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[lilithkleia]

because i don’t want to be in anyone’s arms but yours.

your ex boyfriend, sukuna is used to you patching him after games—with you no longer in his life, he can feel his skin start to crawl with you so out of reach. that is until his nephew, yuji, decides to give you a call. ⸝⸝ art :: @/679sinner ⸝⸝ cw :: panic attacks

sukuna could feel his heart trying to thump out of his chest while the referee raised his arm to declare his win. he'd won, again and again, time after time, so why'd it feel so worthless now? he could feel the cut on his lip, the taste of blood lingering on his tongue while a sense of dread settled in his stomach.

because this time around, it wouldn't be a familiar pair of arms cupping his face, it wouldn't be you gently trying to dress his wounds, it'd have to be a blur of different medics and nurses taking care of him. and the very thought had his stomach lurching.

the scent of iodine hit him first—something he never paid attention to while he rushed in the medic's ward, he was used to making a beeline towards you, with his head immediately resting in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent until his mind finally clears. sukuna ryomen no longer had that privilege.

he sat on one of the beds, his wounds getting treated and for a second he felt like crawling out of his skin. because it felt wrong, having someone else see him like this after his matches, dressing his wounds, a job that was once dearly yours, watching them move their hands on him, he could feel pits forming in his stomach.

he wanted to bite something—yell, scream, shove the nurse off of him, absolutely anything to have her stop touching his skin. 

and it was unfair—it'd been months since he talked to you so why was getting bad now? he ruined this in the first place, avoiding you, trying to recklessly ruin the relationship because he didn't think he deserved you. it was his fucking fault to begin with.

and it only started to flood his brain now, how his entire world revolved around you, how you were basically everywhere—in the seat that you always sat at when he fought, in the ward when he finished a fight, and in the corner of the room, talking to his friends, laughing with a drink in hand like tomorrow was always promised to the two of you.

"fuck."

"sorry, did that sting, sir?" the nurse was sitting up, moving the cotton swab away from his face, her eyes filled with concern, and for a second if sukuna shut his eyes he could've pretended it was you. 

he simply grunted in response, holding onto the wall and pulling himself together.

"we're done here, right?" he could barely get the words out, his heart starting to beat a mile a minute while he tried to push through, making a beeline for his car before jamming his keys in and driving back home.

he barely acknowledged yuji on the couch, collapsing in his room the second he walked in, trying to level his breathing desperately while the room started to close in on him.

your presence still lingered—it always did, the way you'd dim the lights, the way the smell of your shampoo would stay on the pillows, now the place smelled too clean. his life was scrubbed clean of you, the sheets were white, your books and figurines were no longer littered around his place and all of it felt so wrong.

his brain was running a mile a minute, trying to reach for any remnants of your presence in the room, barely noticing yuji walk into his room.

"uncle are you okay..?" it sounded like he was walking on ice, and sukuna's breath hitched in his throat, choking on his own words while trying to answer.

"i'm fine, yuji, get out of my room." 

it's almost as if he was helpless without you. because, you, oh you always knew what to do—pulling him closer to your chest, wrapping your arms around him while he forgot about the outside world, but now he was by himself.

stuck in a room that was barebones, tangled in sheets where you once lay, choking on his own saliva while the walls of the massive room moved closer, his lungs barely working, his skin itching in the exact spots the nurse had treated, tempting him to itch them until they bled, just anything to get his body to stop trembling like a leaf.

he tried to stop dissociating, holding onto the sheets, trying to execute the things his therapist had taught him, but fuck, it was harder to focus the more his vision blurred and blacked out, he could barely overhear yuji dialing your number.

—

"hey y/n?" yuji sounded panicked, it'd been months since he tried to call you, ever since sukuna.

"yeah, yuji what's wrong?" you asked, because yuji only ever called when sukuna was in trouble.

"it's sukuna again, do you think you could—."

"i'm on my way."

because no matter what happened, some things never changed, and the only person who could drag sukuna's mind back was you, it always had been you. and that would never change.

—

you were there in a flurry, speeding through the roads before barging in, still holding onto the copy of the keys you had to his place.

"where is he."

yuji pointed in the direction of his room, watching you almost sprint there.

"ryo."

you could see him snap out of it, jolting up almost immediately the second he heard you, staring at you with his pupils dialating like a prey animal while you inched closer to him.

"it's been a while, huh?" you tried to make things seem lighthearted, seating yourself at the edge of your bed before he moved you closer to him, moving you onto his lap and crushing you in his arms, wrapping them around your waist until it was almost suffocating but after months, sukuna felt safe.

his eyes were already brimming with tears, with your hands reaching to run your fingers through your hair, with his head rested on the crook of your neck, flipping you over until he was laying on top of you.

his mind was still a fucked up mess, his wounds barely treated his mind just fixated on how he lost you—he could barely believe you were here with him now, holding him like you used you, your expression kind and calm, he had to hold onto you tight enough to make sure you were real. that you were actually here.

he was sniffling against you, clinging to you like a child, the choked sobs leaving his throat while he held onto you.

"i guess some things don't change, ryo."

"don't leave."

"w—what?"

"don't leave again. i'll be good this time, i swear. i'll do everything right, i can't risk losing you again."

and in all the time you'd known sukuna, that was the most genuine he'd ever been. and that scared the living shit out of you. but, there was nothing to lose, right?

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FUCK YEAH WE ARE SO BACK GANG

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got scratched at work by a child

the blood drawn is telling me to write angst

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same child scratched me

this feels targeted

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I can't explain how insane this is. Thank you all so so so much 🫶

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girl get off that c.ai and embrace the 'x reader'

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got scratched at work by a child

the blood drawn is telling me to write angst

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at my graduation party readung fanfic next to my grandma

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on break at work reading fanfic next to my new colleague

the grind never stops

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I yearn to make a muppets theme

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Double take | shy!nerdjo x shy!reader

warnings: drabble, pure fluff, meet cute awkward, café au, slow burn, mutual crush, mutual pining, shy!gojo, shy fem!reader word count: 3.8k

You are a simple creature of habit. This was your café. Your corner nook. Your wobbly table by the window where the sunlight hit just right every time you came in.

You have a system, a routine, your sacred order the barista starts making automatically anytime you walk through the front door, noise-canceling headphones, and mild productivity. You do not bother the universe, and the universe does not bother you.

It was your emotional support place, an unassuming little spot where you went to work, study, read, or just exist. Cliché, yes, but you were a coffeehouse loafer, so what.

Until one day the universe decides to intervene. It was raining that day, sudden downpour, and he'd forgotten his umbrella, of course, so when he spotted the café on his frantic walk downtown, he ducked in to just wait it out somewhere dry, somewhere cozy. A cup of coffee sounded good anyway.

He tumbled through the door with a soft, breathless laugh, shaking the rain from his shoulders like a very tall wet dog. 

You instinctively looked up from your book. The chapter was dragging like craaazy and you were getting bored. He was at the counter, currently trying to wipe the fog off his glasses.

Oh—

You blinked away, but your eyes betrayed you. 

You did a double take.

OH—

Tall. Cute. Pale cheeks flushed from the cold, hair plastered to his forehead, and he was burying his fingers into the sleeves of his sweater just to warm his hands up. Wet and cold from the rain but probably the most attractive man you'd seen in your entire life.

You looked back at your book. Bit your lip. Looked up again. Back at your book. Up again.

Triple take.

You could feel your cheeks involuntarily heating up as you took in his wet hair, his nose, his jaw, the adorable little shiver that ran through him while he waited. God, he was really your type. But you just glanced at him, nothing more. As one does. Casually—

Quadruple take.

Okay. Fine. You were staring.

Internal spiral initiated. Deep breaths, babe. He was just a ridiculously attractive stranger. This was a normal human experience. You were in a public space. Hot people existed. You would survive this.

He turned around, clutching a steaming cup of his americano with both hands, and scanned the room. The moment he turned around, you caught a glimpse of the most absurdly blue eyes you had ever seen. Even his eyes were so, so pretty. It wasn’t really fair.

You looked back at your book. You'd read the same sentence four times now.

