agree was simply the thought of spending some more time with him. not like you could ever tell him that, though.)

so there you stand. two juveniles, shivering and shifting from foot to foot, on the brink of nightfall, the edge of summertime. watching the sea stretch out into infinity, across the gap between this world and the next. a murky blue. easy on the eyes.

the noise of the sea fills your ears; waves crashing into sand, the whistling of the wind, seagulls crying out in the distance. and faraway, the chatter of a rattling train. a cacophony of sounds, buzzing and crackling, melting together. scattered across the beach are countless tiny white seashells, and the occasional green glimmer of drift glass — mermaids’ tears, shed for lost sailors, or so you’ve heard.

you wonder if the mermaids ever shed tears for lost sorcerers. probably not.

a shiver runs through your body, down to your cold hands, the tips of your fingers. reddish and itching for warmth. you tuck them into your pockets with a breathless exhale, still shaking a little. 

in truth, you and gojo aren’t very close. you’d like to call him a friend, but it's kind of hard; when he's so enamored with suguru, so animated around shoko. with you, he always seems kind of —

stiff? 

or maybe more like bored.

he doesn't laugh as loudly, doesn’t act as cocky. doesn't flaunt his knowledge on sorcery, and isn't as clingy as he is with the other two.

(you've never liked people touching you. it's not hard for others to discern, with how you flinch away when they get close.

still, you can't help but feel a little jealous when you see him tugging suguru and shoko around.)

deep within your chest, like a stunted seaweed, sprouts a tiny pang of disappointment. it’d be nice if you could grow closer, you think. just a little would be fine. 

”i like the sea.”

you turn your head.

gojo looks a little lost in thought. gaze trained on that expanding ocean before you, those splotches of blue and gray, the waves that bruise the edge of the sand. forlorn, maybe.

a hum buzzes in your dry throat. ”do you?”

”mm.” little white breaths slip from his lips. you wonder if they’d taste as salty as the air. ”’ts nice.”

a silence stretches out before you. delicate, like a sheet of glass. gojo picks at a piece of lint on his sleeve, and you shift from foot to foot. then he closes his eyes — a flutter of his dewy eyelashes.

”kinda makes you feel like everything’s about to end, huh?”

you look at him, but don’t see anything. a single glimpse of his closed eyes is all you gain from the glance you cast his way, but it’s not enough. not enough blue to fall into, no expression to savour. he looks the same as always.

but you’ve never heard his voice sound like this before.

”… end?”

and with that, they flicker open. there it is, you think. that vibrant blue. only to be obscured once more, when he turns to you fully, a smile playing at his glossy lips. ”don’t think so?”

a second passes. you look forward.

what you see is as follows: waves upon waves upon waves. the same blue and gray, as far as the eye can see. a sea big enough to drown each and every one of your worries. 

something comes over you. a sensation of loneliness, something close to longing. a feeling of being rather lost. searching for something. your heart feels heavy, an anchor sunk to the bottom of your gut. little fish nipping at your ribcage.

your eyes trail over those jagged rocks, again. the mermaids’ tears, that all-consuming sea, right in front of you. like it could open its maw and devour the world.

you think of the lost sailors.

(one jump and it’s all over.)

a breath. salty on your tongue. ”… i guess i get it,” you whisper. a soft murmur, mingling with the mist. 

silence.

out of the corner of your eye, you see gojo shift. one moment he’s looking at you, the next he’s staring at the sea. in tandem, the two of you, stuck within that shade of blue. and you think he looks a little mesmerized, like he’s seeing something not even he can fully comprehend.

(maybe he just hasn’t had many chances to go to the beach before. something to do with being a clan kid, maybe?)

but then he clears his throat, hands moving to brush some sand off his puffy jacket and jeans. turning on his heel, hair ruffled by the breeze. he tries to sound chipper, but there’s something else there. you don’t know what it is, but…

”anyway,” he chirps. ”let’s go. we can still make it to the next train if we hurry.”

you look at him. his retreating figure, a head of white hair, surrounded by mist. a little like an apparition. then you turn towards the sea.

