Mikki

Growing the perfect garden

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Welcome to My Garden

Welcome to my specially grown garden just for you!

The Gardener: Mikki, 21, she/her

Flowers and writing have always been a passion of mine, so I’ve decided to create a unique garden for all to enjoy that serves as my writing space!!

I hope you enjoy your walkthrough!

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Coming home to you pt. 3

Pairings: Gojo Satoru x reader, Higuruma x reader Genre: Fluff with a hint of smut Wc: 3.6k Summary: She finally got her ever after. Parts: One ꕤ Two

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It had been four months since that fateful date. (Name)’s life has been so much better since then. Two weeks ago she finally signed on her own apartment, and was finally able to move in today. 

(Name) wheezes as she sets down the heavy box, face dripping with sweat. She wipes her face with her shirt before looking around her new apartment. It was a cute little apartment, with creme walls and brown wooden floors. It was only a one bedroom apartment, with a small kitchen and bathroom. But it was hers, no strings attached. She didn’t have to rely on anyone for this, it was all her own hard work. 

“You could’ve waited till I was done with my meeting. I would’ve helped you move, Honey.” A voice says behind her, causing name to turn. Hiromi stood there in her apartment's entry way, a bouquet of yellow daffodils held in his left hand, and a giant bag in the other. 

“It’s alright! Sera and Kozun just left a while ago, so I did have help. I didn’t want to bother you while you were working. It’d be rude of me.” Name explains, bending down to open the box she’d previously set down. 

“I’ll always make time for you.” Hiromi comments, setting the contents of his hand down on one of the piles of boxes near him. He’d already shed his suit jacket and tie before arriving, only wearing a button-up shirt and suit pants. 

“Nice socks.” (Name) giggles catching the bright yellow socks he was wearing. Coincidentally, she was wearing the matching pair on her feet too. She’d gotten them matching Spongebob and Patrick socks a month ago as a joke, but Hiromi wore them every chance he got. 

“Oh, thanks. I’m matching with my girlfriend.”

“She must be pretty amazing for you to wear socks like that.” 

“She’s the best.” 

(Name) laughs as she throws her arms around Hiromi’s neck, making them sway back and forth. His hands land on her hips, and pulls her closer to him for a kiss. Pulling away, they sit and stare in each other's eyes, happy to be with each other. 

“Alright mister, no distractions. I want to get most of this done tonight, before we leave.” (Name) orders pulling herself away rather begrudgingly. She turns herself back to the box she’d just opened.  

All her pants she’d bought these last four months sat inside. She didn’t have too many boxes to unpack, most being clothes and random miscellaneous products. All her kitchenware and furniture had been abandoned in Gojo’s apartment, not that she’d want them anyways. 

“This one's all towels and stuff. Where do you want it?” Higuruma asks, sorting through a box. 

“Theres a small closet in the bathroom, set it there.” (Name) answers, picking her box up to put it in her bedroom. 

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“I’ll treat you to dinner tonight, since you came to help.” (Name) offers, gathering a small overnight bag. She was planning on staying at Hiromi’s place for the night, due to her furniture being delivered tomorrow, and she had nothing to sleep on. 

“No. I’m paying for dinner. Takeout had already been ordered to my apartment. No arguing.” Hiromi replies casually, standing in the doorway of (Name)’s bedroom. 

(Name) sighs, knowing it was going to happen already. SHe just wanted to try, and attempt to offer dinner. Hiromi hadn’t let her pay for anything since they’d been together, no matter what it was. 

The two made their way out of (Name)’s apartment and complex, down to where Hiromi’s black car was parked in the street. (Name) still couldn’t remember the name of the car, even after he’d told her multiple times. She knew it was a fancy car, though. People, mostly men, had stopped to gawk at it a few times. 

The drive to Hiromi’s apartment was short. The streets of Tokyo weren’t as crowded as they normally were tonight. A festival was happening on the other side of town, pulling most of Tokyo’s traffic and people there. 

Hiromi’s apartment had become a second home to her at this point, even as she lived with Sera. She’d been here at least three times a week, unless Hiromi had been swamped with cases. Even then she’d still show up, cook him a meal before he got home, and leave, much to Hiromi’s dismay. 

The first thing (Name) did when entering was head straight for the fridge. She wanted to check on Hiromi’s bento stash. After she’d heard he’d rarely eat lunch at work and work through it, she’d begun preparing bentos in bulk and throwing them in the freezer; That way he’d have a lunch to take with him since she wasn’t able to make him a fresh one everyday. 

The surefire way to Hiromi’s heart was through his stomach, just like most men. Every chance she’d cook for him his eyes would light up like a kid at christmas. He was always surprised she was willing to cook so much food for him. He’d eat everything, almost as if he was afraid to leave left overs. 

“I was planning on going grocery shopping tomorrow afternoon. I don’t have much in my fridge.” Hiromi explains, setting his work briefcase and jacket down on the kitchen table. 

“It’s alright. If we end up wanting snacks, we can always go to that Konbini down the street.” (Name) comments, walking towards Hiromi. Once again, she slides herself comfortably up against him with her arms around his neck. (Name) loved doing this to Hiromi, just walking up and pulling him into a hug. She loved being able to rest up against him, and hear his heartbeat. Smelling his dark cologne was just a plus too.  

Hiromi also loved the random hugs (Name) would give him all the time, and would softly smile every time she did. It had been a long while since anyone had just wanted to hold him like this without wanting some sort of strings to go with. He was truly beyond happy to have this sort of affection in his life, though he wasn’t particularly fond of the way it came to be. The tears he witnessed on that fateful night still haunt him for some reason. He’d seen hundreds of people cry in the courtroom over decisions, stories, you name it they cried. Yet those tears that night shattered him in ways he couldn’t explain. Those utterly raw and emotional tears that (Name) let out after months of neglect were utterly devastating, yet somehow she looked pretty even while it was happening. Quietly that night, he promised to himself somewhere deep inside, that he’d make sure he never saw those tears flow down her face ever again. 

(Name) dragged Hiromi over to the couch to sit with her. Sinking down onto the plush, dark leather couch for the first time today, (Name) releases a soft sigh.

“Please do not make sounds like that, I will not be able to stop my reaction to them.” Hiromi softly commands, staring straight at (Name). His mind quickly went down the gutter, and his pants were already starting to feel uncomfortable. 

“Who said I would stop you?” 

That was all the agreement Hiromi needed. The two of them hadn’t had sex yet, or even attempted too. Both of them had been too busy with work, and life that it wasn’t something on either of their minds. Now that Hiromi had the chance he wasn’t going back from taking it. 

