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theprofoundcosmos · 2 months

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it's fine: you can walk away from what you used to love.

will add credits!!! i swear!

. / . / . / doki doki literature club, Sayori's unsual poem 'get out of my head' / . / . / @/bpd-anz on tumblr / @/inanotheruniverse on tumblr / @/6aint on tumblr / .

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violetsaffron5 · 11 months

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In Another Life (ML)

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— Series Masterlist

Pairing: Gojo x f!Reader and Geto x f!Reader

Life is great, especially after getting engaged to Gojo Satoru. That is, until you receive a letter from your future self wondering what life would have been like if you followed your soul mate, Geto Suguru, when he defected from Tokyo Tech.

Warnings: love triangle, angst, smut, romance, porn with plot, oral sex, vaginal fingering, spit as lube, anal fingering, breeding kink, vaginal sex, creampie, Gojo Satoru being an ass, Geto Suguru being an ass

Other tags to be added as the series progresses!

an: this was originally going to be a Valentine's oneshot, but after talking with lemonlover1110 and ayyypee about the idea, they convinced me to make it a short series. So, either go read their works and thank them, or tell them to never give me ideas again.

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cover art: krizless on twitter

Chapters:

• one • two • three • four • five

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lee-em-dee · 11 months

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“francesca” by hozier

When the heart would cease, Ours never knew peace...I would not change it each time, Heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I.

Wishing all you lovely people a Happy Day 2,199! ↴

@togetherkru @kizo2703 @jeanie205 @imruination @natassakar @pendragaryen @sometimesrosy @immortalpramheda @travllingbunny @otp-armada @the1oo @geekyogicheese @theatresteph @carrieeve @okmcintyre @itsamepigalet @ninappon @izloveshorses @heartbellamy @dark-scape @poppykru @igotbellarkeforthat @isweartobreathe @bookwormforalways @infp-with-all-the-feelings @waldensblog @bellaarke @delicatebluebirdruins @rebelkingfreckles @captain-effy @foolishnymeria @underbellamy @pleasebellamy @dance-to-the-radio @belltaviasbff @searamour @famousflowermagazine @hostagetakerandhistraitor @astridandoddsandends

#bellarke #in another life #bellamy blake #clarke griffin #bellamy x clarke #I’ll be watching spoilers #the 100 #every hozier song is a bellarke song and that’s just the facts #so many people in this community I’m so sorry if i forget to tag anyone!#useremjay

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kaywrites23 · 8 months

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Maybe, just maybe, in another universe we were meant to be.

Then maybe there would be an us

instead of just

a you

and

a me.

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poemsillneversend · 6 months

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In another life, we’ll stay up all night together.

We’ll manage our lives together seamlessly.

We’ll clean on Saturday mornings so we can enjoy the rest of the weekend.

I’ll make the coffee and pick out an album for us to jam out to.

You’ll sing along to our favorite songs while making pancakes.

We’ll laugh and dance and you’ll use the batter-covered whisk as a pretend microphone.

We’ll finish cleaning up after breakfast, and I’ll join you in the shower.

We’ll scrub each others backs, and make out while rinsing off under the hot water.

You’ll follow me back to bed, the bed you freshly made with clean sheets just hours ago.

We’ll make a mess of it and make it up again.

You’ll tuck in the corners.

We’ll spend the afternoon at the library.

I’ll pack a picnic and you’ll read your old favorite books to me.

I’ll kiss you in the dusty History section, and when I think no one is looking,

I’ll touch and tease you some more.

You’ll take me to the bathroom and lock the door because you want me so bad

You just can’t wait any longer.

We’ll get caught and almost get thrown out and we’ll run away laughing.

I’ll drive us home, but maybe I’ll stop somewhere secluded first

And touch you just how you like it, from the safety of the backseat.

In another life, we’re so fucking good together.

I’ll hold you when you need to cry,

you’ll make me a hot cup of tea when I forget how to take care of myself.

We’ll cook dinner together.

I’ll wash the dishes and you’ll put them away.

I’ll clean and cut up fruits and vegetables to snack on.

You’ll motivate me to be good to myself when I don’t feel like it.

We’ll remind each other to take our vitamins and meds.

I’ll make you a smoothie when you don’t feel like eating.

You’ll tell me I’m beautiful when I don’t recognize my own reflection.