”… nah, that’s fine.”

a pause.

gojo stills, just about to take the first step forward. but you stay rooted in place; unmoving, staring at the blue before you, a deep longing reflected in your eyes. 

”let’s stay a little longer,” you hum, unsure of where the words came from. but you know you aren’t ready for the moment to end, just yet. that you aren’t quite ready for summer to pass.

…

all he does is stare, for a second or two. attempting to find some humour in your voice, you assume, any signs that you might just be joking. but he doesn’t find it. uncharacterstically silent, gojo stays frozen in place. 

then he puffs out a breath — amused. 

”you wanna freeze to death?” he grins, and you can hear it in his voice. you turn to face him, almost smiling. a little cheeky.

”you’ll warm me up, no?”

the words fall from your lips before you can think to reel them in. meant to sound a little snarky, you think, something akin to a chuckle — but instead come out sounding a little too much like an honest request. 

the tips of your ears feel a little warm, suddenly.

a sense of surprise smooths over the contours of gojo’s face, and his grin falters. you can’t see his eyes, can’t tell if they widen or not, but his lips part, and you note that they look soft. 

and it’s back. that grin. toothy, boyish. his cheeks are rosy, from the chill of the air, or so you assume. then he’s taking a couple strides forward, broaching the distance between you.

he throws an arm over your shoulder. a heavy weight against you, grounding, causing you to stumble. friendly, tugging you close. into his orbit.

(no infinity, you note. you can feel his body heat seeping through the fabric.)

it's nice. he's tall, and he's warm. cozy, protecting you from the bitter cold, like your own personal furnace. no wonder suguru never catches any colds, with someone like this draped over him all the time.

gojo speaks. there’s a sweetness to his voice, a mellow kind of contentment; bubbling up like seafoam, spilling from his glossy lips. you can feel his warm breath on your skin.

”well, duh.”

when your gaze falls on him, he's already looking at you. leaning closer, sunglasses slipping a little further down the bridge of his nose — enough to expose the blue of his eyes, the tiny splotches of white scattered across his aquamarine iris. like a cracked marble. or a summer sea.

he’s speaking again, and you almost don't hear it. distracted by those cracked marbles, the strawberry red of his cheeks, the warmth shared between you. the pitter patter of your heartbeat, like waves crashing against the sand. mesmerized. not daring to look away.

almost like you’d cease to exist, were he to close his eyes. like your existence hinges entirely on the blue of those irises.

(and maybe it does.)

he nods towards the sea, and grins. a mischievous glint in his eyes. ”wanna take a dip?” he asks, and you can’t tell if he’s joking or not. it makes you laugh, either way.

”do you want to freeze to death?” you raise a brow, exhaling amusedly. subtly angling your body closer to his, hoping he won’t notice.

gojo honest to god giggles, at that, and you fear your knees might give out beneath your weight. fuck, has he always had dimples? why are you only noticing them now? 

”hehe. i just think it'd be fun!” he chirps, still draped over you like an overgrown cat, and you almost find yourself saying yes. just to keep the summer from ending, keep him from being swept away by the breeze.

but summer is ending. slipping away, second by second, like two juveniles drowned by an ocean wave. never to be found. and in comes autumn, the smell of rotting apples, the crunch of sand beneath your feet; an arm over your shoulder, an intake of breath. the taste of nice, crispy air on your tongue. 

a chuckle flows from your lips. all you see before you is blue, a murky shade, a vibrant hue. you think you could drown in it. you’re not sure you’d mind.

”maybe next time,” you whisper.

gojo’s eyes widen. ever so slightly, barely enough to even notice, until they bloom — with a kind of bubbly excitement. unconcealed giddiness. there’s something awfully precious about it, like a child buying cotton candy at their first fair. it makes you want to tuck him into your pocket. keep him safe.

you like him, unfortunately. inevitably. you think you may even like him a lot, a little more than you should. a little more than he could reciprocate. 

satoru gojo. high and mighty, cocky and cool. silly and bright. a seaborne boy with his very own orbit, born to carry the weight of the world, spinning so close that you can almost delude yourself into thinking he feels the same. 

almost.