Hiromi swiftly grabbed (Name) by the ankles and pulled her to lay down on the couch before climbing on top of her. His lips immediately upon hers for a  fevered kiss. He slowly moved his his to slot up against (Name)’s before starting a slow grind down into her. 

(Name) slowly pulled away from the kiss as if it hurt her to do so. She slowly reached up and started undoing Hiromi’s shirt buttons, wanting as much skin on skin as possible. She knew her face was flushed, she felt as if it was burning alive. 

Hiromi helped her quickly undo the buttons and pulls his shirt off, reaching to do the name with (Name). He couldn’t get enough of her. He wanted to completely strip her and get straight to the point but he knew he’d have to take it slow.

(Name) was embarrassed. After taking off her shirt. She realized she was wearing the oldest bra she owned. The one that had been with her through thick and thin and was perfectly worn in. She reached behind her and unclipped her bra to pull it away from her revealing her plump breasts. She could hear Hiromi suck in a soft breath before he leaned down and sucked a nipple into his mouth.

(Name) gasped, arching herself up into him. 

Before they could continue, a swift knock resonates throughout the apartment, dragging their attention away from each other. 

Hiromi stands with a sigh, leaving his shirt off as he heads his way to the front door. He exchanges a few words of pleasantry with the delivery driver, who was red faced and refusing to make eye contact with him. After exchanging the food for cash, Hiromi closes the door and returns back. 

(Name) also walked off when Hiromi did, to make her way into his bedroom. The same minimalist vibe greets her once again. Hiromi’s apartment constantly looked like a showroom. Minimal furniture and whatever few pieces of decor he had laying around. (Name) had been consistently begging him to decorate or to put photos up of memories, but in his own words he never had anyone to make good enough memories with. 

But what surprised her, was a small picture frame sitting on Hiromi’s night stand. It was a silly blurry photo that one of Hiromi’s coworkers had taken on a rare company dinner. It was of (Name) being spun by one arm above her head by Hiromi. They were dancing sillily over the music being played by the club across the street. (Name) smiled fondly at the memory, she had such a fun night out with them all together. She hadn’t had a fun night like that in such a long time. 

(Name) quickly returned back to the task at hand, changing into her pajamas. She only packed a pair of sleep shorts, as she had planned to steal one of Hiromi’s shirts to sleep in for the night. Walking towards his walk-closet, (Name) opened the door and started rummaging through the racks. She picks out a plain simple white tee, and quickly slips off her own top to put his on.

“Food is here!” Hiromi calls out from the kitchen. 

“I’m coming!” (Name) responds, hurriedly shoving her clothes back into her bag. She quickly returns back out of the bedroom to see that Hiromi had started setting up their dinner. He’d chosen Karaage as their meal of choice for the night. 

“It’s from that new restaurant down the street. I figure we would attempt to give it a try to see if we enjoyed it.” Hiromi explains opening their meal boxes. 

(Name) sat down to join him at the table, the smell of the fresh karaage hitting her. Inside the meal box was a bunch of pieces of fried chicken on top of lettuce, paired with steamed veggies and white rice. 

Hiromi had already begun to dig into his meal, dipping his chicken in the sauce that came with it.  

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(Name) sighs as she sits up in the bed, head pounding. She reaches up and puts her head in her hands, curing her last night self. The two of them had indulged in some gifted sake Hiromi had received from a previous client. They’d watched a sappy rom-com and drank, maybe drank a little too much, cause name couldn’t remember most of the night. 

She was trying her hardest to remember last nights events but couldn’t seem to recall anything. As she was sitting there contemplating, Hiromi sighed in his sleep and rolled over to wrap and arm around her bare waist. 

Wait…

(Name) quickly ripped the blankets away from her, flushed a bright red. She was absolutely naked. Her entire body started heating up, not just her face. She had her first ever night with Hiromi and couldn’t remember a single detail. 

“You’re getting warmer and warmer. What are you thinking about?” Hiromi mumbles, deep with sleep.

“I think we had sex last night.” (Name) whispers. She felt like an embarrassed school girl with her first crush. She wished she could remember something so intimate.

“I can tell. My dick is utterly raw.” Hiromi groans, pushing himself more into (Name)’s stomach. 

(Name) giggled at him. Maybe it was for the best. It happened drunk. They’d be iver the initial nervousness now since they’d already done it, albeit they couldn’t remember but still.

(Name) shifted on the bed, the urge to pee suddenly hitting her. It hit her hard, if she didn’t go now she was going to go right where she sat. She practically threw Hiromi’s arm off her and sprinted through the apartment. 

Sighing when she finally relieved herself, she caught a glimpse of something purple on her chest. She looked down at her breasts to find them covered in huge, dark purple hickeys accompanied by various bite marks. Her eyes subtly widened at the sight, continuing to overlook herself for more. They were everywhere from her breasts down to her inner thighs, dark hickeys bloomed.  

The bathroom door clicked open to reveal Hiromi making his way inside, only wearing a pair of dark sweatpants low on his waist, a plain black tee held in his hand. 

(Name) oggled him. It was the first time she really got to sit there and just look at him, even if it was in an awkward position. 

Hiromi was lean rather than a wall of solid muscle. His body was still defined with sharp lines of muscles, and a visible six-pack. He rarely had his shirt off so (Name) was taking in the sight for as long as she could. 

“Care to take a bath with me?” Hiromi asks, messing with the controls of the bath.

“Sure. Also, are you not gonna mention how it looks like I was a cannibal’s nightly snack?” (Name) responds, wiping and standing. She flushes the toilet and exits the small room, walking over to Hiromi who was in the separate room for the bath. 

“I definitely did some work. Though I can’t remember it, I can still appreciate my work.” Hiromi laughs, reaching up and brushes the bite mark around her left nipple. He sat there for a minute, just staring at his work, rubbing at various marks. Slowly a small smirk formed on his face the more he stared, almost as if he was enjoying the sights of them. 

“Get into the bath before you make us recreate last night.” (Name) commands breathlessly, as if she was almost trying to convince herself as well. 

“Yes, ma’am.” Hiromi answers, parting from her and climbing in. 

(Name) follows behind him, slowly lowering herself into the other side of the bath to stare at him. Surprisingly, big enough to hold both of them. 

Hiromi grunts at the sight of her sitting opposite of him. Without a word, he reaches out and grabs (Name) by the wrist and pulls her towards him. He settles her between his legs, against his back with an arm wrapped around her waist. (Name) sinks back into him, resting the back of her head on his collarbone. 