I’ll tell you you’re worth the world, because you are.

I’ll sweep the floors so you can mop.

I’ll do the laundry and you’ll mow the lawn.

When we’re both having a bad day,

We’ll let each other be as grouchy as we need to without judgement.

You’ll kiss me when I can’t make myself get out of bed.

I’ll gently play with your hair when you can’t sleep.

I’ll say something careless on occasion and you’ll be rightfully upset.

We’ll both feel guilty.

I’ll shut down and you’ll implode.

You’ll call me out and I’ll get defensive.

I’ll take way too long to process and understand my feelings as well as yours,

And you’ll get tired of explaining it to me and eventually give up.

You’ll feel invalidated and I’ll feel confused.

We’ll work through it and try not to hurt each other again,

Even though we both know it’ll happen again anyways.

We’ll grow to resent each other in new ways.

In another life, maybe we’re still no good for each other.

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chitownwolf · 6 days

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THIS EDIT HAS ME IN A DAMN CHOKEHOLD

#9-1-1 #evan buckley #911 abc #911 on abc #eddie diaz #Buddie #tevan #in another life #TikTok #Buddie edit

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creatingnikki · 3 months

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you tell me you don't like poetry. that you prefer a messy text with bad grammar but authentic emotion. and I smile and tell you that my poetry is a lot like that, a list of drunk texts at 2 am I never sent the person I wrote them for. minus the bad grammar. but authentic emotion? but words that aren't pompous? expression that's human? that's what my poetry is. and now at close to 2 am, I want to send you some texts. authentic emotion. lower caps. lacking punctuation perhaps. but what would I say? I'm not drunk. and I'm not in love. maybe one day you will read my poetry and wonder if in another universe we would know each other better and how wonderfully authentic that would be, how spectacularly human.

#spilled ink #writerscreed #poeticstories #poetryportal #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #2 am poetry #2 am thoughts #drunk text #in another life #in another universe #spilled thoughts #dark academia #poets on poetry #poets on love #notes to you #creatingnikki

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a-dreamersjournal · 1 month

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In Another Life.

You could not love me, i don't blame you

I couldn't love me either, not when it mattered anyways.

So i just kept on watching,

As the brown skin of my hands turned blood red,

Exactly like the blood moon

A sign of the beginning of the end.

An end to the sleepless nights,

And death of the endless what ifs.

It's not that I found an answer,

I just became too tired to seek them.

Maybe in another life, across this world or other

You and I could have been forever.

But not here, not now.

Because you are so full of life,

And I carry death in my heart.

Because you taste like heaven,

And I'm built of sin.

Your hands covered in soil telling stories,

Of all the gardens you tended to.

My hands wrapped in dirt,

Carrying ghosts of all the tragedies that I buried in those gardens.

Maybe this is goodbye for us,

Or Maybe I'll see you again.

But it'll never feel the same,

Neither to you, nor to me.

So I will find you in another lifetime,

Where we'll be right for each other.

Where you won't have to look for signs,

And I won't be too wounded to cry.

#poetry #literature #prose #academia #dear diary #journal #spilled ink #original writing #spilled thoughts #reading #love quotes #in another life #the tortured poets department #heartbreak #spilled poetry #spilled words #spilled writing

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violetsaffron5 · 11 months

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In Another Life (1)

series masterlist • chapter 2

1 | Bliss

Pairing: Gojo x f!Reader and Geto x f!Reader

Words: 3.9k

Warnings: oral sex, vaginal fingering, spit as lube, anal fingering, breeding kink, vaginal sex, creampie

an: this was originally going to be a Valentine's oneshot, but after talking with lemonlover1110 and ayyypee about the idea, they convinced me to make it a short series!

an2: this chapter starts off with immediate nsfw content

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“Fuck, you taste so good.”

“Satoru, please,” you’re whining, both hands tangled in his snowy white locks, his face buried in the apex of your thighs, the place he’s been for the majority of the past weekend.

The ring on your left hand shines and gleams from the sunlight filtering in through the partially closed curtains, rainbows from the diamond fractals bouncing off the walls and ceiling each time your hand moves.

One of his arms is wrapped around your thigh, holding you in place while he curls the two fingers inside you, running them along the soft spot that’s making your legs tremble.