(gojo glances at your lips. he wonders if they’d taste as salty as the air.)

#melancholic fluff my beloved <33 #listened to replicant by yorushika on repeat while writing this ... its so unbelievably gojo coded #i dont write much for hs gojo but i think hes v fun to write when it comes to soft quiet moments like this !! #to me hes kinda like the class clown who mellows out a lot when hes with one single non-judgemental person ... hes a cutie :< #completely obsessed w the idea of reader being like Well . he probably doesnt like me very much #meanwhile gojo is literally standing there teeth gritted like ”dont kiss them dont kiss them dont kiss them” #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk #gojo satoru #jjk fluff #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #gojo angst

[lurkinglurkerwholurks]

As promised, links to my crossposted fics (at least as many as I could find), in chronological order.

Mother Bruce And His Baby Birds [multi-chapter]

Much That Once Was Is Lost [multi-chapter]

Nature and Nurture [multi-chapter]

The Robin Manual

Dry Drowning

Breathing

Battle Royal

It Wasn't Real (But We Were Happy) [multi-chapter] - apparently not crossposted??

I've Got a Lovely Bunch of Coconuts - not linked; each chapter is a new prompt, so it's too unwieldy

By the Sea, By the Beautiful Sea

Trapped

Little Thieves

Teenage Mutant Power Rangers

Choco Bombs

With a Chance

Single Dads Club [multi-chapter]

Safe House

A Walk Up the Road

He's Shorn We're Torn

Look for the Helpers

Stop! It's Fanon Time - not linked; each chapter is a new prompt, so it's too unwieldy

Jason's First Christmas

Precious Fragile Little Thing

Caring for His Boy

Carried

If the Sky Comes Falling Down (For You) [multi-chapter]

Kitten

Choose - Lose

No Lifeguard on Duty

Shoulder to Shoulder

Listening

O'er These Mountains I Would Fly

Wishes & Dreams

Blue Eyes and Moth Wings - did not crosspost

Sunrise

Why Should a Star, a Star Ever Be Afraid of the Dark - did not crosspost

You've Always Been the Sweetest Song

Even When the Words Went Wrong

Hello from the Other Side - did not crosspost

You Are the Sun and I—

My Head Is Stripped - apparently did not crosspost in full

Catch Me

In My Arms

Chicken Bones - previously posted under a different title

Bang

With a Whimper [multi-chapter]

The End of the World

Bloody Brilliant

Collapsing Star with Tunnel Vision

Busted

Mended

Take the Spade from My Hands

Hay Is for Horses

Hidden

A Child of the Manor

To See the Stars

Yes Ma'am

Steel Blues

Resonant Frequency

Sentinels - apparently did not crosspost in full

I'm Done With Having Dreams - apparently did not crosspost in full

Oh You Drain All the Fear From Me

Emergency Contact

The Return [multi-chapter]

What's a Penny Worth

Old Blood

Hello Fadduh

Pup

A Quick Pinch [multi-chapter]

Ghost [multi-chapter]

Can't Let Me Go

The Caretaker and the Night

The Cave

Last of a Dying Breed

Write Our Names in the Wet Concrete

Professional Distance

Mr. Wayne, We Have Your Son

Fix This

White Lights / Afterglow

Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Hood

And After the Storm

The End of Infinity (With You) [multi-chapter]

Sleepyhead

Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien

Ulcers

(S)kittish

Call From

Red to the Wrists

The Rain Again

Hey, Sister [multi-chapter]

May Tomorrow Never Come

It might be your wound, but they're my sutures

Hounded - did not crosspost in full

There's an Endless Road to Rediscover - did not crosspost in full

Nowhere Safer - did not crosspost in full

Satisfaction - did not crosspost in full

#fanfic #batfic #my fic #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #damian wayne #tim drake #cassandra cain #alfred pennyworth #clark kent #stephanie brown #fic recs

[happy74827]

All I Wanted Was You

[Thor Odinson x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Thor had always been there to protect you, save you, and love you… Until he couldn't.