They sit there for a minute, soaking up the warm water, and enjoying the touch of each other. The warmth of the bath makes both of their skin slightly flush and the room steamy. The tension between them slowly rises. 

(Name) pushes herself further back into him, before coming into contact with something hard and long against her lower back. She pauses, unsure of what to do. They’d had sex already, so it wasn’t a big deal. Yet, why’d she feel so nervous. Maybe because it was huge, she could feel it against her. Hard and pulsing, and very thick. 

Hiromi leans down and slowly peppers kisses along the column of her neck, lightly sucking and biting as if he was trying to add more marks. 

(Name) ground back against him, body warming up even more. Light gasps left her mouth as Hiromi’s hands began to trail her body, feeling her curves. One of his arms reached around her to turn around to face him, having her straddle him in the tub. 

(Name) began slowly grinding down against him, heart pumping heavily. Hiromi grabs her lightly by the neck, pulling her in for a heavy kiss. A clash of lips and tongue battling against each other ferociously, as if they were trying to recrate the memories they couldn’t remember.

“Hiromi..” (Name) whines out, pulling away as if it burns, and wrapping her arms around his neck. He doesn’t utter a response, as he picks (Name) up slightly and lowering her down onto his length. She loudly gasps out as she feels him slowly stretch her. She was still sore from last night, as she felt the slight burn. 

Slowly, (Name) works her way up and down, fighting the urge to just slam herself down upon him. Her body felt alive, heart beating heavily as if it was going to jump through her chest. 

Once she’d gotten it all in, she started moving herself faster, up, down, and repeat. The stretch was delicious, feeling him rub against every nook and cranny she has inside her. There wasn’t a place he wasn’t touching. As she moved, his dick hit the right spot inside her causing her to let out a deep loud moan at the sensation. 

Hiromi smirks, putting both hands on her waist and guiding her movements. He starts making her go faster, as she rides him, trying to pull more of those moans from her. 

(Name) cries out as he starts ramming that spot inside her, relentlessly. Her body was on fire, hotter than the water could ever be. Her entire body started shaking, as Hiromi made her pick up her pace more. Her body was still sensitive from last night, it had taken her mere minutes before the coil in her stomach started getting tighter and tighter. 

Hiromi could feel her getting close, clenching hard on him. He braces his legs on the tub’s bottom and thrusts up into (Name) holding her in place. His pace stays quick, wanting her cunt to clench on him harder. 

(Name) lets out a particularly loud moan, before forcing herself down on him. Cunt clenching and spasming as she orgasms. Eyesight turning white, as she throws her head back overwhelmed with pleasure. 

Hiromi doesn't give her a moment of rest, before continuing his pace, now chasing his own high. It takes him a few more harsh thrusts as (Name) buries herself in his neck, holding on for dear life. 

Hiromi grunts before stilling, spilling his worth inside her. Thick hot spurts of cum rushing into (Name)’s cunt, as she gasps in his neck, overwhelmed by the sensation. 

“So much better than last night. At least, I’ll have this one in my memories to look back upon.” Hiromi breathlessly laughs, pulling (Name) flush against him. He sat there for a moment, letting himself soften inside her. 

His mind wandered as they laid against each other. To a picture in his head of (Name) waddling around his apartment, all round and swollen with his child. He shook his head, it was too early to think thoughts like that, but he couldn’t help it. It was all he’d ever wanted. A kind wife and a whole cohort of children running at his feet. Maybe one day in the future. 

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After their adventure in the bath, they’d both gotten dressed and decided on going somewhere for lunch. Hiromi had traded his everyday suit and tie for something more simple, a fitted blue and white button-up with black pants. He’d styled it with a pair of black dress shoes and a black belt. 

(Name) wore a simple white button-up underneath a brown spaghetti strap dress, pairing it with the white sneakers she’d worn on her way to Hiromi’s. 

They’d ventured out onto the streets, choosing to walk instead of Hiromi driving them. The streets were crowded like normal, people going about their day to day life. The restaurant they’d chosen wasn’t very far away, only a few minutes walk. 

Hiromi held (Name)’s hand as he navigates them through the street, stopping them at a cross walk. 

(Name) looks around her as they wait, until an old familiar sight catches her eye. A tall man with stark white hair, Satoru Gojo.  He stood on the cross walk diagonal of them, holding Hiori’s hand. The same woman many, many moons ago he’d told her not to worry about. He’d traded his usual blindfold for a pair of glasses today. Both carrying various shopping bags in their hands. 

She could remember a time when that used to be her, excitedly dragging Gojo around the streets of Tokyo, entering various stores and shops. That was a long time ago, though. She’d moved on, and so had he. Both down varied paths from each other, contrary to the promises they’d once whispered to each other at night in the sheets. 

She was happier now. She had a man who always put her first, and made sure she was cared for. He’d burn the world for her instead of letting her burn for the world. Maybe it was for the best that they’d moved on. 

“What are you looking at, Sweetheart?” Hiromi questions, trying to follow (Name)’s line of slight. 

“Oh, it’s nothing. It doesn’t matter anymore.” (Name) responds, pulling her sight from Gojo to look at Hiromi. She pulls him to cross the road, now that the walking light was blinking. She didn’t look back, she had no reason to. Everything she ever wanted was holding her hand already. 

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Note: First time ever writing any sort of smut so it might have no been the best. Sorry!

tags: @alebrasil0101

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Another day, Another - what the fuck is that?

In which, Jjk men are kept on their toes (Animal Edition)

Genre: Fluff WC: 400 - 600 words each ❀。 • *₊°。 ❀°。❀。 • *₊°。 ❀°。❀。 • *₊°。 ❀°。

Higurama Hiromi

Hiromi was having one of the longest days of his career. Cases upon Cases lied piled upon his mahogany desk, awaiting approval or denial. It wasn’t easy being one of the best defense attorneys in all of Tokyo. It meant he always had work to do, and cases to review. In the end it made it worth it knowing his wife was at home snuggled up on the couch with their dog probably watching some trashy tv show. Because of his hard work she didn’t have to lift a finger. 

On the other hand, his beautiful wife, (Name), was doing anything but snuggling on the couch with their dog. In fact she was out and about with said dog, taking him to the groomers. It was haircut day, and she wanted to do something fun today. That’s exactly what she did. She requested a dye job at the groomers, wanting her little Momo to look like a little lion. 

