Moonie

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As the year comes to an end, id like to share my favourite works of your with you because they left such profound impact on me as a reader.

So... I found you through your sukume x reader two shot. And i loved it. I loved how you wrote Sukuna. The dichotomy between Uraume's gentleness paired with Sukuna numbing his brutishness for reader was so intimate to read. This was perhaps, in my thoughts, the closest canon Sukuna I'd ever see or imagine being soft with someone. I'm especially guilty of enjoying this because i wrote a wildly OOC Sukuna work

And the second, perhaps the most special one of all, was aroace Nanami x reader. It really resonated with me and I feel like it was something that felt far too familiar. I earned the special lore of discovering smth about myself through a fanfiction. That's how special it was.

You're awesome moonie, pls keep writing and sharing with us these really brilliant works. You're awesome mwah mwah mwah

hi lia, my love, you're so sweet. my brain is all yours to eat or nestle into.

I'm going to be honest, I didn't expect the sukume x reader fics to be perceived the way they did, although looking back, I kind of see it. it was supposed to be just a horny gift to a mutual, but I do realize I got carried away with the emotions. I'm glad you found it so interesting!

the aroace nanami fic is so, so special to me, too. I get it. it was completely self indulgent, and I genuinely didn't expect it to do as well as it did, considering nothing happened between him and reader. and yet, here we are. and I am so, so happy it helped you discover yourself. I think that's the nice, important thing about representation. and I'm honored I could be the one to do it, this time.

I also have two particular fics of yours I like.

the first one is one of your latest, where nanami helps reader through her worst times. the feelings descriptions, your wording, the depisction of everything that happens and all the emotions, are fantastic. the softness of his, and the lack of judgment on his part while doing everything in his power to help reader are incredibly comforting.

especially, I know how important it is to you, and one can really see how much of yourself you have dedicated to it. it's incredible.

the other one is “take another drag, turn me to ashes”. I love, love, love religious symbolism and imagery, and the way you depicted it??? flawless. his devotion, the way you described and phrased his obsession. it was very deep, and I spent a lot of time rereading it. it's comforting in an idolizing way, if it makes sense. the knowledge of being so deeply engraved in someone's existence you're their everything. delicious.

I hope y'all have the greatest days ever and the biggest fun 💙💙

Only a few people knew the date of Satoru Gojo's birthday, and even less cared enough to want to celebrate it.

He never paid much attention to it. Sure, he liked the idea of birthdays, in theory. The idea of having a day dedicated to you, presents, and most of all, the cake. And sure, of course, also the idea of spending the day with the people he loved, and who loved him back.

The thing is, it never was like that for him. He was the future of the Gojo Clan; he was far too important to waste time on frivolous things like birthday parties. They sheltered him to the point he didn't even know celebrating someone's birthday was actually a thing.

Growing up, however, he started seeing. He realized that other people — weaker people, normal people — were thrilled for their birthdays, unable to wait to see the gifts, and their friends, maybe even their family, all together.

Growing up, he started wishing. Wishing he could have a day to himself, to spend how he wanted, to enjoy like he wanted. But he wasn't normal. He was important, he was the strongest, he couldn't afford to think about childish and silly things like that. Or so they told him.

And obviously, he didn't have much of a choice. Who was he to question what they said? He was just a kid. Adults are supposed to know better, after all.

But the thought always lingered, as time passed, and mostly, as he met new people.

He never said anything about it, though. It wasn't his place.

At least, until he started going to Jujutsu Tech.

He had fun. Fighting curses so far beneath him, showing off, making friends he could actually trust.

Including you. Maybe his favorite person. You were strong, funny, and somehow always managed to put him in his place while always remaining kind.

And, as he would discover, very attentive.

He had mentioned his birthday only once, briefly, months earlier, without giving it too much thought. He had already forgotten about it in the next few seconds.

You, however, didn't. You stored that information away, like you always did whenever someone mentioned even the smallest detail about themselves.

And you started scheming.

To Gojo, it was a day like any other. He was coming back from a mission with Geto, a low grade curse they had handled in less than half an hour.

His next plans were to brag about it for a good while and then get some deserved rest — as if he had made any big effort at all.

So he was not at all expecting to be greeted with a loud "Happy birthday!", or to see all of his friends there, or all the decorations that littered his room.

“What the-?” He stared at the cake, which read "Happy birthday Satoru" in baby blue icing, and then turned to Suguru.