You’re arching your back, grinding your hips against his tongue, eyes squeezed close as the knot in your stomach grows tighter and tighter with each passing second.

He watches the way your stomach clenches each time he flicks his tongue over your clit, just the way he knows you like it, and feels the grip in his hair tighten as you try to push his face closer to your core for more stimulation.

And he does just that, because how could he deny you when you’ve been so good to him over the years, your lives falling in line with one another when you both least expected it.

He never thought his life would turn out this way, the two of you friends turned lovers, now engaged to be married. He never thought he’d take on a wife, or have a family of his own when he has the weight of the world resting on his shoulders.

But here you are, chest heaving as you reach your climax, his name reverberating off your shared penthouse walls as you moan deliriously into the open space. The swells of your breast shine from the sunlight peeking into the bedroom, engulfing you in a halo of light so bright you look ethereal.

Satoru moans too, because you’re so sweet, he can never get enough, licking through your slick folds as he removes his fingers, placing a quick kiss on your pussy before sucking his finger clean.

You’re panting, trying to catch your breath after such an intense release. Satoru lifts himself off the bed, placing a soft kiss on the plush skin of both your thighs before sucking and nipping at the skin on your hips, stomach, and through the valley of your breasts.

He settles himself between your legs, rolling his hips into yours. You gasp as his clothed cock nudges your sensitive clit causing him to chuckle. Tweaking and pinching one nipple with his fingers, he slips the other in his mouth, rolling this tongue over the hardened bud.

Satoru watches you with sparklingly blue eyes as you wriggle under him, moving your hips up to meet his.

“We’re going to be late for work,” you manage to gasp out.

He hums in acknowledgment not really caring one way or another if he’s late to his class, his students all know him well enough by now to be aware he’s never going to show up on time, a fact you’re painfully aware of too. Your students, however, are going to ask a million questions as to why you’re late.

“Really want me to hurry?” He asks, voice low, gravelly with need slipping his briefs down while turning you over so you’re on all fours, slapping your ass. You’re gripping the cashmere sheets below, he’s running his cock through your folds, circling your clit. He’s waiting for an answer, but all that’s coming out are broken whimpers.

“Maybe I should leave you like this,” he teases, reaching forward to encircle your clit gently, “dripping, waiting for me to come home tonight.”

“N-No,” you stutter out.

“Mm. Didn’t, nngh-” he moans, pushing in slowly until he’s fully sheathed, your round ass pressed to his hips, “didn’t think so.”

After rolling his hips a few times, letting you adjust to his length, he pulls back, snapping his hips into yours fucking into you with everything he has.

It doesn’t take long for you to become a moaning mess under him, it never does, with the way you’re so pliable, melting into his every touch. He’s always known, it seems, what makes you tick, all your spots that make you gasp, moan and tremble.

“Feels s’good.” Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, back in a severe arch, arms losing their will to hold you, his hands gripping so hard on your hips you know they’ll bruise.

Satoru smirks, pistoning his hips into you harder, faster, entranced by the way your ass jiggles each time he slams into you. Placing his hand between your shoulder blades and pushing down so your face is planted into the soft fabric of the sheets, ass up higher giving him a view of your other entrance.

“Oh my god,” you whine at the feeling of him being able to get deeper in this position, the tip of his cock just barely hitting your cervix with each thrust. It’s enough to leave an ache in the pit of your stomach, a delicious twinge that’s causing more slick to pool between your thighs.

The sound of moans, grunts, and sloppy wet slaps fills the open space. Satoru looks down, watching where you’re connected, the way his cock slides in and out, how you take him so well, arousal coating every inch of him; he just can’t get enough of you like this.

And fuck if you aren’t the prettiest person he’s ever seen.

He’s always thought that, even back when you were teenagers roaming the halls of Jujutsu Tech, back before you were his like you are today, with your brows knitted together, mouth agape with a small wet spot forming on the sheets below.

Just a little mess getting fucked within an inch of your life, that’s what you are.

“Look so good, baby,” Satoru groans, “doing so well, taking all of me.”

Satoru moves his hands from your hips, slapping your ass hard before rubbing small circles over the soft reddening skin. He moans at the sights, spreading your ass, giving him a perfect view of your other hole.

He gathers saliva in his mouth before letting fall, causing you to jolt away when you feel the warmth pooling on your ass before dripping down.