You forced your eyes to stay glued to the page, aggressively willing yourself to comprehend the actual freaking words.

Focus. You were reading! It was just a man.

But out of the corner of your eye, you tracked him as he settled into a chair a few tables down. The scrape of the chair. The soft rustle of his wet sweater. He finally gave up on wiping his glasses dry on a damp sleeve and just shoved them back onto his face. God, cute men with glasses really did something to your knees. You were so pathetic.

And for the next twenty minutes, you were super aware of his every movement. The plot of your romance novel be damned, ‘cause you glanced at him every few sentences through your peripheral vision only.

You heard the quiet clink of his cup being set down. You heard him sneeze once, very quietly, which was lowkey a ridiculous sound to come out of a man who was easily six-foot-three.

But you did not look directly anymore. You held your ground as you were the god’s strongest soldier right now.

Eventually the frantic drumming of the rain against the window slowed to only a light drizzle. The storm broke and you heard his chair scrape again.

You risked one final, fleeting glance as he stood up. He grabbed his empty cup, ran a hand through his semi-dry, messy hair, and headed for the exit. And you wondered if his hair was as soft as it looked…

As he pushed the door open, he paused as if hesitating, glancing over his shoulder. For one terrifying, totally heart-stopping millisecond, those bright blue eyes flicked over to your corner. Directly, not directly, you couldn't tell because you ducked your eyes back to your book as quickly, immediately chickening out. So he pushed through the door. The little bell above it chimed and off he went.

The air in the café immediately felt weirdly lighter.

Okay, you thought, finally turning the page. Not that you'd been on this page for the last fifteen minutes or anything. Happens to the best of us, I guess.

He was just a glitch in the matrix. A very tall, very blue-eyed glitch in the matrix. You survived the hot stranger. He got his coffee, he dried off, he left.

The gravitational pull you felt was just what happens when you see the man of your dreams. And in true man-of-your-dreams fashion, he disappeared as quickly as he materialized.

Normal human experience.

Except, a week later, on a perfectly sunny afternoon, the little bell above the door chimed a little more loudly in your perceived little bubble.

Hmm. Weird.

You didn't even mean to look up. It was a reflex at this point. But there he was.

Wearing an aggressively cozy hoodie this time, those big glasses, and that ridiculous height with it.

Your stomach violently dropped to your shoes. Oh no. He wasn't just a figment of your imagination. He was freaking back.

And a few days later, he was back again.

You figured he just really liked the coffee. And to be fair, just your luck perhaps, because the coffee here actually was that good. The Google Maps reviews were damn right about it being the best espresso in town. So it made perfect sense that a guy who stumbled in out of the rain would become a repeat customer after tasting the superb roast.

Perfectly logical. Totally normal. Nothing to do with you. Why would it anyway.

But there was something you didn't know.

He also came back because there was this girl in the corner with a book who looked up when he walked in and then immediately looked away like she hadn't — and something about that was, well. He didn't have exactly a word for it. Because while you were busy having a silent, hyper-fixated meltdown over him on that rainy first day, he had clocked you too.

In fact, the moment he'd turned around from the register with that steaming americano and caught you aggressively chewing your lip while pretending to read, his brain had completely stalled out. White-out.

So on his very second visit, Satoru had stood on the pavement half a block away, pathetically arguing with himself whether you'd even be there — or if he was actually crazy for thinking about it at all. He told himself he just wanted to take a lewk. Just to confirm that a girl that pretty! actually existed and wasn't some kind of fever dream brought on by the rain.

He walked in. There you were. Same corner. And just as cute as the first time, maybe even cuter.

So he kept coming back. And he felt a little pathetic about it, tbh. Showing up like a well-trained dog just because he was crushing on a girl he'd never even spoken to. But he couldn't help it. He was just a man, after all.

Satoru learned quickly. Look your way from his table. Look away. Look back. Realize he was staring, look away again too fast. Rinse and repeat.

He caught you looking, twice, three times, every single time. The first time your eyes actually met properly, you both snapped your heads away so fast it was a miracle neither of you pulled something.

He told himself he wasn't a coward. He just… He figured you'd say something eventually. You kept looking at him. And that meant something, right? You were practically telegraphing your interest! Which — was it interest though? What if you were staring only because he looked weird, hair a mess or some stain on his clothes —

Oh god.

OH GOD.

He wasn't great at reading people. So he decided to simply wait it out. His strategy was simple: exist in your general vicinity, look nice, and eventually you would come over and say something. He was not a coward. He wasn't, I swear!

Except you did not, in fact, say something.

You just kept staring at him like he was a jump scare and then violently burying your face back in your book, or your laptop, or your hands.

Your eyes betrayed you constantly. Do not look at him, you would tell yourself. You would look at him anyway. You would catch him glancing in your direction—chewing on the end of a stir stick, his glasses slipping slightly down his nose—and panic would seize your throat. You would snap your head away just to study the gluten-free muffins in the pastry case.

He would realize you caught him, and he’d immediately pretend to be so so engrossed in a completely blank stretch of the wall. Sometimes he’d accidentally bump his knees against the bottom of the table and the soft thump! followed by his quiet sigh would make you want to literally melt into your chair.

A lot of fleeting glances, a lot of unnecessary throat-clearing, and one very serious pep talk he gave himself in the bathroom mirror. But to no avail. 

So once you locked eyes again, you did that awkwardly, very pathetically, very often, he tried to be brave brave. He did this tiny, little nod, like a quick acknowledgment, a gentle, hesitant yes, I see you seeing me, hi hello.

You stared back at him with a blank, wide-eyed face of a person whose brain had simply ceased to operate. What the hell. Affectionately, of course.

His cheeks flushed, turning this soft, pretty pink.

Your cheeks flushed so hot you were surprised you weren't actively steaming.

He held the look for a beat, his expression so painfully hopeful, before you completely gave up, turned away like a loser, and snapped your gaze back to your mug. He deflated a little, pushing his glasses back up his nose with a quiet exhale. And here went his chance. Well, damn...

It was truly agonizing, if you ask me. It was the most physically painful, heart-fluttering, ridiculous thing to endure.

Satoru was too invested now, but entirely out of his depth. He kept coming back, genuinely believing every single day that this would be the day! you finally made the move, because surely you realized how cute he thought you were.

And you believed every single day—every single one—that this would be the day! he finally made the move, because surely he knew he was the most gorgeous man to ever walk into your life.

Yet every day, neither of you did. 

The panic just kept growing. Growing. Growing! And the respective crush along with it. 

Until a rainy Wednesday, exactly one month after he first walked in.

You were there, you always were. 

You didn't even need to look up to know. Your stomach did the thing, the fluttery one, that happened only when a specific six-foot-three man in glasses walked through the door.

Satoru got his order, sat at his usual table.

For the next hour, you fell into the build of your usual dance. You were actually working, doing okay, but your eyes kept drifting, always drifting. He caught you once or twice; you caught him twice or thrice. Your silent language. Settled into something almost comfortable. Something that made you look forward to coming here beside the actual coffee. A quiet, familiar routine noone had balls big enough to break. 

And then, he ruined it. By taking the leap again.

You glanced over, expecting him to be snapping his neck sideways. Instead, he was already looking right at you.

He visibly swallowed, sat up a little straighter, and risked to lift a hand off the table, offering a small, hesitant wave, accompanied by a soft, genuine smile that completely transformed his face. Breaking the stalemate, daring you to participate too.

Oh my. Your hand spasmed and in said hand was your mug with your latté. Your wrist ungracefully, unceremoniously jerked and enough espresso and oat milk splashed! over the rim to soak your notes and pool dangerously close to your laptop.

Humiliation hit your face like a freight train.

You couldn't find the courage to look up, if you did right now, you would literally expire on the spot. You grabbed a fistful of dry napkins, slapped them blindly over the puddle, and immediately started shoving your things into your bag.

Book? In. Laptop? Shoved. Dignity? Left in the puddle of dairy. Hotel? Trivago. (And I swear I will stop using this phrase. One day…)

You were packed and out of your chair in record time. The little bell chimed its cheery goodbye, and you noped the fuck out into the downtown crowd before you could actively perish from the secondhand embarrassment.

