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repost of a meme by moonpiehelps: mentions of panic attacks , vomiting , trauma , self harm , and distressing situations . Feel free to adjust as needed ! ♡ 

( 𝐑𝐔𝐁 ) ; one muse rubs the other’s back to comfort them while in a moment of distress.

( 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓 ) ; one muse grabs a bucket for the other who’s about to throw up. 

( 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄 ) ; our muses share a bed so the other doesn’t have to be alone. 

( 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 ) ; one muse calls the other a term of endearment to comfort them. 

( 𝐇𝐔𝐆 ) ; one muse holds the other close while they open up / cry.

( 𝐀𝐈𝐃 ) ; one muse runs to the others aid after they were violently hurt. 

( 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 ) ; one muse calls sender late at night in tears and the other comes over to comfort them. 

( 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 ) ; one muse reaches out to the other after they’ve withdrawn from everyone. 

( 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂 ) ; one muse discovers the other during a panic attack. 

( 𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 ) ; one muse takes care of the other while they’re sick.

( 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 ) ; one muse holds the other’s hand while they’re in pain or panicking. 

( 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 ) ; one muse offers to cuddle with the other to help them sleep.

( 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐃𝐄 ) ; one muse opens up to the other about a traumatic experience. 

( 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄 ) ; one muse guides the other through a breathing technique.

( 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ) ; one muse comes to the other with an injury they’ve been trying to hide that’s beginning to worry them.

( 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 ) ; one muse gently kisses the other while they’re crying.

( 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄 ) ; one muse helps the other into a bath/shower after a traumatic event. or they bathe together.

( 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐁 ) ; our muses instinctively grab each other while they’re scared.

( 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 ) ; one muse gives the other a shoulder rub.

( 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 ) ; one muse wipes blood off of the other.

( 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐓 ) ; one muse shows up at the other’s doorstep in tears.

( 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ) ; one muse has been missing and finally shows up, dirty and traumatized. the other helps clean them up and tries to get them to talk.

( 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄 ) ; one muse wakes up the other after having a horrific nightmare.

( 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐋 ) ; one muse makes the other a warm meal to make them feel better.

( 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 ) ; one muse has been slowly deteriorating mentally/physically, the other takes it upon themselves to make sure they’re taken care of.

( 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 ) ; one muse takes the other’s face ( cheeks , chin ) when trying to comfort them. 

( 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 ) ; one muse lets the other stay over when their house gets too stressful.

( 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 ) ; one muse sits outside the door to comfort the other who won’t let them in.

( 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 ) ; one muse stays over to make sure the other doesn’t hurt themselves.

( 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄 ) ; one muse strokes the others hair.

( 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐌𝐀 ) ; our muses sit together after a traumatic experience. 

( 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ) ; one muse helps ground the other ( bonus if you specify how ) 

( 𝐈𝐂𝐄 ) ; one muse holds an ice pack to the other’s injury.

( 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐏 ) ; our muses cry and hold each other after a traumatic experience. 

( 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ) ; one muse strides up to the other and suddenly embraces them tightly after experiencing something distressing. 

( 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 ) ; one muse calms the terrified other.

various sentence and action starters for more intimate scenarios. tw for suggestive/outright nsfw text.

"We're alone now. How about we make this a little more interesting?"

"I have some wine. Want me to pour you a glass?"

"Those clothes are nice on you, but they would look better on the floor."

"Are you really going to make me beg?"

"I thought you liked it when I played hard to get."

"Slow down. I want to really enjoy this."

"Hold on. Are you sure we're alone?"

"You're staring."

"Let's have some fun."

"Do you want me to take it off for you?"

"Like what you see?"

"There's more where that came from."

"You look good enough to eat."

"Shouldn't we get undressed first?"

"You're too beautiful. I can't wait."

"Make yourself comfortable."

"You're being too loud. Someone will hear us."

"Keep going."

"God that feels good."

"Maybe I want someone to hear us."

"Do you really have to be such a tease?"

"Should we.. spice it up a little?"

"It's.. bigger than I expected."

"You don't have to go that fast. We have time."

ACTIONS. send + reverse for sender and receiver to swap.

[ADMIRE] sender wordlessly stares at receiver.

[BREATHLESS] sender kisses the receiver with barely any time to get air.

[CHERISH] sender traces the receiver's scars.

[FEAST] sender goes down on the receiver.

[HANDSY] sender sneaks their hands underneath receiver's clothes.

[IMPATIENT] sender starts palming receiver through their clothes.

[LONGING] sender sends receiver a risqué text.

[NIP] sender playfully bites the receiver.

[QUIET] sender pulls receiver into a kiss to shut them up.

[SEAT] sender straddles the receiver's lap.

[STEAMY] sender asks receiver to join them in the shower.

[STRIP] sender slowly undresses in front of receiver.

[SOFT] sender trails kisses on the receiver.

"i'm fine." all of the stars were out to meet him; a hundred thousand eyes in attendance. they felt so close tonight. he wondered, albeit brief, if he could reach out to pluck them from the velvet of the night's tapestry. one by one, pearls set upon satoru's open palm. "no.. i'm happy." he laughs, boyish and charming, as he wiped at the corners of his eyes. "thank you for seeing me." the tumultuous years between them were little more than background noise. static in the greater world that opened itself to them by the shoreline. the waves had always brought good fortune to him; tidings of shells and sand dollars, treasures unseen. tonight it brings him his dearest friend.