“Nuh uh, baby,” he says in a teasing tone, using one hand to grip your hip tighter, holding you in place so you can’t wriggle away, “gonna make you feel so good.”

He presses his index finger to the rim of your entrance, pressing in slowly, listening to the way you moan at the additional pleasure. It’s music to his ears, all staccato, a little melody you play for only him.

Your velvety walls clench around him as he works both of your holes, his finger running along your walls until tears of pleasure are streaming from your eyes, down your cheek, and onto the cashmere.

Doing your best, you rut your hips back and wiggle your hips against Satoru’s cock and hand, meeting each of his thrusts.

“Let me hear you, baby. I want the neighbors to know who’s making you feel so good.”

“Satoru, S’toru, S’toru,” you’re chanting until he reaches his other hand forward to press gently onto your clit, eyes rolling to the back of your head before you even had a chance to expect the wave of pleasure you’re feeling wash over you.

“You’re doing so good for me baby, taking me so well,” he coos you through your orgasm, slowing his movements with his hands, his thrusts coming to a halt. “Lay down baby, on your stomach.”

He pulls out causing several embarrassing whimpers to leave your lips as you do what he’s asked, laying flat on your stomach as he spreads your legs wider with his knees. He slips back in easily, laying over top of you, his weight pinning you down on the bed.

“Wanna cum like this,” he says low in your ear as he kisses the spot below your ear that makes you gasp every time. He smiles into you as he runs his nose along your jaw, down your neck, and to your shoulders.

Satoru nips and sucks at the skin in each spot, leaving little love bites in his wake. He moves a hand under your stomach, feeling the outline of his thick cock before moving his hand lower, encircling your clit again.

“I’m gonna -oh fuck- I’m gonna cum,” he’s breathing heavily next to your ear, hot breath causing shivers to run down your spin, the knot in your stomach quickly forming again from the intimate position he’s put you in, “wanna fill you up, put a baby in you.”

You gasp at his words, pussy clenching around him like you’re trying to milk him for all he’s worth, “please.”

He leans up, placing a quick kiss on the center of your back before a guttural groan rips through his chest, his release painting your walls white. It’s enough for you to find your end too, loud cries and whimpers escaping your lips, muffled by the sheets and pillows.

You lay like this for several minutes, with Satoru overtop, still inside you, he runs his nose through your hair and kisses your neck and shoulders sweetly.

Eventually, he pulls out with a wince, rolling off the bed followed by a soft groan before kissing your forehead, walking into the bathroom, and turning on the hot water.

You’re curled on the bed, basking in the glow and warmth of the sun while he showers and gets ready for work, really not wanting to get up and do more than you have to now that you’ve been so thoroughly fucked, all before 8 a.m.

Sighing, you roll off the bed yourself, feet pitter-pattering on the mahogany hardwood floor as you make your way into the bathroom when Satoru comes out, towel on his waist, heading into the closet.

Walking in, you shield your eyes from the bright lights lining the large vanity mirror, housed around his and her sinks with marble countertops. The shower is large, clear glass looking into the brown tile that lines the wall and floor of the shower. There’s a touchscreen on the outside of the door which you use to turn on the rainfall shower head with hot water.

“Hey babe,” Satoru says, coming into the bathroom as he puts his black blindfold over his eyes, “I’m gonna head out. I’ll see you later.”

“Okay, love you,” you’re smiling, standing at the door of the shower before getting in, letting him place two soft kisses on your lips, “will you bring in the mail before you leave?”

Satoru smirks, cupping your face, pressing his lips to yours for a more passionate kiss, pulling away, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth playfully, “love you,” he whispers, running his thumb over your lip before vanishing into thin air.

“Jackass.” You’re muttering to yourself, pouting, because of course he didn’t do a mundane task, such as getting the mail.

The hot water runs over your skin, loosening your muscles as you stand, water droplets running down your face, twisting the engagement ring that’s been sitting on your finger for the last two and a half days.

Satoru took you out on Saturday night to one of the most expensive restaurants the city has to offer, something he enjoys doing on occasion when he has free time from work; being able to dote on you.

Afterward, he took you to Tokyo Tech where he said he had to pick up several things he had forgotten earlier in the week.

In reality, paper lanterns had been placed on the path leading to the courtyard between buildings, and fairy lights had been strung up in and around the trees. There was soft music playing and candles perched on every rock and hard surface around, flickering in the cool breeze.