The air in the café suddenly felt completely different. Heavier. Emptier.

Satoru sat frozen in his chair, his hand still half-raised in that pathetic, brave little wave.

But you were fucking gone.

He lowered his hand, staring blankly at the empty chair you'd left behind. His heart hammered in his chest, but it wasn’t because of the fluttery panic of having a crush. No no. This was faaar more dreadful.

Oh no.

He had spooked you. He had tried to be brave, bravest either of you ever allowed yourselves to be, he had tried to just smile at you, and you had literally rather fled the premises.

Satoru buried his face in his hands, his glasses digging uncomfortably into his palms. 

Fuck, fuck. He didn't know your name, for fuck’s sake! He didn't know what you did for a living, or what you were always reading, or anything other than the fact that you had a sacred order and the cutest face he had ever seen.

He sat frozen to his spot with very icy, very ugly realization. What if you stop coming in because of him?

What if you were so so embarrassed that you will never come back to your wobbly little table? What if he had just ruined the one undeniably good thing about his week, all because he had spent a month staring at you like a coward, okay he is a coward he admits it okay?!, instead of just walking over and saying hello?

He furrowed his eyebrows as he eyed the soggy pile of soaked napkins as he sipped his own coffee. Tapped a finger against the ceramics. 

Next time.

Next time he was just going to walk over. That was it. That was the whole plan. Simple.

NEXT TIME!

Except, there almost wasn't a next time. And he cursed himself every time you didn’t show up. You didn't show up the day after, nor the day after that.

By the following week, Satoru was practically vibrating out of his skin. He went in every single day, just in case you broke your routine. But every single time he sat in the café alone, he almost convinced himself that he had ruined his own life by smiling too aggressively. Were his parents lying when they taught him to be nice to strangers?

But then you came back. Of course you came back. It’s your freaking café.

Yes, you had been avoiding it for almost a week, surviving on approximately seventeen different bathroom mirror pep talks and five different affirmation YouTube videos about how you were going to be completely, totally normal this time.

You will not stare! You will not spill a single drop of anything! You can drink a caffeinated beverage in the same zip code as a super hot guy in glasses. You can do this! You go girl!

You pushed the door open and he was there. Obviously, he was there. Why was he there.

You ordered your drink. But when you turned around to head to your cozy familiar corner, you froze.

Your table was taken. Some random-ass guy was sitting at your precious wobbly table, aggressively typing on a laptop. What the hell? Just your fucking luck. You stood in the middle of the café, clutching your mug, completely derailed. You scanned the room in a mild panic.

And the only open table left was... oh, God.

It was exactly one table away from Satoru.

It was closer than you had ever sat before. Closer than you would ever choose to sit. But you had no choice, though. You power-walked over like the big girl you were and practically threw yourself into the chair.

You were instantly off balance. You took out your book of the week, but you couldn't focus. You were so close now. Too close now.

You could feel the warmth radiating off him. You could smell his ridiculously good, subtle cologne. Something like cedar and clean laundry mixed with the scent of roasted beans. It was making you so, so pleasantly dizzy, or perhaps it was just him. You couldn’t really tell.

You both fell right back into the unspoken dance, but it was completely different now. More exposed. You looked. He looked. The usual betrayal of your eyes, but with the closeness dialed up to an utterly suffocating, heart-fluttering level. Every time he shifted in his seat, you felt it. Every time you shifted, he felt it. Hyperaware of every movement, of every breath taken, of him.

You decided to look sideways, properly, for the first time today.

And it locked. It held.

It was longer than usual, electric! and absolutely terrifying. You could feel your heartbeat in your throat, yet the warm flutter that spread from your stomach all over your body prevented you from chickening out right away. It felt too good. You were pleasantly stuck. You were curious. And you were maybe testing the waters, too.

His eyes started darting all over your face, as if searching for clues, checking if he would, could, should take it further, if you dared to look even longer. He oh-so-wanted to. Needed to.

But as those absurdly pretty blues softened, melting into something fond and undeniably sweet, your breath hitched. You completely panicked again. You broke the gaze, snapping your eyes down to your novel and bracing for the agonizing silence as a hot, deeply betraying flush spread all over your neck and hiked up all the way to your cheeks. 

Then, Satoru sighed.

It wasn't from disappointment, or from being angry. After all, he so proudly said next time, didn't he? And he understood that if anything, you were even more shy than him. He found it impossibly endearing.

It was a definitive, resolute sound, and you froze. You heard his chair being pushed back. Was he leaving because you were being such a coward again?

Then, a few soft footsteps closing the short distance between your respective tables.

A tall shadow fell over your table.

You slowly lifted your eyes and he was standing right there. Up close, he was somehow even taller—not imposing though, more like inviting. And his chest was rising and falling a little too fast.

He reached out with a shaking hand, grabbed the chair across from you, and pulled it out.

The tips of his ears went brilliantly pink. He rubbed the back of his neck, burying his hands into the sleeves of his sweater, but he didn't run away. Now or never, baby. Hail Mary. He sat down. Right across from you.

He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, looked you right in the eyes, and let out a long, shaky exhale.

"I, uh." A pause. He cleared his throat. Pushed his glasses up again even though he'd just done that. "Caught you staring." His ears somehow got pinker. He wanted to sound more confident, but oh well... "I MEAN—I was also—I've been staring. That's not—" A beat. He ducked his head slightly, peering at you through his long lashes. "Hi. Can I sit with you?"

What. You stared at him.

"...you're already sitting."

"Yeah." He let out a breathless, cute little laugh. "Is that okay?"

You eyed the way his broad shoulders were hunched inward, how he was practically holding his breath while he waited for your permission to stay. He had actually crossed the unspoken line between you, managed to completely fumble his opening line, and was now looking at you with wide, nervous eyes.

"Yeah," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "It's okay."

He smiled. A real one, wide and slightly crooked, and it did the thing to his face that made you always bite your lip, but up close it was somehow so much worse in the best way possible. He had dimples. Of course he had dimples.

"I'm Satoru," he said.

You told him your name. His smile just grew softer at the sound of it.

He reached over and stole the little glass sugar dispenser from the center of the table, turning it over in his hands like he desperately needed something to keep his fingers occupied.

Over the past week, Satoru had been planning, deciding how he would approach you. He had asked friends, scoured Reddit, and practically checked a freaking WikiHow on how to approach a cute girl in a café when you've both been mutually staring at each other. 

He hated all the cliché café-adjacent pick-up lines, but perhaps it was the gravity of your doe eyes, or perhaps he was just nervous. Either way, his mouth went on autopilot, asking with terrible casualness:

"You come here often?"

You looked at him.

He looked back, expectant, already cursing himself that his vocal cords had picked the absolute most ass question imaginable, but he tried to play it cool and you genuinely could not tell if he was joking or dead serious.

But this was the next time he had promised himself. And honestly, you had missed him over the week you spent caving at home. You thought about your café. Your corner. Your sacred table by the window that was currently occupied by a stranger who had no idea what he'd just accidentally done. Which you were currently thankful for. To Satoru. And to the stranger, too.

You picked up your coffee.

"Yeah," you said, a tiny, helpless smile finally breaking across your own face. As you decided that he meant it dead serious afterall. "Actually."

He looked unbearably pleased about this. You looked out the window so he wouldn't see just how hard you were blushing.

Then you thought about this table. This one, right here. The one that wasn’t yours, nor his.

But as Satoru stretched his long legs out and his knees accidentally bumped gently against yours under the wood and neither of you pulled away you realized that maybe, just maybe, this table might just become yours. Both of yours.

── Divider from muerdida!

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I do this thing when I read a fic where I like double tap everytime I like a sentence or the fic makes me actually feel a little giddy.

I did that a minimum of 9 times while reading this.

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One Day

Higuruma x Reader angst

TW: Mentions of wanting to start a family

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Higuruma is not a perfect man. Though, in his defence, he never promised to be perfect. Loving you in sickness and in health, supporting you through all of your shortcomings, for richer and for poorer—those are all things that he had promised. And, technically, he kept those promises.