"i thought that you might hate me. i did for a long time." in the dusk of his eyes they reflected back light dashed over him like stardust, lucent and beautiful. the memory transposed this moment in time. "you'll always forgive me.." his voice trailed off. there was no life where he could hold regret. he made his choice. he walked the path beside his daughters and satoru his students. no.. if there was one. one ultimate regret, it was that he wasn't strong enough to live in this world beside him. "i hoped that would be true." he felt his body move of it's own accord drawn to the water and it's shallows; it seeped into the fabric of his robes. the swell was peaceful, a melody on the night winds that carried their voices away.

"is it easy for you? to forgive me?" the silk of his hair unfurled as the breeze tousled them both. "standing here. it feels like the world loves you satoru." that love would be there for him long after suguru returned to the earth. he knew that it would. he closed his eyes and let it all seep into him. he could convince himself that maybe it was the same. that the stars were there for him too, that space and time would see him through a gentle death. "can you feel it?" he looked at him again, half-turned, his smile unwavering. it was marred by bone-deep sorrow.

suguru cupped his ear to listen as the wind kicked up. sand scattered in an upward slope that encircled them, glittering pinpoints of light he thought he would never see again. "i can hear it singing for you." he laughs again and it sounds like heartache. hadn't the world given them eachother?

          hearing his laughter after such an elongated time made his heart feel as though harpoons had embedded themselves deep within, barbed & unwilling to release their hold. whenever he stood beside suguru, there lingered that stubborn, unrelenting hope… that somehow things might return to what they once were — yet time does not reverse its tide, no matter how fervently one might wish it so. azure met obsidian, the vivid brilliance of blue caught against that fathomless dark, their tones neither clashing nor fading, but deepening by contrast — light made more striking beside shadow, shadow rendered richer beneath light. neither sought to eclipse the other; instead, each sharpened what the other already was, a silent convergence of depth & clarity that only intensified the presence they shared. his features softened, that familiar bravado loosening its grasp; it fell from him like drifting sakura petals, fragile in their descent. it was always suguru who drew this from him — this unguarded stillness, this gentle yielding that occurred without permission, without defense, as though some unseen part of him recognized the other long before thought could intervene.

          hate him? … he could never bring himself to hate him, no matter how relentlessly he attempted to dull the feeling, to desensitize what still ached beneath the surface. tell himself that was not suguru — that suguru would never have done such things… he would not … but he did. he did commit those acts, all in devotion to his ideals… & in doing so, he left him behind. an invisible hand seemed to clutch at his heart, gathering the fragile fabric of it with muted urgency, twisting until breath itself felt strained. the day suguru walked away became the most unbearable fracture of his life, a moment etched too deeply to ever truly fade, no matter the time that wished to ease the jagged edges.

          a small bundle of saliva slithers down his throat, nearly lodging there, swelling into something sharp that threatened pain. his jaw tenses as he watches him turn, moving once more toward the sea — toward that vastness — walking again into the dark from which he had once lost him. " no… forgiving you was never the challenge. trying to persuade myself you were someone worth hating… that was far more unreasonable. " he says plainly, breath unsteady as it staggers in & out. the world… a part of him despised it, recoiled from the cruelty threaded so carelessly through its design, yet another part loved it with such fierce devotion it almost resembled guardianship, as though he were some ancient sentinel, hands curved carefully around the fragile sphere, cradling it despite every fragmentation it had given him. for if he had truly hated the world, he could have unmade it without hesitation, forced its proud spine to bow, pressed it to its knees until it acquiesced against smoldering earth & ash… but had he done so, he would never have met him: suguru geto, his best friend… his other half, the one who understood him in ways language never could.

          satoru follows suit, allowing his feet to slip into the chilled water, infinity left dormant — open-hearted, willingly so. no matter who might name geto an enemy, he could never see him as such, never allow that word to take root within himself; & should the other wish him harm… then so be it. hands would still reach, still gather around a fissured form, because if they were to break, then they would crumble side by side, never one burdened more than the other, never one left to splinter alone. gojo had already let him break alone, all his eyes & he couldn't see the pain that tore in his friend, had he ... simply asked the right question, or looked closer .... maybe, this life could've been better. the water seeps into the fabric at his knees, saturation slowly climbing, weighing him down further, as though the heaviness were not merely water, but something far denser, as if he had always worn stones in place of muscle. he wonders… what suguru must feel, standing farther ahead of him, always just beyond reach, wading deeper into those darkened depths. how liberating it must feel to step forward without hesitation… & yet, how profoundly terrifying it must be to surrender oneself to something so vast, so unknowable.

          " the world does not love me, suguru… " the words fall softer than intended, steeped in something worn thin with time. " it loves what i am capable of… what i can uphold, what i can protect… but not me… not satoru. " there is no bitterness sharp enough to cut, only that dampened recognition that has settled far too deeply to be ignored. that he is regarded less as a man, & more as a function. a safeguard. a necessity. cherished not for the shape of his laughter nor the small peculiarities that make him human, but for the stability he provides, the assurance he embodies. " i am valued so long as i remain useful… admired so long as i remain untouchable…"

          eyes never stray far from his friend, studying the cadence of his movements, how effortlessly composed they appeared in contrast to his own restless shifts. " but you… " the words falter, a pause catching in his throat, bottom lip twitching faintly as his jaw tightens, lips drawn thin in subdued reserve. " you loved me… not for what i could be… but for what i was… what i am. " the admission lands heavier than intended, striking somewhere deep within the hollow of his chest; it rises, then falls, breath hitching as his mouth parts in a futile attempt to steady it. that familiar feeling settles once more — the unbearable awareness of something slipping from reach… of losing him again, even as he stands right there before him.