Momo came out looking amazing. His once white fur now tan and the poof around his neck now a dark brown. He’d look like a lion if they were small and shaped like a pomeranian. 

(Name) practically paraded Momo through the streets of Setagaya City on her way home.  Proud of her decision to dye their dog. Now, hopefully her husband would have the same adorable reaction she did. 

Hiromi, on the other hand, slammed a case file closed in frustration. It was his last case he had to review, and now he could finally head home for the day. Out of his pile he only selected three cases to take on. They were the only ones that had piqued his interest. The rest were people convicted of petty crimes and wanted them removed from their records. 

He slowly stood from his desk, slotting the three case files into his brief case before closing it. If he had free time tonight, he’d planned on reviewing them again before contacting the clients.  

Making his way out of the office, he made his way to the car garage to make his way home. The streets were still bustling with people and cars. Thankfully he’d gotten out earlier then what he normally would on a day like today. He’d thought about joining his wife on the couch with a nice cup of tea to keep him motivated on rushing through paperwork. 

The drive home was about forty minutes due to traffic, but he was just glad to be home. His quiet suburban home, his escape from reality. He’d moved his family out to the suburbs shortly after they’d gotten married, in hopes that they’d have plenty of room when it came time to extend their family. Maybe tonight was the night he’d bring it up, while they sat eating dinner together. 

He slotted his key into the door, unlocking it and pushing the door open. The first thing to greet him was their newly colored dog, causing Hiromi to do a double take. 

“Sweetheart, why the fuck is our dog like this?” Hiromi calls out to his wife. 

“Do you like it? I tried something new!” (Name) gleams happily to her husband, walking up to him to kiss him. 

“It’s something alright.” Kissing his wife with a small smile. If it made her happy then it made him happy, even if he was a little disturbed by it. 

(Name) smiles at her husband, happy that he also likes it, or at least believing he did. It was too late now anyways, there was no way to remove it. 

Hiromi just accepted it. Nothing in this world was ever going to dull his wife’s creativity, even if it was a little strange at times. He’d just grin and accept it. Maybe that was part of the reason he fell in love with her in the first place. 

Nanami Kento

Kento was exhausted. It was another rough day at work, with work piling up due to intern screw ups, and endless meetings. He was finally ready to clock off and return home to his wife. He already had the night planned in his head; he’d come home, have a lovely date with his wife and retire for the night with a simple glass of wine. 

That’s exactly how the night had gone so far. He’d arrived home and changed into more casual clothes, before him and (Name) headed out the door. They’d planned to just go to the local ramen shop and eat a simple dinner. 

“Welcome In!” The chef calls from behind the counter. “Sit anywhere!” 

The two sat down next to each other at the counter. A menu already sitting waiting for them. Both began looking through deciding on what dishes they wanted. 

(Name) reaches down below her and picks up her purse from the ground. Her lips were dry so she wanted her chapstick, but instead when she reached her hand in she was met with a surprise. 

Her hand met something scaly, and thin. Without thinking she just wraps her hand around it and picks it up. As it came out from her purse, her eyes locked on to it. It was a snake. 

The same snake she had picked up earlier when she found some kids trying to torture it.  She’d set it in the inner pocket of her purse cause she didn’t know where to put it and she was gonna set it down by the park near her home but she’d apparently forgotten about it, 

She quickly shoves it back in and zips her purse closed again. (Name) was not about to let it loose in her favorite ramen shop. Unfortunately her husband had been watching her the entire time, confused. 

“My love, is everything alright?” Kento asks. 

“Oh yes! Everything's perfectly fine!” (Name) replies trying to play it cool. She could not let her husband know. 

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“That was such a nice meal.” (Name) sighs stretching her arms above her head. She was thoroughly stuffed and ready to go home. 

“Indeed,” Kento agrees, sliding his wallet back into his pocket. 

“Can I tell you a secret, honey?” (Name) smiles turning to face her husband. 

“Yes, what is it, my love?”

“This!” (Name) grins reaching into her bag and yanking out the olive-green snake laying inside.

“My love,” Kento says exasperated.

“Yes, honey?” 

“What is that?” Pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“It’s a snake, silly!” (Name) giggles, watching the snake slither around her hand. 

“I can see that but why do you have it?” 

“Oh, I stole it from some kids earlier. I meant to drop it by the park on my home earlier but I had forgotten too. Oopsies.” 

“That’s not really an oopsies situation, my love. You’ve been carrying a snake in your purse all day.” Kento sighs. ‘Be your husband's peace’ was not a phrase in his wife’s vernacular in the slightest. 

So the two began their side quest of the night, dropping off (Name)’s purse snake. (Name) giggled about it on their entire journey, while her husband’s was more of a reserved annoyance. Yet there he was, following behind her, still aiding in her quest. After all, that’s what a good husband does. 

Gojo Satoru

Satoru thought he was having the perfect mundane day. He had gotten up and had breakfast with his wife, (Name), and had an easy commute to work. There was absolutely no chaos in his life for the day. His lessons with his students breezed by easily, meeting with the elder didn’t piss him off, the train wasn’t crowded on his way home. His day was going perfectly. He was so ready to climb into his wife’s arms and calmly spend the rest of the day with her. 

But he was so wrong. 

While he was having a perfectly normal day, his wife was not. She had been scouring the streets all day. She had decided to expand their family, and what was the best way to do that ― A pet. A certain pet in particular. She'd been looking through dozens of pet shops and rescues Tokyo had to offer until she found it, a kitten. Along her way she’d ordered dozens of supplies from pet stores, and got it delivered to their penthouse. 

Since then (Name) had been unpacking all of her pet’s new items ― from a cat tree, to bowls to toys. She had gotten it all. The kitten was scurrying around her feet as she tries to figure out how to set up the cat tree she’d bought. 

(Name) huffs in frustration, looking between the instructions and the pieces laid around her. “Toru, can set this up when he gets home. I’m done with it.” 

As if she spoke it to existence, the front door softly clicked. Satoru was home. He swiftly took off his shoes and pulled his blindfold down, preparing to use his technique to find his beloved wife. He softly pads through the entrance way, following her curse energy trail, right into her chaos. 

“Hello!” (Name) smiles greeting her husband. 

“New art project?”

“Oh, no. I got us a cat. Toni is somewhere around here. I don’t know where though.” 

Satoru walks his way around their plush, L-shaped couch to sit on the floor with his wife. “You named it Toni?”

“Yeah! It’s short for rigatoni! Oh, there he is!” (Name) bounces up, and hurries to the left side of the room. “This is Toni!” 

