crybaby

★ Aurora

★ (8TEEN!!) African American + Puerto Rican

★ Currently writing for: Spider-man, TWD, TLOU, JuJutsu Kaisen, Avatar 1 / Twow, Spider-Man Across the Spider-verse, Saltburn, Blue Eye Samurai, COD Modern Warfare, and Marvel (moreso spider-man and deadpool and wolverine). <3

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★ Masters List is under construction for a whileee… !!

might make an about me <3

you don’t want to eat? that’s fine but you will have to eventually, for now he can settle on laying in bed with you and splaying a big warm rough hand on your stomach as he caresses you with gentle soothing circles.

John will even whisper in your ears sweet nothings like: “breathe baby, you’re doing so good. always bein’ good.”

“it’s ok to rest. just close your eyes an’ i’ll be right here the whole time, love.”

“my baby.. just overwhelmed huh? i’ve got you now.”

and you melt everytime because where was he years ago when you felt like no one would ever love you wholeheartedly?

“there’s something- something rotten inside of me.. something wrong!” your already shaken body, shakes even more at the realization of your words.

satoru stills, because he’s already lost his best friend, oh suguru, how could he lose you, and lose both of you forever? he couldn’t have this.. this defect spreading around to those he’s loved. he couldn’t stop it the first time, but he’s sure he can now.

his eyes are tearing up, and Satoru swears he can sense all that negative energy radiating off of you in tidal waves, like they’re trying to pull him in too.

“no, baby, there’s absolutely nothing rotten inside of you. don’t ever say that..” his hands cradle your face like you’re glass, like you could break at any moment. “This’ll pass, it’s just your emotions talking!”

and you could shatter. you’ve all witnessed how suguru just snapped out of nowhere. but there were signs. no many signs ignored and yet, nothing prevented it.. no one prevented it at all.

his words have no affect on you, instead you cry even more because he can’t even understand or fathom what this feeling was like. what feeling rotten and wrong felt like. what being used, and used over, and over again did to you. no because as the strongest, he had to push those feelings aside and follow instructions, orders, as do the rest of you, but to an extreme. because if he’s not the strongest who is he?

he’d be nothing, and that’s why he couldn’t ever understand this crushing feeling in your chest. because he has a future already paved and carved for him. satoru gojo had the entire world on his shoulders, and he still doesn’t even blink. how strong and will-powered you wished you were.

“you don’t know that, you can’t know that! i-i’m! Satoru I can’t! s’all too much!” and as if that didn’t make his heart shatter your next words did, “I miss him so much, ‘toru! I can’t- I miss him! it’s not the same.. why?? why?”

And it’s as if the universe finally allowed him to process his emotions about everything. he missed suguru geto so so much. he missed his best friend and their playful banter. he missed the way you and geto would play fight because you liked to test him. he missed going out to dinner with you, shoko, and geto, just for you to steal bits and pieces of their food because it ‘tasted better’. he missed how geto would not hesitate to protect you, and watch over you if satoru wasn’t around.

And then he realizes your hiccups have stopped, but he can still feel the wet of your face- oh? why are your hands reaching up to wipe his face? and then he feels his own cheeks wet with his own salty tears.

he didn’t even realize he’d started crying. He just leans into your hands and sighs now though. trying to find a way to answer your previous questions of why?

“I miss him too.. I don’t know why..” he whispered your name softly, “I wish I knew.. but you can’t do the same thing ok?!” he looks at you so determined.

those blue eyes a bit bloodshot. his nose scrunching up to sniffle as he tried to compose himself in front of you. his eyebrows are furrowed, and he’s leaning into your space now, face to face, mere centimeters.

he can still see the tears cascading down your own face, and as much as it hurts him to see you like this, to be able to be the person you become vulnerable like this with, was more than an honor, and he’d make sure you never felt this way again.

again, he’s sure of it.

“i promise.”

the song i’m listening to + inspired me to write this.. it’s been stuck in my head and the name of the song and how beautiful it sounds just fits gojo sm idk it fits this fic so perfectly

there was always something more to you, and satoru gojo that you two let others know.. but people knew you were his and he was yours.

you were an enigma to those around you, a mystery under a shell of pure utter hate for those outside of you and satoru. hate that only you could understand. hate that seemed to be fitting because of the toll the world put on you. hate that rooted from the trees of life that sprouted you. rooted from the moment you were born to now.

now as you sit under a tree all too familiar, and nostalgic in your memories, in satoru’s as well as he sits against the bark of the tree with your head in his lap. and all you could do was look at each other but it was moments like these that let you be yourself, and him, himself. where the world wasn’t in danger. where your peers weren’t constantly bugging satoru about being strong, being the best, saving the lives of humans.

but as you reach your hands to his temple and one to yours, and for once satoru can let the world fall from his shoulders as your cursed energy becomes one, and your eyes glow in a blue, a blue that’s only ever been seen in satoru’s eyes, now yours, as you manipulate your ability to be able to conjure his own.

relieving him of the pain of knowing— of seeing everything as the always overwhelming feeling of cursed energy starts to flood your own head. your senses intensify and it’s as if you can feel your own cursed energy. and those who are miles away. and you can see so vividly the blues in his eyes, as his shades are set aside, for your own to admire.

a familiar act of love this is. where you can relieve him of the pain his six eyes causes, of the role that’s been set in his shoulders at such a young age. and now all you feel is pain as your eyes tear up and satoru sees it, he already knows why you’re crying.

you always cry when you guys do this, because now you feel what he feels, and you can sense him, you can feel him, and he’s hurting. he’s hurting so much and it only hurts you more to see him be something.. great. something other worldly. a god.

and as he wipes your tears, and mutters out sweet nothings and lullabies of “it’s okay,” and, “it’s overwhelming isn’t it?” you remember why you do this for him. it’s truly the only love he’s ever known. the only love he’s ever been granted. to be allowed to let go of the pain, and bask in what it feels like to be normal for once, even just for a little bit.

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oh imagine the 141, your boys, cleaning your face up as you cry to them about how no man has ever been as kind to you as they have…

how you can’t help but get overstimulated when they all dote on you because the feeling is so unfamiliar. no man has ever fixed his lips to utter such sweet nothings into your ears. no man has ever touched you with the gentleness they have. no man has ever made you cry out of happiness rather than anger or despair. no, the boys have taken their time with you, to learn you, to understand how to handle you because to them you’re fragile. they know of the mistreatment you’ve gone through and want to replace that with nothing but adoration, and patience for you. so let them love you! stop crying and accept the kisses coming from different directions as they tell you they’ll never ever let a man harm you, or ever come close to it as long as they’re here. whichhh would be forever. <3