When you were sick he made you soup. When you expressed that work was getting harder and your mental health was suffering he funded your therapy while you took a month off of work. When you had returned to work he hadn't asked for a cent to repay him for therapy. He was truly an amazing husband. But not perfect.

See, recently, you had noticed a shift in your husband. Not loud or obvious, just a small and gradual withdrawal. Coming to bed later—often when you were already asleep; bringing more work home from the office; and, after a while, spending less and less time with you. It wasn't deliberate. In fact, if you asked your husband he would be confused and clueless to his own actions. That didn't make them hurt any less.

Before now, the change had been tolerable. Sure, you'd been having less date nights, but your relationship was not solely based on material things. You enjoyed Higuruma's company, regardless of whether you were eating at a fancy restaurant or simply sitting with him while he worked at home. So that became your routine. For a few months now. He'd get home from work with takeout for you both, or you'd cook dinner for when he arrived, and together you'd eat in his office while he went over cases. It was comfortable. It was familiar. It was routine.

Higuruma liked routine.

Which is why you were so confused when suddenly he started coming home and shutting himself in his office, alone. Sometimes you were brave enough to knock on the door and slip inside, but he'd started asking you to leave, retaliating how important his job is and how he can't afford to be distracted. Being a good partner, you'd nod, give him a smile and go back to your shared bedroom to read or get an early night of sleep.

You hadn't realised how much it was affecting you until the second week of being shut out. Another quiet dismissal that wasn't meant to be malicious but hit you in the chest either way. Determined to not further stress Higuruma, you made your way to the kitchen, flicking the switch on the kettle to brew two cups of chamomile tea.

The kitchen was simple, sleek and modern, open plan, large. Higuruma had got it upgraded a few years back, making a comment about how a house should have enough space for a family to grow. That comment had been the first spark of hope. After that a nursery had been built, baby clothes packed into drawers ready for the first child the two of you would have.

Higuruma knew how badly you wanted a child. Understood how crucial family was to you. You'd moved across the country for him after your marriage, left behind your family and since fallen out of touch with them. But it was okay. Because Higuruma had promised you that he'd give you a family. Your own children to care for and love. An adorable mixture of your features and his. And Higuruma never broke a promise. Never.

So, what if it's been two years since the promise was made, so what if it hadn't been discussed in months… You knew in your heart that he remembered. And you knew that he loved you enough to make good on his promise. He isn't perfect. But he isn't a liar.

Once the tea has brewed you're pulled out of your thoughts, carrying one cup up to Higuruma who barely grunts as you place it on his desk and make yourself sparse again. Normally you'd drink your tea in bed, but the summer heat is lingering in the nights now, so instead you grab a thin blanket and make your way out to your back porch. Alongside you trails your tabby cat Lilo. A small cat, barely a year old, a rescue that Higuruma had brought home last month when you mentioned feeling a little lonely.

You take a seat on your porch swing, feet tucked up beside you as you sip your tea. Lilo hops up beside you, curling up on the blanket and purring contently. It's peaceful here. No court documents or case files in your line of sight. No serious business being discussed. Your shoulders relax (how long had they been tense?) as your gaze trails to the garden.

100 square-metres of grass, large enough for Lilo to comfortably traipse around like the princess she is as she examines the trees in the daytime. At night she prefers to curl up beside you, watching the wildlife that ventures into your plot. On the right-hand side of the garden is a play set. Simple, not too large: a small slide, a single swing, and a rope ladder connected to monkey bars.

You remember the day that he'd bought it. When the hopes for a family were more alive. The excitement on his face was palpable, he'd built it the same day that he'd bought it, cursing and grumbling under his breath at the confusing instructions and the lack of photos. Meanwhile, you'd stood beside him listing off baby name ideas, helping him immensely by keeping his spirits high.

You'd painted it together the following week. A pale blue for the wooden frame, white bars on the monkey bars, white rope replacing the original rope ladder, and a rainbow for the slide. It's magical, perfect to feed the imagination of children. You'd both spent days finding perfect names for your future children: Hanako for a girl, or Haru for a boy. You'd already grown connected to the names, each sending photos to each other when you saw items in stores with those names, drinks bottles, door signs, teddies, novelty Christmas ornaments.

The last time he'd sent you one of those photos was 14 months ago. Your mind had subconsciously kept track.

Now, the play set stands before you, paint worn from weather, wood still damp from this afternoon's rain. Plastic shines where it should be worn from little feet standing, climbing, sliding, and sitting. No fingerprints mar the metal of the monkey bars, no shoes have scratched the slide, no hands have dirtied and worn the rope ladder. It stands perfect where it should be worn, and worn where it should be perfect.

Children are yet to use the magical play set; no princesses, princes, or monarchs have swung across a lava river on the monkey bars, or escaped a dragon on the slide. No games of tag have been played. No adventures taken place. No bug hotels built. Just one worn play set, waiting to be loved, and one person waiting for their husband to be ready for the next step.

But you can wait. You can wait…

Right?

Of course you can. You're patient, and kind, and loyal, and you love Higuruma.

You can-

A fox explores your garden in the darkness; you can just make out the swish of its tail. Yourself and Lilo stay perfectly still as to not spook to animal. You watch as the small creature sniffs at the swing and the rope ladder before hesitantly placing a paw on one wooden ladder step leading to the slide. Your breath hitches briefly as it uses the step to launch itself onto the slide, the ladder rung snapping from the fox’s weight combined with the erosion of the material from harsh autumns, cold winters, and unforgiving rainy springs.

The feelings that you'd kept deep beneath the surface hit you all at once.

The play set had outlived your hopes of starting a family. The structure had been built and broken before you'd even had the chance to photograph your children laughing on the swing. Tears roll down your cheeks as imagined scenarios evaporate. Hopes of first steps, first laughs, first play times all vanishing like they'd never appeared in the first place. You knew now, you'd likely never be a parent. Higuruma is in no rush to be a father. He has a child already, his work. And you…

You have him.

Higuruma found you outside hours later. Your tears had dried and in his exhaustion he didn't notice the detachment in your expression. He simply sat beside you, where Lilo had been before she pottered off around the garden.

Part of you hopes that he'll notice your sadness, that he'll sense that something's wrong. But he seems happy to just sit in silence.

So, you speak first.

"Romi," you start softly, "Are we ever going to have a family?"

"One day, my love," He replies simply.

One day.

You could wait.

You'd wait forever.

One day…

A/N: Came up with this because I needed to cry :)

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Bad News and Bad Reviews

Toxic!Toji x Toxic!Reader

Synopsis: You've heard all the bad news about your partner and received plenty of bad reviews from your exes, but when it comes to your relationship with Toji Fushiguro, you're both like addicts who just can't quit.

A/N: So proud of this, it's literally my baby. This fic explores a toxic relationship in which reader and Toji are both toxic. Can you tell that I didn't want to write about kissing 'nd shit 😭. If that isn't your vibe, don't read.

Tags: Angst, Hurt/Kinda Comfort, Toxic dynamic (this is not a healthy relationship), Reader shoves Toji (again I do not think that this is okay or healthy),

Word count: 2341

Toji Fushiguro is your boyfriend. At least, today he is. Everyone knows that his title could change at any given minute. This week you’re celebrating, you’ve only broken up twice in the past four days, and you hadn’t argued when you had your study date this afternoon. To anyone else that seems like the bare minimum, but in your relationship, you’re practically back in the honeymoon phase. 

The celebration starts with you walking into the frat party hand in hand. And it ends pretty much as soon as it begins. See, you and Toji are completely monogamous. You’re in a committed relationship. Cheating is a betrayal of the highest standard. And yet, whenever either of you are feeling neglected, it’s what you immediately fall back on. Which is why you’re not exactly shocked by the scene in front of you. 

Barely separated from you for five minutes, Toji has made his way across the room to the campus’ “It Couple”, Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru. Geto is holding a drink containing some mysterious blue liquid with his other arm around Gojo’s shoulders. Gojo is stood between Geto and your boyfriend looking extremely flustered as your man leans in to whisper something in his ear. You watch as a smirk tugs on Toji’s lips, mirroring Geto’s. 