WC: 3540

Category: Heavy Angst, Some hurt/comfort, mentions of Loki, Hela, and Heimdall {TW warning: Thanos and “evil squidward” — I know his name but I think Tony’s nickname is too iconic}

So I recently rewatched Infinity War, and of course watching Thor cry over losing literally everyone else he cares for in the first 15 minutes of the movie sparked my writer heart {finally} and after listening to Paramore we have this hot mess of angst (also why are all my Thor fics so angsty when he’s the definition of fluff?? I live for the drama I guess)

And just for the record, we don’t talk about the fact that I have thousands of requests and this isn’t even one of them 💀😭

『••✎••』

They say fear lies in the unknown. In the absence of facts and knowledge, the mind creates a world of illusions. If you believe your own fears, they become reality.

So what happens when the thing you fear the most is taken from you? When everything else falls to nothing? When the world is turned upside down?

You're left with a feeling that can only be described as the deepest pain imaginable.

You're left with nothing but your fear.

Your heart was racing so fast, and your breaths were short. You could feel every single muscle in your body tense up as the unnamed alien man dragged you further and further into the unknown.

The trip back to Earth, back to your sanctuary of a home, was nothing but a blur. After everything that had gone down within Asgard, including Asgard's destruction, all you could think about was your lover. Your other half.

Thor.

He was in pain, and not just physically. You had been separated due to his secretive, power-hungry sister, to where he’d left you alone with his kind-hearted people to find his father, only to disappear and leave you alone with the slaughtering of the Asgardians.

The people you’ve met that very day ended up slaughtered by Hela. Some took you by the hand, guiding and shielding you for protection against the God of Death and her henchmen. Others, you could tell, were more than just scared; they were terrified. The ones that were too slow or the ones that decided to fight back were killed within an instant.

You were no warrior. You were a simple, plain human who somehow caught the eye of the mighty Thor Odinson, and for some reason, he was in love with you.

So, while everyone else fought against Hela and her henchmen, you ran. Thor had left you there in assurance of your safety, thinking the search for his father with Loki, of all people, would be too risky for you, but in reality, you would have rather been with him. At least then, if you were to die, you could have been in the arms of the one you love.

Miraculously, you had survived the fall of Asgard and the escape from Surtur. You had no clue how. Maybe you were just lucky, or perhaps it was the grace of the Allfather. Even Heimdall, the man who saw everything, didn’t see you making it out alive.

But, when Thor had found you in the throne room cornered by some henchmen, it became a fact that Heimdall couldn’t see everything; after all.

The moment your eyes had met, the moment you heard the sound of metal against flesh, the moment his strong, powerful, protective arms wrapped around your fragile, vulnerable, weak form, and the moment his lips kissed the top of your head, you were safe.

Safe.

The only time you felt genuinely safe was when you were with Thor. His mere presence made you feel at ease. Like nothing could ever touch you or hurt you because he wouldn't let it.

He would protect you no matter the cost. He’d die for you, give his life for you, and go to the depths of Hell and back for you. He loved you, and that was something you could never understand.

Why would such a mighty god, a king, and a warrior want to love a simple human like yourself? A clumsy one at that.

You weren’t special in any way. You were ordinary.

But Thor, he was extraordinary.

The God of Thunder, a king and a warrior, a prince and a protector.

He was everything you were not.

It wasn't just the physical things that made him great, too, but the things that were inside.

Thor was a good man. A caring man. One who always thought about others and not himself.

Thor had his moments, yes, but no one is perfect. Not even a god. But the thing that made you love him, that made you want him, and the thing that made you feel safe was his heart.

That was the only part of him you could understand. The way he cared. The way he loved. The way he could make anyone smile. The way he could bring light to anyone's dark.

That's what makes a man a man. And that's why you loved him.

Even now, with one eye, a missing hammer, and a lost kingdom, he was still your everything.

And now you were reunited after being separated again. The only problem was the circumstances.