“What is that? And why does it look like it’s someone's nutsack?” Satoru amuses, earning a horrified gasp from (Name). 

“Do not insult my baby like that!” (Name) sputters offended, holding the cat to her chest. She had gotten a sphynx kitten, a breed of cat known for being naked. 

Satoru laughed and shook his head. His wife and her crazy ideas, but if that’s what she wanted, she’d get. There was nothing he wouldn’t sacrifice for his wife even if that meant he’d have to deal with a naked cat running around his penthouse. 

Suguru Geto

Geto was known to be a patient man, whether it came with the monkeys he dealt with or his family. He was always patient, or at least tried to be. There were moments where he slipped but he still tried his hardest. When he always needed a proper stress reliever he always looked for his wife. What a better way to relax than rearranging his wife's innards. 

That’s what he exactly planned to do, he just needed to find his wife first. He wasn’t in their room or in any of the normal places he’d find her either. It just seemed to grow his frustration having to find her. 

His wife, (Name), on the other hand was in the back garden. One of the families that normally visited Geto had brought a gift along with them today. an entire bucket of baby koi. One of his cult members had tried to turn it down, but she had accepted it. She knew the woman was mad for her overriding her decision but she could care less, after all, Geto would take her side no matter what. 

She had placed the koi fish in one of the ponds in the back garden, away from everyone. She wanted to let them grow in peace without people being around them all day. 

She’d spent most of the day sitting and watching them. Amused to watch them swim around the pond she’d placed them in. Wondering if in their little minds they were curious about their surroundings and exploring happy to be free once again. 

Geto had found her a few minutes ago, simply choosing to sit and admire his wife from the sidelines. A small smile graced her face as she watched whatever was in the pond. Whatever it was it had caused quite the stir within the grounds. Sui had run into him and complained how his wife was undermining her decisions and that she shouldn’t be. Geto had honeyed his words and promised he would talk to his wife, yet he wasn’t going to do such a thing. His wife had all the power to make decisions around here, whether people liked it or not. It was not their place to say how he ran his home. 

“There you are, my wife. What are you doing?” Geto questions, stepping behind his crouching wife. 

“One of your donors brought them as a gift. Sui tried to turn them down saying they were worthless to you, but I accepted them. Aren’t they pretty? I’ve never seen this color before.” (Name) smiles reaching her hand down to the water. 

“They are indeed beautiful, my love, but i’d rather be the one who has your attention.”

“My, my. Is my husband jealous of some fish?” (Name) stands to face her husband. 

“Jealous of fish? No. Upset that my wife's sole focus isn’t on me? Yes, very much so.” Geto muses, grabbing his wife by the hand. Finally, all to himself.

Ryomen Sukuna

Ryomen Sukuna was a feared man across the nation of Japan. No man or woman dared to stand up to him and his power. They’d be cut in pieces before they even got the chance to fight. It was amusing to him to watch people try though, not many succeeded in aiming an attack his way before they were cut swiftly down. 

There was one person in this world standing a chance to land a hit on him, though she dared to only once. That was his heavily pregnant wife. The one he’d married and made his official primary wife. The other women in the palace where concubines in name only. 

She’d been the only one to put up any sort of fight since she arrived at the estate. Giving him an attitude in ways words would not express ― ignoring him in hallways, refusing his summons, never verbally. 

(Name) had known disrespecting the king of curses ended in death, people had been killed for much less. But he infuriated her in ways she could not explain, whether it was his actions or words. She had thrown it in his face once that he’d behaved better when he was a mere child compared to now, and that he should go back to being the sweet kid he once was. 

Though the man took it a diffrent way, and that’s how she was where she was now, waddling down the corridors five months pregnant. The baby was huge, absolutely huge. People had mistaken her the entire pregnancy for being further along than what she actually was. He’s just like his father, Sukuna would boast. 

She was to be on bedrest per doctor's orders, but she refused to listen. She couldn’t stand laying in bed all day doing minimal effort tasks. She knew Sukuna would be mad at her. He may care for her in his own twisted ways but he had a weird way of showing it. That may be due to the way he was raised as a child. 

(Name) was on a mission today. She’d seen a deer run past her room’s open doors, and she was determined to follow it. She’d hoped she could get it out of the palace before Sukuna or the staff saw it and order its death. 

So here she was walking through one of the outside hallways towards the main garden where she’d seen the deer take off too. She didn’t have much to catch the deer besides a thin and long, silk scarf she’d grabbed, in hopes she could wrap it around its neck to act as a lead. 

Waddling through the main garden, she looked around bushes and trees to find where it had hidden itself. Finally she’d found it, hidden between some tall bushes and the palace walls. 

“I’d recommend ceasing whatever you’re scheming, and return to bed.” A deep voice ordered behind her, causing (Name) to jump and scaring off the deer. 

“What the fuck was that?” Sukuna asks, surprised by the deer.

“A deer, my dear husband, and you just scared it off.” (Name) pouts. Her attitude had gotten worse with her husband since she’d gotten pregnant, and even worse on bedrest.

“And why were you chasing it?” Raising an eyebrow and crossing all four arms. 

“I wanted to get it out of the palace.” 

“And that’s why we have servants to do things. You could’ve even made the concubines do it. You are not supposed to be out of bed.” Sukuna commands, reaching out and swiftly picking up his wife. 

“I can walk on my own, you brute. “ (Name) quips smacking him on the shoulder. 

“Cease your whining.” He gruffly says, power dripping from his voice as he orders her, causing (Name) to shut up and cross her arms. 

Sukuna carried his wife back to their bedroom, where she’d be confined for the rest of the day per his orders. 

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Language of flowers

Angst

Lilies (light)

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Red Tulips

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multi character

Patches of flowers

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Coming home to you pt. 2

Pairings: Gojo Satoru x reader, Higurama x reader Genre: Fluff

In which, a new beginning finally happens.

pt.1

Wc: 2.9k

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(Name) stomped down the hallway of her apartment building, tears unstoppable. Everything she had built in the past three years now reduced to crumbles in the doorway she just walked out of. 

She didn’t get to say everything she wanted to. She’d been so mad she stormed out without thinking. But perhaps it was for the better. Maybe something could be salvaged if she gave it time. Who was she kidding? There was no coming back. 

It wasn’t just a few missed dates. For the past few months, it had been nothing besides empty rooms and cold dinners. He’d promise for weeks he’d be there, but when the time came, he wasn’t. Maybe that’s the cost of being with the strongest sorcerer alive. 