Two feelings bubble in your chest. The first one, the one that almost makes you giggle, is that it’s a little hot seeing your man teasing ‘the strongest guy on campus’. The other feeling is rage. Unrivalled jealousy that overflows, making your shoulders tense and your jaw clench.  

Steam practically pours out of your ears as you search for the perfect revenge. You find it in the form of the six-foot something hulk of a man that Toji calls his best friend. Ryomen Sukuna. Campus flirt who doesn’t care if the girl he sleeps with has a girlfriend. You deliberately sway your hips as you walk over, though you don’t need to. Honestly, the man’s had his eyes on you since Toji came home from your first date, and you haven’t exactly discouraged his advances. 

Months of flirting, hair twirling, joking, and sharing secrets come down to this moment. This moment, with his lips on yours, your hand tugging on his pink hair. His hands are on your waist, occasionally squeezing to make you giggle. It’s all heat, no real feelings, just a girl seeking revenge and a guy hoping that he’ll get laid. Toji, and his little stunt with Gojo and Geto, are completely forgotten as you let Sukuna devour you. 

Well, at least until a strong hand wraps around your wrist and pulls you away. You don’t need to look at Toji to know that he’s mad. The way that he pulls you to the back porch speaks for itself. You’re expecting an argument, they’ve become your only form of communication in recent weeks. What you aren’t expecting is the way that he spits at the ground in front of you. 

“Okay, Toji, that’s just gross!” 

“Oh, I’m sorry, princess, you just didn’t seem too worried about germs when you had my best friend’s tongue halfway down your throat. I swear, you’re such a fucking slut, whoring yourself out to anyone who pays you any attention.” 

“Well maybe if you paid me some attention-” 

“Don’t turn this on me. You’re constantly doing this shit.” 

“So are you! God, if I had a penny for every time you flirted with Gojo, I could dump your sorry ass!” 

“We’ve talked about that. It isn’t cheating babe. I’m not gay. It’s just... experimenting. Everyone experiments in college.” 

Your eyes roll at the pathetic excuse. Toji knows that you’re not mad that he’s kissed a guy. You’re an asshole but you’re not homophobic (gotta draw the line somewhere I guess). 

“It is cheating, Toji! Your closeted ass is just too much of a coward to come out!” 

“I’m not having this conversation with you again!” 

You watch as the vein on his forehead becomes more prominent before he yells “I’m so fucking done with you!” 

He’s expecting tears, an apology, for you to beg for forgiveness. But instead, he watches as you raise an eyebrow, cross your arms, and say “Do me a favour and leave me then.” 

An uncomfortable silence settles around you, the air thick with your fury, as you step towards the black haired man. You press a hand to his shoulder and shove him backwards. “Is that what you’re gonna do, Toji? You gonna leave me?” You step towards him with every shove that you give him.  

Behind you, the screen door opens before Toji can reply. Gojo stands in the doorway, deliberately ignoring the tension to say “Truth or Dare? Shoko stole these cards from her roommate.” 

It’s almost comical how quickly you both change your moods. Because not even five minutes later you’re sat in the kitchen beside Toji, leant into his side and occasionally pressing kisses to his jaw and cheek. No one questions this, this is beyond normal for the two of you. 

The game begins and you observe for a while, watching your friends embarrass themselves. You’re sat between Toji and Shoko, occasionally giggling with the girl about the stupid events of the last frat party and how calm this one seems in comparison. The cards that she had stolen were stereotypical ‘truth or drink’ and ‘dare or drink’ questions. Gojo gives Geto a strip tease as you and Shoko cheer loudly; Choso takes a shot rather than revealing whether or not he’s still a virgin; Shoko admits to hooking up with Gojo in first year, stating that is ‘really confirmed that I’m gay’; Geto lets Choso pierce his ear with a sewing needle, and the crescendo dare, Toji has to ‘kiss the person to his left’ - a.k.a Ryomen Sukuna.  

The group cheer again and you mumble to Shoko that this is your ‘favourite forbidden yaoi’. Clearly your voice wasn’t quiet enough because Toji glares at you when he breaks the kiss, while his best friend simply winks at you. Your boyfriend chucks two cards your way, letting you choose between truth or dare. You choose truth, assuming it’ll be safer. 

“What song describes your current relationship?” 

Something shifts in the room as the group prepare for a fight between yourself and Toji. But instead, you choose to do some damage control. 

“Oh, easy. Juno for sure.” 

The smirk on your boyfriend’s face makes it clear that you’d made the right call. As he pulls you back into his side, you catch Sukuna rolling his eyes. Choso blushes across the table, choking on his drink as he realises what song you were talking about, and Geto gags dramatically. 

The party had ended hours ago but you’re still here. With him. In his bed. After your smooth answer in truth or dare you and Toji had floated back to a loud but happy state, flirting, kissing, scaring Choso out of his pure, innocent mind. It was inevitable, Toji Fushiguro is like a drug. And you are well and truly hooked. 

Currently, your monster of a boyfriend was sprawled on top of you, buzzing from the way you had complimented his skills in the bedroom. His hands are on your waist, holding you in place, not with love, but more like he’s trying to stop you from escaping. His lips are attached to your neck and while you should be present in the moment, you had zoned out quite a while ago.  

Occasionally, you let out little hums to keep him happy, but really you’re trying to decide what colour you should get your nails painted. Probably blue, maybe red. Toji hates red. That’ll be funny. 

You’re snapped out of your thoughts when Toji’s hands start travelling downwards. You could tell him to stop, say you’re not in the mood. But that would be too easy. So instead, you glare and shove him away. The look he sends you is confused and a little hurt but you just go back to studying your nails. 

The mattress shifts as Toji rolls to face away from you, muttering the word “prude” under his breath. His disappointment doesn’t last long as you hear his heavy snores within minutes. You close your own eyes and try to sleep, but peace doesn’t find you. Instead, your mind flicks back to your truth or dare question. 

“What song describes your current relationship?” 

Juno obviously worked. It was seemingly the obvious choice. 

But... 

Bad reviews works so much better. 

I’ve heard all the bad news and the bad reviews, couple bad gut feelings, well, I’ve had them too. 

Rumours from before you started dating Toji run through your mind. 

‘He’s got a new girl everyday’ 

‘He gets irrationally angry’ 

‘He’ll break you’ 

You’d ignored them, assuming the girls were just jealous exes. And I mean, you weren’t exactly well-renowned before Fushiguro. In fact, most of your exes hate you now. 

‘You’re crazy’ 

‘You have no self-respect.’ 

‘I can’t be with someone who needs to control every aspect of my life.’ 

In the past, you’d chalked these bad reviews up to your exes not being able to handle you. Much like Toji’s exes, you assumed that they were bitter. 

Maybe your first date should have been the wake up call. You definitely had a bad gut feeling at that cafe. 

You had argued about everything. What to order, who would pay, whose place to go back to afterwards. There was no indication that things would ever go smoothly between the pair of you. 

Toji had spent the date very obviously ogling you. Sure, your top had been deliberately low-cut, but he was shameless with it, staring without any hesitation.  

You’d felt no connection. At all. The man sat opposite you in that cafe could have been any other man. To you he was just someone to fill the void that you hoped could healed by a relationship. 

Been alone for so long, I’ve got something to prove. If I close and eye, it’s almost like your red flags are blue. 

It’d been a year since your last real relationship when you met Toji. Sure, you’d had hook ups and pointless flings, but your mother was getting on at you now. You had just entered your final year of college, and your mother decided that it was prime time to ask when you were going to settle down. So you asked him out. And even though the date was disastrous, you kept seeing him to keep your mother off of your back. It was wrong, and you were leading him on, but he didn’t truly care. He used it as an opportunity to cheat. If you got mad, he’d just throw it in your face that you didn’t love him and he ‘felt lonely’. 

You’re aware of Toji’s red flags. He has a plethora of them. 

He shouts 

He insults you 

He cheats 

He’s cold one minute and all over you the next 

He buys you endless gifts and showers you with affection, and then he’ll neglect you for a week. 

But you can live with that. You can live with all of it. I mean, it’s no different from your parents’ relationship. You’ve been raised around the yelling, and drinking, and fighting. You’d prayed that they’d get divorced. But they stayed together. And isn’t that what love is about?  Staying, even when it hurts? 