“You knew about this?”

“Of course,” the raven head answered with an obvious shrug. “Why do you think I suggested we stop to eat at KFC? I needed to buy time. The mission ended too quickly.”

“We should have imagined it, to be fair.” You intervened with a chuckle, standing on your tiptoes to snap a party hat on Satoru's head, and then Suguru's.

“I did say we should have started earlier, but you silenced me!” Yuu objected, stealing another chip from one of the bowls — and thus earning another slap on his hand from Shoko.

“Yeah, yeah, it doesn't matter now, does it?”

Satoru watched the bickering unfold, still surprised, before turning back to you. “You planned this?”

You nodded, with a hint of pride. “I didn't think we'd pull it off, though. With your six eyes and all.”

“That is… not how it works.” He chuckled, bumping your shoulder. “Mostly, I'm surprised Nanami participated.”

“He's not that mean. Well, it did take a lot of convincing, but that's just because he's not a fan of surprises. Even when they're not for him.” You glanced at the blond man in question, who was busy glaring at Yuu and Shoko.

“Come on, now, time for the cake!” You added, nudging him towards the dessert.

And as everyone awkwardly sang happy birthday, Satoru felt a weird warmth spread in his chest.

He never cared for birthdays, surely not his. Not when he had been told all his life he was too important to celebrate it.

But there, with his friends singing to him, the prospect of the cake and the gifts to unwrap, he just wanted it to never end.

So that was his wish, when he blew the candles.

To stay with them always, and to celebrate many more birthdays in the years to come.

Together.

a/n: yes it's not much and it's a little rushed but in my defense I didn't realize it was december until like two days ago give me a break

n e ways happy birthday my gorgeous blue eyed king!!

First, thing, first, we start the scene in reverse

A knock comes at your door. You almost run to open it, but you don't find the person you were hoping for. It's not the person you have waited for, for days.

“Hi- Hi, miss Gojo…” A pink, messy head of hair greets you. Yuuji.

Yuuji, whose brown eyes look everywhere but you.

“What… What's going on?” You inquire, frowning as you look at the boy. “Why are you here? Where is he?”

Yuuji almost winces at the sound of your voice, and it's with shaky hands that he gives you a letter, neatly folded. Your name written on it in his messy handwriting.

All of the lines rehearsed, disappear from my mind

“I-I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. He didn't… he's not...”

He can't even finish the sentence, but you understand enough to stumble back, the realization cutting through your chest like a sword.

Cold.

Unforgiving.

Merciless.

He's gone. Not like the other times. Not ‘gone’ in a ‘I'll be back before you know it!’ way.

He's gone, and this time forever.

“We found this letter, for you. I'm… sorry.” He apologizes again, still not meeting your eyes.

You take the letter from his hands, words desperate to come alive, but dying in your throat.

Desperate to say anything. Scream. Reassure — it's not his fault, because you know the kid is blaming himself when he shouldn't.

Anything. Anger. Pain. Regret.

Emotions and feelings that fight in your mind, in your heart, to be seen. To be heard.

And yet. Nothing comes out.

You blink away the tears that gathered in your eyes, trying to focus on the words inked on the paper.

I don't even know how I should start this. I guess an apology is the better option.

I'm sorry. For everything. For staying away, and for the things I said when I left you.

You briefly close your eyes to recall the last time you saw Satoru, right before he left for his mission, again.

When things got loud, one of us run it out

“You can't tell me to just drop everything and stay back! They need me!”

“I need you too, Satoru! What about me? What about you? You're going to die doing this!”

“You know I won't. I'm the strongest. I won't die.”

“You're human. And humans die. Please, Satoru, just this once.”

Pleaded, begged, prayed. Yearned for touch that left you cold and trembling. Longed for eyes that wouldn't meet yours.

“You don't understand! You can't even fight curses! You don't get it!”

He had regretted those words the moment they came out. He'd seen the hurt in your eyes. But instead of apologizing, of staying, of doing anything, he left.

He had left you there, ears ringing with hatred, hurt, disappointment.

He had left you there. No news about where he was, how he was doing, or what he was doing.

All you had were loving conversations that now felt fake, a facade, and doubt that clawed at your heart.

I should have turned around, but I had too much pride.

I was wrong for walking out like that. I was wrong for saying those things. I didn't mean it. I have never cared you couldn't see curses, you have never been a burden for that.

