I Got A Little Silly

Playlist Inspired Ficlet

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

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

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

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fulfilling fate

higuruma x fem!reader, nanami x fem!reader

cw - angst, character death, mild gore, breakups, complex emotions, lack of context, not proofread, higuruma and nanami are somewhat OOC

tags - higuruma x reader , nanami x reader, nanami angst, higuruma angst, reader death, jjk angst, jjk x reader

an: my first fic on this site. wrote this because i feel shitty (about recent manga chapters, anime eps, and life in general) and trying to sleep. expect some sloppy writing

"Hiromi…"

Higuruma held the body closer, almost embracing it, smearing blood all over himself. She felt ominously cold to his touch, her graying complexion a stark contrast to the tanned skin tone of his.

He pressed his hand harder into the side of her neck, desperate to find more than her weakening pulse.

"Hang in there, okay? We're getting out of here. Ijichi's coming to-"

"Sorry…" she drawled, almost a whisper.

"No, no. Nothing to be sorry for. It's not your fault. Look at me, please," he held her even tighter, as if trying to give her a portion of his life force. Fear and desperation gripped him as he felt her weight growing heavier by the second.

"Listen to me, you need to make it out of this alive. You need to fight, please."

A single, blood-stained tear rolled out her glassy eyes. Her labored breathing had quietened into soft, shallow huffs. Higuruma choked on a sob, feeling the heat rush to his head as his eyes welled with tears.

"There's someone here," he muttered, gaze fixed upon her dimming eyes. 

"You've always wanted to see him again," he continued, hand instinctively wiping the blood off her cheek and the corner of her lip.

An ominous silence filled the air.

Higuruma shuddered, mouth dry as he forced out his next words. "Nanami… Nanami Kento's here."

"Higuruma-"

"Kento's here. Please say something. Please," he pleaded to the dark, empty eyes staring blankly into the space above him.

"Y/N? Don't do this to me," the last syllable came out a whine at the crack of his voice. Desperation painted across his face as he shook the limp body in his arms. "Answer me. Say something! Nanami, talk to her. Talk to her and she'll answer you-"

"No. Stop it."

An anguished sob ripped through the chilly silence. Higuruma's grasp on the corpse unrelenting as he cradled it, facing the music, allowing himself to grief the person he only had the chance to love for a short while.

Before him stood the man who loved her much longer than Higuruma ever did. 

If only he didn't leave.

Nanami stood frozen in place. The man who was usually in action, always knew what to do in a crisis, suddenly reduced to a mere spectator of the grotesque scene, wherein the love of his life lay dying in the arms of another man.

His mind replaying scenes from the past few months. Scenes of her growing frustrated during that one discussion that went sour. Her defeated cries as she pleaded with him to stay. Her angry screamings as he walked out the door.

He remembered how it felt then. How he forced himself to not think about the good times with her. How he tried to reason with himself that it was for her own good.

For her happiness. So much for happiness.

Nanami watched as the younger guys, Ino and Yuuji rushed to console the devastated Higuruma. He could barely hear Haibara's voice next to him, asking if he's okay. 

He let the guilt eat away at him.

If only he didn't leave. 

If only he'd stayed, she wouldn't have to face this thing alone. He'll be by her side, keeping her safe like he'd always wanted. If only he'd stayed, he wouldn't have roped in such a good man like Higuruma into this undeserving situation.

If only he'd stayed, and fulfilled the grim fate that was meant for him.

15 years ago today many lives changed forever

Happy 15th anniversary to the start of The Clone Wars series. May you always have a special place in my heart.

started thinking about them ngl

“at least curse me a little” and flashbacks from gojo saying “there is no curse more twisted than love”, it would be like geto asks gojo to love him-