You’d just learned about postmemory for an essay on your course. You didn’t understand it fully, but what you did know was that it involved a parent or two parents passing on trauma to their children from their own lived experiences. 

Maybe that’s what this was. You’d grown up around it, so it’s what you believed love was. The red flags were blaringly red in front of your face. But they were familiar and they felt weirdly safe. Rather than feeling like a cloth in front of a bull, the red was more like a strawberry. A little sour, and weird in texture, but nice overall. 

I’m intentionally careless, at least I got self awareness. 

You’re aware that you aren’t innocent in this relationship. 

You don’t think before speaking 

You lose Toji’s things: his hoodies, his keys, his headphones 

You flirt with other people at the first sign of Toji pulling away. 

But you acknowledge these flaws. So it’s okay. Right? That’s how it works, right?

Just want someone to love me who doesn’t 

A loud snore temporarily brings you out of your thoughts, and your gaze falls to the man beside you. He’s sleeping peacefully, his back to you. You feel well and truly empty. Why couldn’t you be in a relationship with someone you love, and someone who loves you back? Oh well, you always loved a challenge.

All the friends tryna save me, well, I, I cut them loose. 

Since dating Fushiguro your amount of friends had halved. Girls who you used to call your sisters had pulled away, exhausted of trying to help you, just for you to ignore their advice and get yourself hurt again. Shoko had given up trying, but you still saw the way her jaw would tense when Toji started shouted. Geto had taken Toji’s side, you can’t remember the last time he spoke to you. 

Still I choose to be in love with you. 

Your gaze drifts back to Toji and you can’t help the smile that tugs on your lips. You gently move towards him and nestle against his back. He hums but doesn’t push you away. In that moment, it feels worth it. All of your flaws, all of his. You can cope with them. You’d rather be broken together than healed and alone.

If your parents could stay together, so could you.  

You had to.  

Because if you leave then you have to admit that you were wrong about him. 

And if he leaves you then you have to admit that you’re flawed. 

And you aren’t sure which is worse anymore.

A/N: Okay first of all: I'm gonna define postmemory cus I realise it's not a commonly known thing. Postmemory is a term coined by Marianne Hirsch that essentially describes the relationship between a teaumatic events and the children of the people who experienced the trauma. (e.g. In Alison Bechdel's Fun Home her mother was married to a closeted gay man who was also an awful person. As a result she didn't have a positive reaction to Alison coming out as a lesbian and Alison learned self-censorship from a young age).

Second of all: I am so proud of this fic. When I came up with the idea in January I immediately told sixxels (of course I did) and it has lived in my mind rent free since then. The plan for this was insane and also just so fun to create. This is my favourite idea to date.

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'He's like you... but cuter'

Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer, became your boyfriend around a year ago. There had been no major issues in your relationship, small fights, but nothing detrimental to your connection. But now you were reaching a point that Gojo had dreaded, the kids talk.

Despite popular belief, Gojo did not want to be a parent. He loved kids, and he had thoroughly enjoyed raising Megumi and mentoring his other students. But he had seen too much. The kids he had nurtured had been damaged in irreversible ways, and he was not risking the same for his own hypothetical children.

These views were not shared by his previous partners. Most had left him after the 'I don't want kids' chat, so he was prepared for the worst.

He wasn't prepared for you to shrug and go 'That's okay. Can we get a pet though?' Well, who was he to deny his favourite person?

So here you are at the rescue centre (rescue animals, guys), listening to Gojo's complaints about different animals. Dogs get too loud, cats aren't affectionate enough, hamsters die traumatically, guinea pigs get lonely, snakes are creepy, birds poo everywhere, and rabbits…

He'd ruled out rabbits immediately. Too hairy, too energetic, too skittish, too everything.

Apparently, none of that had gotten through to you as you stare at a white buy, giggling to yourself. The bunny was young, 3 months, according to the information on the door to his pen. The bunny is a perfect snow white with adorable blue eyes. To you, he's perfect.

To Gojo, he's a nuisance at best. A pest at worst.

So here you are at the rescue centre (rescue animals, guys), listening to Gojo's complaints about different animals. Dogs get too loud, cats aren't affectionate enough, hamsters die traumatically, guinea pigs get lonely, snakes are creepy, birds poo everywhere, and rabbits…

He'd ruled out rabbits immediately. Too hairy, too energetic, too skittish, too everything.

Apparently, none of that had gotten through to you as you stare at a white buy, giggling to yourself. The bunny was young, 3 months, according to the information on the door to his pen. The bunny is a perfect snow white with adorable blue eyes. To you, he's perfect.

To Gojo, he's a nuisance at best. A pest at worst.

'No, no way. We are not getting him-'

'Toru, he looks like you!' You interrupt with a pout. 'He's like you… but cuter!'

'What do you mean 'cuter' than me?!'

'He's fluffy!'

'He'll shed.'

'He's cuddly!'

'So am I!'

'He'll stop me from getting lonely when you're on a mission!'

That statement alone is how you ended up cuddling a little white bunny on the drive back home, the back of the car full of new pet supplies, all of course paid for by Gojo.

'God damn menace,' you heard him mumble, but you saw his smirk when you kissed the bunny. Maybe rabbits aren't all bad after all.

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hair color:

favorite color:

favorite drink:

one thing you love about yourself:

if you could be any animal, what would you be?

dream place to visit:

what's one thing you're looking forward to right now?

your biggest dream:

song that's permanently on your repeat:

10 people i'd like to get to know better tag game

• hair color — brownish-ish black. still fading from when I died it a deep red

• favorite color — pink, light blue, and black !!

• favorite drink — passion fruit/mango lemonade is literally my kryptonite

• one thing you love about yourself — the way I think about and process things.

• if you could be any animal, what would you be ? AN OTTER. they’re so freaking cuteeeee ☹️☹️

• dream place to visit — italy or countryside of france

• what's one thing you're looking forward to right now? MY MF BDAYYYYYY (which is today 😋)

• your biggest dream — to find pure happiness and hold onto it, and be rich asf

• song that's permanently on your repeat — too many to say. imma do a top 3 of just this week alone

follow me x rochelle jordan

rent free x sailorrr

I just died x amerie

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Well, this fun! Thank you for the tag, my love!

ℋ𝒶𝒾𝓇 𝒞ℴ𝓁ℴ𝓇༯ a very deep almost black-brown with blue chunky highlights(literally just had red last week😭)

ℱ𝒶𝓋ℴ𝓇𝒾𝓉ℯ 𝒞ℴ𝓁ℴ𝓇༯ Red & Pink.

ℱ𝒶𝓋ℴ𝓇𝒾𝓉ℯ 𝒹𝓇𝒾𝓃𝓀: Most sparkling water & lemonade/ strawberry lemonade.

𝒪𝓃ℯ 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝒶𝒷ℴ𝓊𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇𝓈ℯ𝓁𝒻༯ My ability to read intentions and attitudes

ℐ𝒻 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒸ℴ𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒷ℯ 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓂𝒶𝓁 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌ℴ𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒷ℯ༯ A snake or Panther.

𝒜 𝒹𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓂 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸ℯ 𝓉ℴ 𝓋𝒾𝓈𝒾𝓉༯ Thailand, Vietnam, & Italy.

𝒪𝓃ℯ 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓁ℴℴ𝓀𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒻ℴ𝓇𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝓉ℴ 𝓇𝓃༯ Going to the Orlando metro area with my man and my best friend.

𝒴ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝒾ℊℊℯ𝓈𝓉 𝒹𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓂༯ Fulfillment, meaning, and peace. Also to become an actress but also a figure for other black women and guide us till I can't anymore.

𝒮ℴ𝓃ℊ 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝓅ℯ𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓃ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓁𝓎 ℴ𝓃 𝓇ℯ𝓅ℯ𝒶𝓉༯ I literally can't choose but artist that I'm rarely gonna skip are: Miguel, Beyoncé, Megan Thee Stallion, Iyla, & Arctic Moneys.

𝒯𝒶ℊ𝓈(np)🏷 @foryuiwill, @pyraomen, @cravemyhoney, @mtcloudsworld, @heavenlypining, @ipodr4ve, & @msnoirgirl.

