#sem ask

left me rehearsing thirst all day.

Not even drink, just the outline,

a rumor of shade, a mirage design.

You gave me enough to rot my brain,

a single spark, then drought again.

Now here I am, sunburned, dry,

making deals with the passing sky.

I am not proud. I am not sane.

I would read footnotes scribbled in pain.

I would take scraps, deleted scenes,

bad metaphors and in-betweens.

You cannot tease what you will not feed

and act surprised when people plead.

That is not art. That is bait.

That is leaving someone half-alive to wait.

I am shrinking. I am dust with hope.

A dry little joke that learned to cope.

So come back, write, before I fade,

you made the desert, you owe the shade.

So honestly, tell me the rules, the fee,

the ritual sacrifice required of me

to earn a SEM spinoff, just a taste,

of those sweet high school days I crave.

i knew i shouldn't have answered that last ask yall always do this shit

Fine just take it then 😒😒😒

It takes Satoru fifteen minutes to realize you’re no longer in bed. 

He’s rigorous in that regard. You barely get seconds away from him before he’s breathing down your neck. 

“What’re you doing out here, baby?” He asks as he steps out onto the balcony. His voice is groggy from sleep. Behind you, there’s a yawn. “It’s cold.” 

You say nothing as he climbs onto the patio sofa, sinking into your side. He leans over, bending down to press his face into the side of your neck. His touch slightly irritates the marks he left on your skin just hours ago. You don’t bother shifting away. 

You were staring up at the bright, full moon. By tomorrow, it will start to shrink again. You won’t see it for a while after that. 

“I couldn’t sleep,” you finally say, “today was a lot.” 

Wedding preparations were ongoing. In a few months, you’d be married and Satoru would whisk you away to whatever spot in the world he wanted. It was rushed. Satoru was eager to get it done before the baby came. 

You lightly press your belly. Just the tiniest bump. In a short while, it will be impossible to hide under oversized shirts. 

“My parents called,” you suddenly say. Satoru is half-falling asleep on your shoulder. 

He hums. “What’d they say?” 

“That they’re coming. They’re excited.” 

They’re happy. 

Of course they would be. You didn’t know how you were able to hide your despair in your highschool years, constantly pretending that your boyfriend wasn’t slowly killing you. Your parents just knew Satoru as the boisterous rich kid who was good to their child. They saw your upcoming wedding as highschool sweethearts that couldn’t stay apart any longer. 

“Thats good,” Satoru says. “My folks are happy too. Everyone’s coming together to see us.” 

Happy. You linger on that word. 

“Are you happy?” You ask. 

“Yeah,” comes his answer. 

You shake your head. “That’s not what I mean.”

You turn to him. He’s as beautiful as always. The city lights illuminates his face, making his skin look softer. He’s staring up at the moon, transfixed.

“Does this make you happy?” 

His gaze flicks down to look at you. The thin camisole and shorts you wear feel like scraps against the night air. 

He smiles. 

“Yeah. It does.” He tells you just before he kisses you. 

Strange. He’s said so many worse things to you. Called you names. Berated you. Tortured you. 

i know japan mostly practices buddhism/shintoism BUT JUST WALK WITH ME HERE

its such a big wedding and def in a megachurch or whatever. he wants it all. the flowers, the white dress. he looks far more excited than you, most of the guests joke.

you dont smile as much, but after a few hushed threats from him, you fix that problem.

!!!!!!!!!

ik i said no more sem asks buuuuut omg?? such SUCH a good question

i personally feel this is the only situation where cheating is excusable. i mean, youre stuck in an abusive relationship with no way out, i dont blame you. since satoru has basically stopped all communication with your friends/family and youre stuck in a penthouse all alone and pregnant, maybe you turn to the internet as a last ditch effort to feel something other than despair???

and that's when you meet him.

BUT LIKE WHAT ELSE IS THERE TO SAY???? i think ive rung that au dry TT

What would SEM satoru do if reader attempts $uicide or SH ? Like I wanna know if he tries to change

lmao no….just no

he wouldn’t change for shit. If anything he’d be yelling at you in the hospital acting like he’s the real victim and “suicide is rlly selfish yknow?” He’s literally a selfish narcissistic asshole who deserves to die alone

and if ms moon actually succeeds then gojo will immediately follow after so not even death is safe

lmaoooo probs

but just to be clear ms.moon and hiromi had NO romantic connection what so ever. it was 100% platonic. tbh he saw ms.moon as a surrogate daughter/etc.

so, it's a little disappointing when you suddenly claim you want to quit and move in with a man you only knew for a few months. you had a whole career ahead of you. you couldve made something for yourself. but he respects your decision.

Yk how gege made such a beautiful piece of work named Gojo but he dont like him, it’s like you, how you made SEM; such a fine masterpiece that everyone adores but you say you don’t fw it. You are gege’s spawn no one can say otherwise

😭😭😭that’s not true take it back 😭😭😭

sem IS bad tho. Even tho you have poor taste in fics, I still love you 😘 Consider reading monsoon instead! It’s much much better!!!!