He’d said once offhandedly that she’d never understand his burdens; after all, she was only ever going to be grade two. A simple healer who worked with Shoko before leaving the jujutsu world. 

(Name) :  | Sera, are you home? | 

(Name) sent a quick text message from her phone as she made her way into the street. 

A quick ding came from her phone. A reply from Sera. 

Sera :): |Me and Kozun are about to board a plane to Thailand in an hour. Why?|

(Name) : |Oh, never mind. Sorry to bother you. |

(Name) sighed, putting her phone away. Well, there went her plan on where she was going for the night. She’d just have to make do with whatever 24-hour store was gonna be open around her. There was no way she’d return to the apartment she had just stormed from.  

A little way down the street, a store sign gleamed. The book garden, it read, upon further inspection. 

(Name) began to slowly make her way towards the store, hoping that the glowing sign did mean they were open. Thankfully, it was. 

A small bell chimed as she walked through the door. Rows upon rows of cramped bookshelves greeted her. Crème-colored walls were covered floor to ceiling in book and movie posters, and the air smelled of old leather. 

“Hello, Honey! How can I help you today?” A voice called, dragging (Name)’s attention. 

“Oh, hello. Are you still open?” (Name) asked, making her way to the dark wood counter. An old lady sat behind it, all smiles and wrinkles. She wore a simple purple sweater with thick black-rimmed glasses. 

“Yes, we are. My little old book shop stays open twenty-four-seven! There's never a bad time to read after all.” The old lady smiled, “Pick a book and take a seat! There’s a small couch at the back of the store.”

“Alright! Thank you!” (Name) replied, turning to make her way through the shelves. She didn’t particularly want to read at the moment. She just wanted a small space to sit and cry quietly. 

Unfortunately for her, the couch wasn’t empty. A man had already claimed a seat. 

The man sitting on the couch was impossible to miss. Broadshouldered and dressed in a brown suit that stretched across his frame. He was with his attention focused on an old weathered book. 

“Am I intruding?” (Name) questioned, standing shakily in front of the man. 

“Oh, not at all. Please sit.” He answered, gesturing to the other end of the couch.

(Name) slowly lowered herself onto the couch beside him. She folded herself inward, crossing her arms on her knees and laying her head down. Quietly, she began to cry. Months of built-up frustration slowly pour out of her. Tears she’d never let herself shed, in fear of what they’d do. 

Five Minutes passed…

Ten minutes passed… 

Twenty minutes passed…

There she sat quietly crying, or at least she hoped. She could tell her shoulders were shaking, in fact her whole body was. 

With a sigh, the man carefully closed his book and turned towards her. “Is everything alright? You’ve been crying for the past twenty minutes. I’m not usually one to pry, but I’m curious as to why you’ve been crying for this long.”

“Ah, yesーI mean, I guess. I found out I was definitely being cheated on in my relationship, and we just broke up sort of.” (Name) responded, sitting up and wiping her tears.

“Well, it’s his fault really. Did you know cheating is a serious offense in some countries and punishable?” 

“Probably not in ours, and he’s way too untouchable for something like that to ever happen to him.” 

“You shouldn’t be giving yourself emotional turmoil over a man who isn’t worth it. Crying will do nothing to solve your problems.” He said matter-of-factly.

“What do you suggest I do then?” (Name) questioned, fully turning to face the suited man. 

“Distractions are a good short-term solution.” He suggested.

“Well, what are you reading then?” (Name) asked, curious. 

“Oh, it’s an old book about Japanese laws. Trying to figure out if I can find a loophole in the law for my client.” He answered nonchalantly. 

“Oh, so you're a lawyer?” 

“Yes, I am. One of the best in Tokyo. Higuruma Hiromi, defense attorney.” He explained, pulling out a business card from his breast pocket and passing it to (Name). 

“That’s so cool! I’m currently jobless. My ex convinced me to quit my job because he had money and didn’t need me to work. Dumb decision, I know. But we’d been together for years; marriage was in the cards. At least I thought. Maybe on my end, but not on his end.” (Name) laughed dryly to herself, realizing sitting in on how utterly screwed she was. 

The two continued to talk for a few more hours before the day began to slowly creep up on (Name). Her eyes got heavier and heavier before she just couldn’t fight it anymore. 

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“Honey? It’s time to wake up.” A sweet voice murmured, luring (Name) from her sleep. 

(Name) quickly sat up, looking around her. She was still on the couch in the bookstore. She looked over to her left for the man, but he was already gone. 

“Oh, Higuruma? He had to leave for his workday. He said bye to me on his way out but I’m assuming you were already asleep before then.”  The old lady smiled, passing (Name) a cup of hot tea. “Drink it. It’ll make you feel better.”

“Thank you.” (Name) smiled back, lifting her arms to take the porcelain cup from the old lady. Something fell off her shoulders as she did, causing her to look down at her lap. His suit jacket. He must have draped it on her after she fell asleep.

(Name) carefully returned to take the cup from the old lady. Its warmth slowly spread through her hands, relaxing her. 

“He left this note for you too, Honey.” The old lady commented, passing her a folded-up yellow piece of paper. Winking, she added, “Don’t worry, I didn’t read it.” 

(Name) carefully set the teacup down on the small table next to the couch and unfold open the note. 

「 

    To Name, 

If you are reading this, I have probably already left for work. 

I left you my suit jacket in case you got cold during your nap. 

I am in no haste for you to return it, as long as you’ll go to that 

dinner you promised me. 

My number: [phone] 

Higuruma 

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 (Name) smiled at the note. She reached down into the pockets of her sweatpants and pulled her phone out. She finally  turned it back on after turning it off last night. Her phone immediately filled with notifications. 

44 missed calls from Toruuuu

12 missed calls from Sera :) 

10 messages from Toruuuu

5 messages from Sera :)

(Name) quickly opened her messages from Sera. Gojo could wait. 

Sera :): | Are you okay? |

Sera :): | Gojo called asking if I had heard from you. Apparently you stormed out of the apartment, and you’re not answering him. |

Sera :): | Knowing you, he probably did something bad, and you finally exploded |

Sera :): | Call me when you can  |

Sera :): | I love you, bestie |

(Name) quickly clicked on Sera’s contact info and started calling her. If anyone would understand, it would be her best friend. 

Ringgggg

Ringgggg

Ringggg

“Hello? Are you okay? What happened?” Sera asked, her voice dripping with worry.  