[mtcloudsworld]

Thank you for the tag beautiful! 💖

Okay so boom!

hair color: brown

favorite color: lavender

favorite drink: pineapple fanta

one thing you love about yourself: my drive for determination, even if it means tiring myself out

if you could be any animal, what would you be?: a panda

dream place to visit: Tokyo japan

what's one thing you're looking forward to right now?: my new job! THANK GOD!

your biggest dream: to find peace and stability.

Song that's permanently on your repeat: I have too many so...

Crash out by Tinashe

Hot yoga by Domani

Kehlani by Kehlani

And all pride aside by kwn

npt: @jellywrites1218 @kimmylikesthemall @hon3y0logy @blond3ang3l @ibuprofein @honeysmoonave @ravenndiaries @soleantoinette @sugurusladyknightt @corsetdevious @aizawash0e

[sugurusladyknightt]

yippee thank you for the tag cutie ‎

𓏲 hair colour: brown

𓏲 favourite colour(s): maroons & purples

𓏲 favourite drink(s): green tea and & mango juice mm

𓏲 one thing you love about yourself: my resilience:>

𓏲 if you could be any animal, what would you be? hmm idk a cat maybe or a unicorn!!

𓏲 dream place to visit: so many! i'd like to travel to as many places in the world as i can

𓏲 one thing you're looking forward to right now? going to sleep nod nod

𓏲 my biggest dream: contentment w myself & the life ill live

𓏲 song permanently on your repeat: hmmm idk tho the last song i listened to was goodbye, my danish sweetheart by mitski

npt!! @satorus-princess @decay1ngstatic @elysian-chaos @moviecritc @yorikae @sugurusbadhabit @macbethinchains @sukunahs @literaila @uhnosav & anyone who'd like to join :p

[sugurusbadhabit]

thank you for the tag nae 🫶

hair color: i have a split dye, one side is my natural brown the other side is pink and green

favorite colors: pink and green (shocker, i know)

favorite drink: big fan of ice water

one thing you love about yourself: my own sense of humor, i genuinely believe i’m the funniest person on the planet

if you could be any animal, what would you be: a chihuahua specifically owned by myself or my husband. we love our little ratdogs 🫶

dream place to visit: i’ve always wanted to go to new zealand, ireland and greece

one thing you’re looking forward to right now: i’m going to the beach tomorrow!

my biggest dream: i’d love to own an animal rescue 🥺

song permanently on repeat: currently summer disease by millington

no pressure tags: @satorusdollie @satorusdreamer @hotties4gojo @satoruined @lunarkyn @oporotheca @iamsoclone @serpenttine @plaguecxlt @siennayaps + whoever would like to join

[serpenttine]

omg ur hair is so cool wtf??!????!

hair colour : dyed the blackest black

fav colour : i don’t really have one but i like how red looks on me 😵‍💫

fav drink : protein milk latte flavour mmnnnmmn

if you could be any animal : take a guess ( a snake ) ( durr )

one thing you love about yourself : i don’t tolerate disrespect

dream place to visit : thailand, italy, japan, france (i’ve been 2 paris once already but would love to go again )

one thing you’re looking forward to right now : getting a break from the city and going on a camping trip with friends!!

my biggest dream : find the courage (and money..) to move to the other side of the world

song permanently on repeat : everything she wants by wham

npt: @kireampie @sugurusbeloved @6x-x9

[6x-x9]

thank you for the tag lovely @serpenttine

hair color: naturally brown-black (very black only brown in the sun)

favorite color : green

favorite drink : homemade cacoa tea

one thing you love about yourself : my communication skills

if you could be any animal, what would you be? : I'd be a raven

dream place to visit : Barbados, all the lovely lovely beaches

what's one thing you're looking forward to right now? : going out and spending time with my family tomorrow

your biggest dream : to not be scared of new things

song that's permanently on your repeat : 1, 2 step by ciara

𔘓 npts : @mimimochis @yummidumplingss @liahcharms @lostinsmut @sugurusplaything @satoriee @toruii @blu-goingdark @neotoru @torupng @aliienangel @fukiouh @kamoslover @paninsoup @hangenism @feyrinnn @azarianfalkner @sky-lemonade @revolvingsaturn @bearlovestea @sugurusbeloved @sukunahs 𔘓

[torupng]

thank you for the tag @6x-x9 !! ily<3

hair color: naturally light brown, dyed black.

favorite color: teal/sea green/maroon red.

favorite drink: white mocha iced coffee or red bull mojito

one thing you love about yourself: my rationality

if you could be any animal: a wolf most likely

dream place to visit: japan

one thing you’re looking forward to: seeing my friends + watching brand new day

biggest dream: becoming a videogame concept artist

song permanently on repeat: kuchuburanko by plastic tree

no pressure tags !! : @kamislop @waltzingphantoms @oncasette @liahcharms @luviery @vianawaits @1nsignia @mayhemi @brinawing @bloomcissa @bloomflix @rengoatku @toruii @tokkushin + anyone who wants to participate

[liahcharms]

Waaah thank you @6x-x9 and @torupng 🌷 I have missed a few games you tagged me at so it’s my time to shine…

hair color: light blonde

favourite color: baby pink, black, baby blue (it fits my eyes hehe 🧿👄🧿)

favourite drink: anything elderflower and lavender flavoured, mainly tea 🍵

one thing you love about yourself: my filthy yet rich mind

if you could be any animal: a tiger🐯

dream place to visit: New Orleans and Oregon

one thing you’re looking forward to: getting my satosugu tattoo on Wednesday UGHH

biggest dream: becoming a professor in Chinese history and literature (I’m applying to PhD next year hehe)

song permanently on repeat: „Who’s Lovin’ You” by Jackson 5

pressure tags 🌷 :: @kamislop @nanamissweetgirl @pillsatoru @tojidihcheese @lilithkleia @yoonsucks @soupydumplings @honeyoftheisle @sugurusplaything @suganoms @aliienangel @moviecritc @suganoms @satoriee @satolune @vngelisse @bearlovestea @jiyuspassion @xchosos-wifex @jazzthatonewriterchick ~ and sure I thought about someone ugh, everyone is invited!

[satoriee]

thank you for the tag @6x-x9 @rengoatku (i saw 👁️) & @liahcharms !! storing everything in my mind palace <3

hair color: blue (i was born like this trust me)

favorite color: b…blue. second place goes to green, third place is for porpol (º﹃º)

favorite drink: a cold redbull will do it for me every time, but also big water enthusiast over here 💧

one thing you love about yourself: i’d like to think i’m pretty emotionally intelligent

if you could be any animal: a fox or a cat 🐈‍⬛

dream place to visit: though a dream of mine is to travel as much as i can, Japan still seems like this faraway, unattainable place

one thing you’re looking forward to right now: visiting my home country #nostalgia

biggest dream: idk i just want to feel at peace

song permanently on repeat: here i am by the hellp (currently!)

🏷️ no pressure tags: @ac1dmeow @faerieschronicles @16spades @gyarujo @fayelero @fukiouh @yorikae @neotoru @cinnamongirlsev @grotesquevi @lesmerri @yutootired @sugurusplaything @yummidumplingss @kireampie @lilithkleia @keistriction @macbethinchains @purrtoru @vngelisse @polaroidsex @purrtoru + anyone who’d like to join !!

[fukiouh]

tysm for the tags @satoriee and @6x-x9, luv u <333

hair color: brown

favorite color: everything pink!

favorite drink: probably kombucha, preferably home made!

one thing you love about yourself: that i usually dgaf about most things

if you could be any animal, what would you be? a cow, cows are total baddies

dream place to visit: Japan and China!

what's one thing you're looking forward to right now? uhhh, short-term, probably my trip to Ireland. long-term, definitely starting my Master's!!

your biggest dream: to be so rich and comfy that the only things i have to focus on are my hobbies

song that's permanently on your repeat: currently Drunk on Halloween by Wallows

🏷️ npt: @itsnika , @kashimochi , @satorussolace , @satorusdreamer , @gojopied , @vilsoo , @xstars-alignedx + anyone who wants to join!