You and Thor had been in an intimate moment. The relief of having you back in his arms, the adrenaline pumping through your veins from surviving such a tragedy, had you both desperate.

He had pinned you against the wall, his hands brushing your hair away from your face to get a better look at you before he pressed his lips to yours in a soft kiss. He was always so gentle with you. The teasing and playful nips at your bottom lip were proof of that.

But the sudden sight of a ship out the large window you’d stared out of moments before the kiss broke your concentration.

Thor had pulled apart almost immediately, the feeling of his beard no longer tickling your face, but the heat of his breath and the sweet taste of his lips was still there.

It didn't take long before Thor was following your eyes, seeing for himself what had pulled you from him.

A sense of dread washed over you when you noticed how he tensed and his grip on your waist tightened. This wasn’t another Asgardian ship; no, this was something far more dangerous. You could tell by the look in Thor's eye, his non-missing eye.

Then, within seconds, he grabbed hold of your arm and yanked you out of the room. Your heart was pounding as you started yelling questions at him, trying to understand what was going on.

But, when he hit the button that sealed the room you were once in and shielded you within his arms, the panic started to set in.

That's when everything began to blur.

You remembered the sound of explosions. The tearing of metal. The screams. The smell of burning.

It all came crashing down.

Loki had come around the corner, and seeing his expression, it didn’t take much to realize what was going on.

If Loki, the God of Mischief and Lies, was terrified, then that meant something big was going down.

Thor was yelling orders, shouting commands. You could barely make out what he was saying, but you knew he was telling you to stay behind him.

Stay behind him.

Always stay behind him.

Then it changed to get the hell off the ship.

Then, to run.

Run.

Run.

Run.

The last thing you remember was looking back as you sprinted down the halls, seeing your love, your other half, the king, the prince, the protector, your Thor, fighting some creature with his bare hands.

His face was so determined. He wasn’t going down without a fight. You ran to where he had told you to go, the escape pods where Val was helping others into. You got there and saw her eyes. They were wide and full of worry.

Something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong.

The sound of an explosion brought you back to the present.

Val grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you toward a pod. You could feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins and, your heart was racing so fast, and your breaths were short.

All you could think about was Thor. Where was he? Was he alright?

No.

He was not.

As soon as you entered the pod and Val had closed you in it, it was suddenly torn apart. The supposed sliding door had been ripped from its hinges.

The metal that you rested your back upon started to give, and the feeling of moving forward caused your heart to leap.

You were launched out and onto the floor.

It took a second to gain your bearings. You looked up and saw Val. She was fighting, and you were thankful to see her, but it was a short-lived relief.

The… thing she was fighting, the blue alien, grabbed hold of her and flung her across the ship. She landed somewhere near a pod and didn't move. You remembered screaming for her, but she didn't budge.

That's when the creature turned his attention to you.

You tried to move, but the metal that was supposed to hold the pod in place had you pinned.

You tried to pry the metal from your skin, but your weak and vulnerable body couldn’t break the bond.

The alien slowly moved towards you and, in a swift movement, had ripped the metal away.

He was so close, and you had no idea what was going on, who he was, or what his intentions were.

When you felt his large, rough, and cold hand wrap around the back of your neck, panic started to set in. You wanted to kick and scream, but all you could do was stare at the beast before you.

And thus, you were dragged away from the evacuation site and thrown into a separate area. You came to the conclusion that whoever this was, it seemed to be a metal bender or something similar due to his abilities.

All you saw was a demented blue face with squid-like features, staring down at you as he threw you around like a rag doll.

The fifth time he threw you, you landed roughly on the floor, causing your shoulder to make a loud crack noise and the pain to shoot through your body. Your hands landed on something soft, softer than the floor, and when you looked down, you realized the blue thing had thrown you into a room full of corpses.

But it wasn’t just any corpses. The one you had specifically landed upon had been the body of the man you had recently become close friends with, Thor’s friend, Heimdall.

Tears immediately pooled in your eyes, and your breathing became ragged. You tried to sit up and pull your body off of Heimdall in respect, but the pain shooting through your arm and back kept you frozen in place.