“Yeah, I’m alright. I blew up at Gojo pretty badly yesterday. I think he was cheating on me with that new teacher that he works with. He kept blowing me off for her, and I finally exploded on him about it.” (Name) explained. 

“Wow. What an ass. I’m going to give him a piece of my mind once I get back into town. Where’d you end up staying last night?” 

“At this 24-hour bookstore. But get this, I met this really hot man there last night too. He was a lawyer. Can you believe it? I don't know where I’m going now though. I'm thinking of taking the train back to my family’s house in Nosegawa. Even though I know I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“You have your keys right? Just take the spare bedroom in our apartment. I know Kozun won’t mind at all. That way you have a place to stay, until you can get everything out. Hey — I gotta go okay. We are about to go zip-lining. Text me when you make it to my apartment.”

Ding…

(Name) looked down at her phone again. She might as well see what Gojo had sent her,

Toruuuu: |Where are you?|

Toruuuu: |Can you come back? It’s not what you think it is|

Toruuuu: |I promise no more missed dates. She didn’t mean anything. We didn’t have anything going on. I was just showing her the ropes, I promise|

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Toruuuu: |This is why she’s better than you. She doesn’t think with just her heart|

Toruuuu: |Wait, no. I didn’t mean that. Please come back|

(Name) stared at the text messages floating across her screen. (Name) sighed to herself and clicked on his contact. She scrolled down to the bottom and looked at the red letters at the bottom, reading ‘BLOCK THIS CONTACT’. She quickly tapped it and clicked away from his contact. 

Like Higuruma said last night, sometimes the best thing you can do is to turn a new page, and that’s what (Name) planned to do—starting now. She scrolled through her contacts and began a new one for a new beginning. This time it was named Hiromi Higuruma. 

(Name) : |Thanks for the suit jacket :)| 

(Name) closed her phone and began walking through the streets. Sera’s apartment was a few minutes away, which would give her a perfect amount of time to think. She had to start anew. First, she had to find a job, and then she’d go from there.

Tokyo was forever a bustling city; day or night, the streets were always packed to the brim. People swarmed the city from all over, tourists and Japanese citizens alike. Navigating through the crowds and streets was a challenge. 

Sera’s apartment was on the seventh floor of her high-rise apartment building. They had gotten it in downtown Tokyo to be closer to both of their jobs. 

(Name) quietly let herself in. The dark gray walls of the apartment were the first thing she noticed.  She began to make her way through; she’d been here enough that she had this place as memorized as well as her own apartment. The black couch sat centered in the living room, with a matching black-accented kitchen behind it. On her left was the bathroom, and to the right was the hallway to the bedrooms. 

The spare bedroom wasn’t much. A single bed with gray and white sheets and a small nightstand. A dresser sat right next to the open door. (Name) couldn’t complain, though; it was better than returning to her apartment and having to run into Gojo again. 

Higuruma:  | It was no problem. If you’re still up for dinner with me, would you like to go to TokyoSora with me at eight tonight? | 

(Name) :  | Yes, that would be perfect! | 

(Name) sighed to herself. Absolutely everything she owned was sitting at her apartment. Now would be the perfect time for her to go and clear out her stuff, while Gojo was at work. 

So that’s what she did. She hurried her way to her old apartment, and let herself in. Unfortunately, it wasn’t empty.

“(Name)?” Gojo whispered, looking up from his knees. He was sitting on their old couch, looking absolutely destroyed. Dark circles under his eyes, blindfold discarded somewhere random. 

“Oh, I didn’t think you’d be home.” (Name) said, crossing her arms. She didn't know what to do. She didn’t want to see Gojo again. Not now or ever, yet here she was, making direct eye contact. 

“I didn’t go to work. I haven’t slept. Truthfully, I haven’t been okay since you left. Please can we work through this?” Gojo asked brokenly. 

“No. You’re miserable now that you're alone, and I was miserable when we were together. I couldn’t imagine going through something like that again. There’s nothing you can do to make up for the months of mistreatment you gave me.” (Name) responded, making her way to her old bedroom to pack her things quickly. 

Gojo didn’t respond, just nodded. 

(Name) hurriedly swiped things off of shelves and drawers, grabbing anything she could. She dumped it intothe suitcase she had at the bottom of her closet. The closet was next, pulling and ripping items off of hangers to also shove inside. 

Once the suitcase was packed, she turned and scurried from the apartment, giving one last glance to Gojo on the couch. She flashes him a small, tight lipped smile that he solemnly returns. She was out the door. 

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It was seven p.m. 

(Name) had gone back to bed for a few hours to get some more sleep. Some might call her crazy for getting ready for a date already, but she didn’t care.She wasn’t about to spend a second night crying over Gojo. She couldn’t put up with being sidelined anymore. She was starting anew, and this meant moving on. A single date wasn’t going to change that. 

Hair was first, a simple, curled updo. Sera thankfully had a curling iron tucked away in the bathroom that she ended up using. Makeup came next ー a simple look with some concealer, mascara, and lipstick. She wasn’t in the mood to do a full-face tonight. 

She finally finished it off with a short black dress she’d pulled from her suitcase. Thankfully she had managed to grab something nice to wear, if not she would have just raided Sera’s closet. Sera wouldn’t have cared anyways. 

Higuruma:  | I am currently outside your friend’s apartment if you’re ready| 

(Name) scrambled across her room for her purse, before bolting out. She hurried to the elevator and repeatedly clicked the button. The elevator couldn’t come fast enough for her liking. 

Once the elevator opened, (Name) walked in and hit the ground floor button. It was only a short five-minute ride down before the elevator doors opened. (Name) exited the elevator and rushed to the main door. 

She slowed down her pace before exiting. She was not going to let him know she was rushing to get down the stairs. 

Higuruma was already waiting outside, leaning against a sleek black car. He was wearing a black suit and tie, with his hair gelled back. The suit only made him look better than he did when they first met. 

“Hey! We’re matching!” (Name) giggled pointing to both of their black clothing. 

“Yes, we are.” Higuruma smiled, opening the passenger door for (Name).

(Name) released another giggle as she made her way to the car. She carefully slid herself into the passenger seat, as Higuruma closed the door. 

He walks around the car, climbs into the driver's seat, and starts the car. The car roars to life, and Higuruma gears the car into drive.

“I thought it would be just better to drive since it’s on the opposite side of town and the streets are going to be packed this time of night.” Higuruma explained, looking around to see if he can pull out of his parking spot. 

The drive was fairly quick, due to them talking the entire time. Both had shared recaps of their days. Higuruma had talked about his case, and how his client was falsely accused of murder. 