No time for goodbyes, didn't get to apologize, pieces of a clock that lies broken

I'm sorry I said that. I'm sorry I left. I'm sorry I made you feel small.

I don't even know if you'll read this, but I don't care. I will apologize when I'll come back anyways.

If I could take us back, if I could just do that

Do you remember the park we went to for our first date, when we were still second years? I will take you there. I will do everything exactly as I did back then.

You remember that first date like it was yesterday. Mostly the amusement of seeing Gojo, cocky, arrogant Gojo, stumble over his own words, pale skin blushing anytime you talked to him.

Sometimes you still go there, sitting in the shadow of a tree which bark still bears both of your initials, carved so many years ago that it feels like another life.

And maybe, it was.

And write in every empty space the words "I love you" in replace, then maybe time would not erase me

I'll show you I'm still your Satoru. Not the Strongest, not the Honored One. Just Satoru. I promise. I will do everything right. I can't lose you. You're the most perfect thing to every happen to me, the only thing I did right.

If you could only know, I never let you go, and the words I most regret, are the ones I never meant to leave

I will fix this. Just wait for me.

The paper is stained with tears by the time you're done reading, but you treasure it anyways.

Your eyes scan over the words again and again, his voice loud and clear in your head, like he's the one reading them to you.

You finally manage to look up from the paper, somehow finding it in yourself to give Yuuji the faintest ghost of a smile. And then, you simply hug him.

“Thank you.”

Unsaid Satoru

a/n: yeah so. I disappeared for a month. we don't talk about that.

anywho!! this little fic here is for Eden's Brutal Bakery Event!

mediocre attempt at angst. enjoy.

taglist: @motel6killer @sweethearticism @cinnamorollcrybaby @smuttiebunnie @whozeurdaddy @pleaseimastarv2

Notte di San Lorenzo: Italian tradition according to which, on the night of August 10th, people gather outside in hope of catching some shooting stars, also known as "Saint Lawrence Tears".

“Did you grab your blanket?” You inquire, turning to your girlfriend.

"Yes, and the snacks, too.” Shoko reassures you with an amused smile, showing you both items. “We're going in our yard, babe. If we need something, we can go back and grab it.”

“I know, I know,” you agree as you set down your blanket on the soft grass. “But it would be a bummer to set everything down and then have to get back inside.”

“We have everything we need, don't stress too much about it.” She chuckles, sitting down on the blanket with a satisfied sigh. “Come on. Relax a little.”

“Bold words coming from someone who is stress personified.”

“I'm going back inside.”

“No!” You basically tackle her, your arms wrapped around her and your entire body weight pinning her down. “You can't. I forbid you.”

She lets a laugh get past her lips, squirming in a futile attempt at getting free.

“Get off!”

“Only if you promise not to leave me.” You reply, condition that makes her playfully roll her eyes.

“You know I would never.” Her lips smile teasingly, but there's a softness in her eyes that doesn't go unnoticed.

“I know. But It's nice to hear it again every now and then.” You point out, finally freeing her.

"Silly girl.” She shakes her head amused, sitting up on the blanket. “If you want me to tell you I love you, you can just ask. There was no need to tackle me.”

“Absolutely there was.” You reply with a grin, opening the bag of chips.

You lay down on the blanket to better stare at the sky, and Shoko follows shortly after.

“That's my favorite constellation.” You tell her, pointing at the stars.

She listens quietly as you tell the myth tied to the constellation, looking at the way it reflects in your eyes.

They're pretty. Her favorite thing about you, with the way they shine when you're excited, how they show your soul, how they reflect the sky.

“Shoko look! A shooting star!” You point at it, and she follows your gaze.

“Quick, make a wish!”

She stays quiet for a moment, thinking about what she could wish for. There isn't much. She already has everything she might ask from her life.

“Done.” She turns back to you, after a few, silent seconds.

“I made one, too.” You happily beam, leaning closer to kiss her. “Let's hope they both come true.”

She smiles against your lips, and her gaze doesn't move from the sky in your eyes, even when you turn back towards the stars.

You can't possibly know it.

But with that exact moment, and many more to come, her wish has already become true.

a/n: I'm sick as fuck AND I have stuff to do all weekend so I fear that the last flufftober fics will become fluffember. I'm sorry.

I love you and imma deepthroat every fic you post.

Speaking of, I'm omw to kiss you😚

Have a good day baby🙂‍↕️🫶🩷

jami.

that paints quite the picture, I love you too, I'm ready for that kiss 😗