The lifeless eyes of the man who saw everything were open, and for once, he was staring at nothing. It was a haunting image.

The tears were now falling, and a sob escaped your lips. You wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. You wanted to scream and shout. You wanted to fight and claw at the alien that took until it bled. But all you could do was lay there, unable to move and weep.

Then, a voice caught your attention. It was deep, and it was coming from the alien that had brought you to this place.

His eyes were no longer focused on you, but they were somewhere else. He was talking to someone.

“Boss,” it spoke, his voice deep and gravelly. You couldn’t bear to look at the being. Not when you were face to face with the lifeless body of the gatekeeper. “There’s a human woman here. A pathetic one, no doubt, but one nonetheless. Should we end her? Or leave her to rot like the others?"

A silence filled the air, and you had no idea what was going on, who he was speaking with, or who was giving him instructions. You could’ve looked. You could have glanced up at the thing, and seen for yourself, but you too were afraid.

Your eyes remained glued to the golden ones that were once filled with light and wisdom.

There was silence, and then a loud, deep, thump. It had startled you, but it wasn't anything like the explosion of the ship, no, it sounded more like a boot or a shoe had come in contact with metal. But, it was loud enough to grab your attention.

You didn’t move. Your eyes didn't stray.

But, your body trembled in fear.

Suddenly, you heard his voice, and it sounded more terrifying than any sound that had echoed in the air prior. It was even deeper, and even more frightening than the other.

“I think not. We have use of her."

He had a deep and gravelly voice, but it was smooth. Calm. Almost friendly.

Then, a large, purple foot, appeared in your vision, and slowly, the purple being leaned down and stared at you. His gaze was strong, and piercing. You wanted to look away, but you couldn’t. You were too terrified to move, speak, or breathe.

Again, it wasn’t human. It was an alien. And a big one, at that.

He had no hair, only a helmet. His skin was purple and he wore strange looking clothing, including a golden glove that had both a bright purple stone and a blue one.

You’ve never seen such a creature before. You thought those dark elves were terrifying, but they were nothing compared to this man.

And for some reason, he was looking at you like you were an ant, and he was the boot that would crush you.

In fact, he was looking at you with pity, and it confused the hell out of you.

But, when his hand moved, and his fingers had touched the soft strand of your hair, you couldn't help but flinch.

The moment his fingers made contact with you, though, you heard a loud grunt. One that didn’t sound alienated or distorted. It was clear, and you could tell who it was, instantly.

Your head shot up, ignoring the pain in your arm, and the moment your eyes met his, everything stopped.

Everything.

It was Thor.

Your Thor. Your everything.

He was in front of you the entire time, and you had no clue.

The tears were falling. They were falling hard and fast, and you couldn’t stop them. And for once, it wasn’t because of relief.

Thor was encased with metal. His arms and legs were pinned by it. He was bleeding from his head, and he was covered in bruises.

He looked like hell and gave off the same energy.

He was struggling to free himself. That’s what the sounds were. The grunts, the heavy breathing, and the loud thumping. He was trying to get out of his prison to get to you. To save you.

The alien was staring down at you. His eyes were dark and intimidating, but his presence was even more so. He was the embodiment of terror.

Then, without any warning, he grabbed you by the throat.

It was an unexpected move. He had picked you up by the neck with just one hand. He had a grip so tight you couldn't breathe, and the pressure on your throat was unbearable.

You could hear Thor screaming. Yelling.

You could barely hear what he was saying. Your ears were ringing, and the pain of the hand wrapped around your throat was all you could focus on.

But, you could see him. You could see him perfectly.

You saw his blue eye and the patch that covered the missing one. You saw the stubble along his chin. The slight scar that was just below the patch. The wrinkles on his forehead.

You could see it all.

And the look of desperation and horror. It broke you.

You couldn’t take it anymore. It was too much.

Then, in the blink of an eye, you felt release.

You fell to the floor and started gasping for air. It was like the moment the alien released his grip on you, everything began again. The world, your thoughts, the chaos.