The Mace Windu novel The Glass Abyss has a romance plot running through it and I wasn't sure I liked it at first, but the way the book portrayed it wound up really fascinating me. If I hadn't known ahead of time, I wouldn't have known it was intended to be a romance, and I think in part that was deliberate because Mace as a character doesn't care that he's a Jedi and in a romantic relationship. Like, it's just not an issue! There's nothing contradictory there! There is absolutely zero conflict about being in a romantic relationship within him, there is not so much a single sentence in the entire book about how it would conflict with the Jedi way or that it's wrong. Instead, it's about Mace wanting to choose his path with his eyes open, that relationship is part of another path he could take, but the point of the book is for Mace to realize that he is a Jedi, through and through, and there's never any "oops, guess I shouldn't have fucked her" about the relationship even once he reaffirms himself as a Jedi. It is true that he cannot stay with her, he cannot prioritize her above his duty, the relationship ends with mutual care and parting, that they're two people who have different paths and you're left with the sense that their paths might cross again and that would be fine, they would meet again if that would happen. Otherwise, they take with each other the memories and affection, but they're both needed elsewhere. He cared deeply for her, but he was not attached to her. Mace is presented as a rather traditionalist Jedi in the book and even he has no problems or conflict with a Jedi having a romantic relationship, when that relationship doesn't cross over into attachment (the desire to keep them because you're afraid to live without them, putting staying with them over the thousands of lives you could help across the galaxy), which is exactly how I've seen the Jedi's views on romantic relationships! The Jedi have always said that feelings are normal, it's what you do with them, it's that you don't let them rule you. Obi-Wan says it in The Clone Wars, "It's not that these [romantic] feelings aren't allowed. They're normal." You just can't be a Jedi and devote yourself to a romantic partner above your vows. But the romance and feelings themselves? The relationship happening while you're in one spot? As long as you maintain your balance? There was not one single moment that Mace thought this wasn't allowed, not even when he reaffirmed his Jedi path. He had to go at the end of their adventure, but the relationship was never wrong or against who he was as a Jedi.

The perfect movie scene doesn’t exi-

-the music timing, mr darcys acting, the tva man’s face.

Perfection 😘

(Sadly I couldn’t download any none bleeped ones)

FERAL!LOGAN HOWLETT with MUTANT!M!READER.

Oh fuck, no word is able to describe how much he wants you. He needs you. Craves you like a depraved man experiencing his last day on a dying planet.

If you’re all muscles and brains in a form he can’t quite get, he can’t be around you. He can’t stop himself from undressing you with his heated gaze, his vision glued on each scar that taints your body and his throat drying up from the lack of—well, you.

You have your own healing factor? It’s making him feel something. Something primal. Makes him give way to his more animalistic side, where he’s reduced to the instinct of claiming.

And if you sincerely accept that? Shit, LOGAN is all over you.

Trapping him in with your bicep locked around his neck, his head thumping back against your shoulders. You tighten your grasp ever so slightly, causing him to pant for air. He’s high off the pleasure, rolling his hips to take in your cock to the hilt. He’ll even bite down on the thick muscle, so fucked out of it, his teeth sinking into you to the brink of breaking the barrier.

When he returns—realizes that he’s hurt you, he’ll run the flat of his tongue all along the marking, feeling it heal underneath the muscle. That’s his breaking point. In spite of that distant voice telling him he’s the worst, he knows he won’t actually bring you any permanent harm. With that, he’s humping your cock instead of properly riding you, his thoroughly stretched hole fluttering around your girth in quick spasms.

“Fuck,” he grunts, a growl burying his whiny tone, “more, hngnh, harder. C’mon—” he draws in a gasp, your tip hitting his sweet spot and he throbs in a way that makes him light-headed, “—fuck me. Fuck me just like that, God, yes-”

You reach for his leaking dick with your free hand, jerking him in wet tugs. He groans, a guttural rasp from the depths of his chest. You’re littered in harsh bites, before they fade as your skin automatically stitches itself together. It’s almost disappointing. Kissing the spot just beneath his ear, you whisper. “Yeah? You want me like this?” You end the question with a sharp thrust of your hips, catching him off-guard and it earns you a greater spark of pain from his mouth.

“Uh-huh, mghh, uh-huh, fuck!” LOGAN HOWLETT is hit by an earth-shattering climax without warning, his walls constricting around your cock until you’re forced to grind into him. He’s shaking like a leaf, rutting through his high with his eyes dazed, his limbs twitching, and his tongue sucking bruises into your forearm.