[xstars-alignedx]

thank you so much for the tag sabina!!

hair colour - brown (soon to be blonde and purple 🤞)

favourite colour - any shade of purple but I currently really love plum

favourite drink - cherry pepsi max (inject it into me if I ever lose the ability to drink)

one thing you love about yourself - my ability to just keep going even when it's hard

if you could be any animal, what would you be? - i love frogs but I'd probably be like a bunny so I could just be cute and eat carrots and lettuce all day

dream place to visit - Brisbane

what's one thing you're looking forward to right now? - working for the next three weeks to be out of my house

you biggest dream - to get my masters (in a few years not rn) or to pay off my parents' debt

song that's permanently on your repeat - bad news and bad reviews

No pressure tags (sorry if anyone has already been tagged): @ackpplepie @blu-goingdark @lilithkleia @kireampie @kamislop @ketamiis @lemonswirlss + anyone who wants to join!

[xstars-alignedx]

One Day

Higuruma x Reader angst

TW: Mentions of wanting to start a family

1.5 words

Higuruma is not a perfect man. Though, in his defence, he never promised to be perfect. Loving you in sickness and in health, supporting you through all of your shortcomings, for richer and for poorer—those are all things that he had promised. And, technically, he kept those promises.

When you were sick he made you soup. When you expressed that work was getting harder and your mental health was suffering he funded your therapy while you took a month off of work. When you had returned to work he hadn't asked for a cent to repay him for therapy. He was truly an amazing husband. But not perfect.

See, recently, you had noticed a shift in your husband. Not loud or obvious, just a small and gradual withdrawal. Coming to bed later—often when you were already asleep; bringing more work home from the office; and, after a while, spending less and less time with you. It wasn't deliberate. In fact, if you asked your husband he would be confused and clueless to his own actions. That didn't make them hurt any less.

Before now, the change had been tolerable. Sure, you'd been having less date nights, but your relationship was not solely based on material things. You enjoyed Higuruma's company, regardless of whether you were eating at a fancy restaurant or simply sitting with him while he worked at home. So that became your routine. For a few months now. He'd get home from work with takeout for you both, or you'd cook dinner for when he arrived, and together you'd eat in his office while he went over cases. It was comfortable. It was familiar. It was routine.

Higuruma liked routine.

Which is why you were so confused when suddenly he started coming home and shutting himself in his office, alone. Sometimes you were brave enough to knock on the door and slip inside, but he'd started asking you to leave, retaliating how important his job is and how he can't afford to be distracted. Being a good partner, you'd nod, give him a smile and go back to your shared bedroom to read or get an early night of sleep.

You hadn't realised how much it was affecting you until the second week of being shut out. Another quiet dismissal that wasn't meant to be malicious but hit you in the chest either way. Determined to not further stress Higuruma, you made your way to the kitchen, flicking the switch on the kettle to brew two cups of chamomile tea.

The kitchen was simple, sleek and modern, open plan, large. Higuruma had got it upgraded a few years back, making a comment about how a house should have enough space for a family to grow. That comment had been the first spark of hope. After that a nursery had been built, baby clothes packed into drawers ready for the first child the two of you would have.

Higuruma knew how badly you wanted a child. Understood how crucial family was to you. You'd moved across the country for him after your marriage, left behind your family and since fallen out of touch with them. But it was okay. Because Higuruma had promised you that he'd give you a family. Your own children to care for and love. An adorable mixture of your features and his. And Higuruma never broke a promise. Never.

So, what if it's been two years since the promise was made, so what if it hadn't been discussed in months… You knew in your heart that he remembered. And you knew that he loved you enough to make good on his promise. He isn't perfect. But he isn't a liar.

Once the tea has brewed you're pulled out of your thoughts, carrying one cup up to Higuruma who barely grunts as you place it on his desk and make yourself sparse again. Normally you'd drink your tea in bed, but the summer heat is lingering in the nights now, so instead you grab a thin blanket and make your way out to your back porch. Alongside you trails your tabby cat Lilo. A small cat, barely a year old, a rescue that Higuruma had brought home last month when you mentioned feeling a little lonely.

You take a seat on your porch swing, feet tucked up beside you as you sip your tea. Lilo hops up beside you, curling up on the blanket and purring contently. It's peaceful here. No court documents or case files in your line of sight. No serious business being discussed. Your shoulders relax (how long had they been tense?) as your gaze trails to the garden.

100 square-metres of grass, large enough for Lilo to comfortably traipse around like the princess she is as she examines the trees in the daytime. At night she prefers to curl up beside you, watching the wildlife that ventures into your plot. On the right-hand side of the garden is a play set. Simple, not too large: a small slide, a single swing, and a rope ladder connected to monkey bars.

You remember the day that he'd bought it. When the hopes for a family were more alive. The excitement on his face was palpable, he'd built it the same day that he'd bought it, cursing and grumbling under his breath at the confusing instructions and the lack of photos. Meanwhile, you'd stood beside him listing off baby name ideas, helping him immensely by keeping his spirits high.

You'd painted it together the following week. A pale blue for the wooden frame, white bars on the monkey bars, white rope replacing the original rope ladder, and a rainbow for the slide. It's magical, perfect to feed the imagination of children. You'd both spent days finding perfect names for your future children: Hanako for a girl, or Haru for a boy. You'd already grown connected to the names, each sending photos to each other when you saw items in stores with those names, drinks bottles, door signs, teddies, novelty Christmas ornaments.

The last time he'd sent you one of those photos was 14 months ago. Your mind had subconsciously kept track.

Now, the play set stands before you, paint worn from weather, wood still damp from this afternoon's rain. Plastic shines where it should be worn from little feet standing, climbing, sliding, and sitting. No fingerprints mar the metal of the monkey bars, no shoes have scratched the slide, no hands have dirtied and worn the rope ladder. It stands perfect where it should be worn, and worn where it should be perfect.

Children are yet to use the magical play set; no princesses, princes, or monarchs have swung across a lava river on the monkey bars, or escaped a dragon on the slide. No games of tag have been played. No adventures taken place. No bug hotels built. Just one worn play set, waiting to be loved, and one person waiting for their husband to be ready for the next step.

But you can wait. You can wait…

Right?

Of course you can. You're patient, and kind, and loyal, and you love Higuruma.

You can-

A fox explores your garden in the darkness; you can just make out the swish of its tail. Yourself and Lilo stay perfectly still as to not spook to animal. You watch as the small creature sniffs at the swing and the rope ladder before hesitantly placing a paw on one wooden ladder step leading to the slide. Your breath hitches briefly as it uses the step to launch itself onto the slide, the ladder rung snapping from the fox’s weight combined with the erosion of the material from harsh autumns, cold winters, and unforgiving rainy springs.

The feelings that you'd kept deep beneath the surface hit you all at once.

The play set had outlived your hopes of starting a family. The structure had been built and broken before you'd even had the chance to photograph your children laughing on the swing. Tears roll down your cheeks as imagined scenarios evaporate. Hopes of first steps, first laughs, first play times all vanishing like they'd never appeared in the first place. You knew now, you'd likely never be a parent. Higuruma is in no rush to be a father. He has a child already, his work. And you…

You have him.

Higuruma found you outside hours later. Your tears had dried and in his exhaustion he didn't notice the detachment in your expression. He simply sat beside you, where Lilo had been before she pottered off around the garden.

Part of you hopes that he'll notice your sadness, that he'll sense that something's wrong. But he seems happy to just sit in silence.

So, you speak first.

"Romi," you start softly, "Are we ever going to have a family?"

"One day, my love," He replies simply.

One day.

You could wait.

You'd wait forever.

One day…

A/N: Came up with this because I needed to cry :)

Special thanks to my beautiful @ackpplepie @blu-goingdark and @lilithkleia for reading this and giving me your thoughts, ily all immensely

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[xstars-alignedx]

Where’s Fricks?

I'm not sure, most likely focusing on university or other life things

Fricks, if you're reading this, the kids miss you come home or pay child support 🫶

[xstars-alignedx]

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[xstars-alignedx]

Austin and ally vinyl arrived, my writing is gonna get even more whimsical