It was all there, and you couldn’t keep up.

“I see it now.” You heard the voice of the alien say. Your vision was blurry, and your eyes were still stinging from the tears, but you could make him out if only a bit.

He was now standing, towering over you, but he wasn’t looking at you. No, he was looking at Thor; his eyes were focused on the god, which sent a chill down your spine.

When dealing with Hela, you find yourself recovering with confidence. She could’ve easily killed you with a snap of her finger, but when she demanded your name, you had spat in her face and gave a smile.

Even though Thor wasn’t there at that moment, you somehow knew he’d be coming back to put an end to her, and you would be safe. It was like a sixth sense that came and made you stop panicking and running.

And, even though he technically didn’t put her down, he still was your knight in shining armor. It was the same with the dark elves and even with Loki.

They were all terrifying, yes, but somehow, you knew that Thor would save the day.

Now, though, it was different. You weren’t scared or panicked; no, you were terrified.

The fact that Thor was trapped and was physically in pain, the fact that Heimdall and more innocent Asgardians were lying on the floor, dead, and the fact that Loki was missing and Val was knocked unconscious, it had all hit you at once.

You felt like you were suffocating, and it only worsened when the alien spoke again.

“I was questioning why a mortal was amongst a group of Asgardians, how such a fragile being could survive so long among gods. I wondered, but I see it now. You have been blessed by one, and the last, of Odin's children."

The alien's attention was back on you, and the intensity of his gaze had you trembling. He was staring at you, looking through you, and reading you like a book.

"What a pitiful yet fortunate creature you are."

It was like the oxygen had been sucked from your lungs, and when he moved, you found yourself flinching and scooting backward.

He had leaned down again, and his large hand had grabbed the side of your face. The feeling of his skin on yours made your skin crawl, and the urge to vomit was growing.

Thor wasn’t having it. He was thrashing about; the metal that was encasing his body was bending and stretching with each move.

His cries of anger and the desperation in his eyes were heartbreaking. And it was only shut up by the alien who had taken you. A piece of metal flew to Thor’s mouth and held it in place, preventing him from yelling.

More grunts and muffled noises could be heard from the god, but you could no longer see him now. The purple man was blocking your view.

But, despite that, he was still talking to Thor.

"It is a shame, Thor Odinson. I take pity on the both of you, and I apologize, for it seems that fate has not been kind to either of you. But, we must make sacrifices. It is unfortunate that your beloved had to be one of them."

Then, suddenly, the alien turned his gaze back to you, and his dark eyes bore into yours. He was staring directly into your soul.

"Fear not, small child,” he said, his voice sounding almost calm. “You will not have to endure the pain and suffering as I did.”

The words that left his mouth did not give you comfort. It was quite the opposite.

Thor came back into your viewpoint as the purple man had moved, and when your eyes met his, all you saw was a mixture of panic and despair.

Thor's expression had you feeling a type of way. You could feel your stomach sink.

You weren’t dumb. You were far from it.

You knew where this was going, and your mind was screaming, screaming for you to do something, anything.

Run.

Fight.

Scream.

Just do something.

But all you did was stare. Stare at the man that you loved. The man that loved you. The man who had saved you countless times.

But he couldn’t save you now, even when you cried out his name in a soft voice, that frail, humane part of you begging him with your eyes to stop this from happening.

To stop it from hurting.

He couldn’t.

All he could do was look at you, look as you were taken. Look as you were pulled away from him.

All he could do was stare and scream.

It was the loudest, most horrific sound you had ever heard. It was worse than the explosion.

It was worse than anything.

It was the cry of a man who had just lost the last thing that gave him purpose.

It was the sound of a god being torn to pieces.

And it was all because of you.

That was the last thing you heard. That was the last image that burned itself into your brain.

The sound of Thor and his desperate screams was the last thing you remembered.

Everything after that was darkness.

No memories, no thoughts, nothing.

Just darkness.

All he wanted was you.

All he needed was you.

And now, all he had left was the memory of you: that and his broken heart.

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