TokyoSora was everything (Name) had dreamed of. She had begged Gojo to take her for weeks, until she finally gave up. Though she later learned Gojo had come here with a date, it just wasn’t her. 

The restaurant was beautiful, with wooden furniture and soft lighting. Soft classical music played from somewhere in the room. Waiters bustled about, dressed in all white carrying filled glass trays. 

“Reservation?” The hostess asked, looking Higuruma up and down. 

“It should be under Higuruma.” He answered, not even paying the woman a glance. 

The woman nodded, tapping on the tablet on the host stand before guiding them towards a table in the back. She wished a small,  ‘have a nice meal’, then scurrying off. 

“This place looks amazing.” (Name) said, looking around the room in amazement. 

Another waiter appeared , setting flutes of champagne, and menus down on the table. Though the “menu” wasn’t entirely accurate,  instead it was a detailed paper on what courses would be served tonight. Starting with a simple oyster dish, and following with other various fancy meal items. 

“Well, here's to a new beginning.” Higuruma smiled, holding up his flute for a toast. 

“Yes. Here’s to a new beginning.” (Name) returned, clicking her glass with his. Maybe this really was a fresh start.

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Coming home to you

Gojo Satoru x reader

In which a few too many missed dates, begin the ending of a relationship.

pt.2

Wc: 598

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“Are you serious? Do you know what time it is?” (Name) says exasperated, looking at the clock hanging on the wall. It was three am. She’d been sitting on the couch for five hours waiting for her boyfriend to walk through the door.

They had a date yesterday at this new restaurant she’d been dying to try for weeks. A date that was promised it wasn’t gonna be missed; just like the previous few. Instead she waited at their table staring at an untouched glass of water.

“I’m sorry, pumpkin. I promised to take my students for kikifuku and we lost track of time.” Satoru apologized laughing slightly as he bent to take off his shoes. His blindfold was next, pulled down to rest on his neck. He slowly began making his way towards her.

“You made a promise to me too! You were supposed to be at dinner at seven! I sat there for two hours hoping you’d show! Do you know how embarrassing that was telling the waiter to give it a while and you weren’t showing!” (Name) exploded, all the frustration finally boiling out.

Empty promises and missed dates. Days and nights she spent waiting in their shared apartment waiting for him to return to her. She’d grown tired of it. She was on the back burner and she knew it.

(Name) didn’t think she could take much more, and tonight was the last straw. She’d gotten all dressed up, only to have to sit there for hours while her boyfriend was off playing.

But there was something Satoru didn’t know. While she sat waiting for him, she was scrolling on her phone to keep entertained. She’d come across Yuji’s story he’d posted while they were all together. She’d know he’d taken them for kikifuku, but she wanted to see if he’d tell her about what else she saw. Right there in the background.

“I’m sorry. I’ll promise I’ll make it up to you. The four of us had so much fun running around that I wasn’t paying attention to the time.” Satoru reasoned, moving to sit on the couch with her.

Bingo.

“That was nothing. She was just cold. And I didn’t think it mattered that she was there. It’s only you in my life, honey bunches.”

“God. Is everything a joke to you?” (Name) quipped harshly. She quickly rose from the sofa. “You’ve been putting off our dates for weeks! And every time you do it’s either for your students or that new teacher. I’m tired of it! Your students I can look past but her I can’t. I’m being left alone constantly by my own boyfriend because he’s out with another woman of all things!”

“Where are you going?” Satoru questioned standing to watch (Name).

“To Sera’s cause at least I’m wanted there and she’ll treat me like a priority. Unlike here in my own home.” (Name) yelled voice cracking. Her calm exterior was cracking and she needed to get out of there fast.

Before Satoru could utter another word, (Name) had walked out the door with it slamming shut behind her.

Quiet filled the apartment as she left. A silence that had been filling their relationship for a few months now became ever apparent. She was leaving him in the dust just like he’d done her.

And there was nothing he could do about it.

[kosmogrl]

what they don’t tell you about winter is that you go through the 5 stages of grief every morning when it’s time to leave your fluffy blankets

[wateringthewildflowers]

What happened to techno is truly saddening, but he’s truly in a better place now.

But there is one thing i would like to mention. Later on in the dsmp lore, techno mentioned how tommy was Theseus, but in all honesty techno fit that story even better.

If you don’t know what the story of theseus is, well lettme give you a summary.

the story of theseus is about a amazing hero from Greek mythology who was considered one of the earliest kings of athens. He is known for killing villains, amazons and the minotaur, as well as many other small battles.

Techno really fits his story the best. Techno was/is known for being of of the best minecraft youtubers there is, which in my opinion he will forever be.

Techno truly did a lot on his journey. Here on this post, i’m going to kinda compare it to his favored greek hero.

Techno is some ways did defeat his version of the Minotaur. Dream. Think about it. In theseus, the minotaur was known of its evil, and how it ruthlessly slayed anyone who dare enter its labyrinth. In ways dream was similar. He is known for his manhunts, quick thinking, and how he plays Minecraft.

In theseus story, theseus claimed he would defeat the minotaur — similar to that of who techno promised to his fans — and would return home glorious. So doing what they both said, they gathered their gear and readied to fight the fight.

Theseus came to the heart of the Labyrinth and also upon the sleeping Minotaur. The beast awoke and a tremendous fight then occurred. Theseus overpowered the Minotaur with his strength and stabbed the beast in the throat with his sword. Techno did this exact same thing. Meeting dream and overpowering him with his own strength and mind.

While in the end of the story of theseus and the minotaur did not happen, techno did return glorious to his friends and family.

But this is not all. Techno did many other great feats, some of which he did subtly or not subtly brag about (dream losing be one of them). Techno faces many other challenges like theseus. Carefully crafting and securing many titles and honors. For example, theseus became a king and techno blade became a god. Both were known for their abilities in combat, but loved for their compassion and honor. Loved for their will to never leave an ally behind, no matter the costs, and to stand up for what they thought the right.

There are ways technoblade was greater than theseus. Dozens of ways actually. Never giving a second thought to help friends, always helping others, and not turning his back on people even when they did.

Technoblade was a great man, and even greater gamer. He shall stand in the ranks with the greek hero’s.

May he find honor and glory in the halls of Valhalla. May odin accept you with the greatest honors and gifts

alex

1999 - 2022

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(and yes, i did get their permission to use their artwork)

also i would like to point out that there will come a time where tommy will be older than techno and skeppy has trained more than him. That’s all.