You remember looking around and smiling at the romantic setup, laid out for just the two of you.

All of the students came out from one of the nearby buildings, Nanami included, and watched with small gasps, some with tears in their eyes as they watched Satoru get down on one knee and proclaim his love for you in front of everyone, stating the last three years had been the best of his life with you by his side.

You watched in shock and awe at all of the effort he had put into the night, with wide eyes, staring into Satoru’s twinkling cerulean gaze, waiting for your answer.

And of course you said yes, because what could possibly hold you back from marrying the man you love?

There was a little part of you that hoped when he proposed it would have been somewhere quiet, private, just the two of you to enjoy the time alone. But you’ll also cherish the memories you made that night, laughing and hugging your friends and students as they congratulated the two of you.

It’s not the direction you saw your life going by any means, especially when you were in high school.

Back then, Satoru was loud and rowdy and still is to a certain extent. You were also dating his best friend, Geto Suguru, at the time and really thought you would be spending your life in the arms of a raven-haired angel, rather than those belonging to a certain white-haired menace.

It was a shock, a cold hard reality you had to face when Satoru informed you of Suguru’s doing - how he massacred his family, whom you loved so dearly, along with one hundred and twelve non-sorcerers in a small village during his final mission at the school.

Your heart and soul shattered into a million pieces, right on the front steps of Tokyo Tech that day.

The days and months to come were exceedingly difficult as well, and you had to fight the urge to run off and be with Suguru on a daily basis. Most days you could be found laying on your bed, gripping the sheets, face planted into your pillow crying your eyes out.

Though Satoru was going through his own pain and suffering at the loss of his best friend, he would come and check in on you. Hold you close and let you cry into his shoulder, soaking the fabric of his shirt, as you’d gasp for air, trying to catch your breath.

You spend countless hours forced to see the higher-ups, explaining over and over how you knew nothing of Suguru’s plans, how you didn’t see this coming or expect it from him.

And it was true. In front of you, Suguru remained his calm, loving self. Holding you close, spending his nights with you, admiring and idolizing you every chance he got.

It took many months of self-reflection to come to the realization that Suguru had been losing weight due to his mental anguish, and not because he was working out more, as he had told you.

Realizing that as time went on after the Star Plasma mission, he was holding you closer than ever before, a little tighter each night until he could no longer hold on and chose to leave, uprooting your entire life in the process.

The shared trauma of unexpectedly losing your lover and best friend brought you and Satoru closer. He was, literally, your shoulder to cry on when you needed someone the most, ensuring he was there for you in a way he didn’t realize he needed to be for Suguru.

And in return, you made sure to be there for him when he struggled too; letting him rant and rave about the higher-ups, turning into his new moral compass as he was working to figure out who he is and what he wanted to be in the Jujutsu world, aside from the strongest.

Sometime over the years, you noticed when you would see him, your heart would beat a little faster, your hands were sweatier, and you cared more about how you presented yourself in front of him.

He also began to see you in a way he never had before. The way the dresses you would wear hugged your waist and draped over the curve of your hips, how your voice was more smooth and melodic than in your teenage years; realized he found he was at peace in your presence.

One day, the two of you were grabbing a bite to eat after work. He walked you home that night, something you thought was odd of him, usually choosing to part ways after dinner.

When you got to your apartment door, you turned to say good night, his crystalline eyes flickering between your eyes and lips before he pulled you into him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he held onto your waist, tongues tangling and gliding along one another until you both pulled away, out of breath.

And it was awkward.

Both of you felt as if you had just betrayed Suguru, even after years of him being gone, his presence still lingered between the two of you like a ton of bricks.

It took a little convincing on Satoru’s part, but shortly after your twentieth birthday, the two of you started dating.

Biting your lip, you sigh to yourself as you finish rinsing the conditioner from your hair and stepping out of the shower, wrapping a towel around your form after drying off.

You’re as quick as you can be when you do your normal morning routine of brushing your teeth, applying moisturizers, and doing your hair and makeup before going into the large shared closet and putting on your uniform.

Before you decide to leave, you grab the mail that has been piling up since the start of your weekend that your beloved husband-to-be failed to gather this morning.

Chewing on the side of your cheek, you flip through all of the junk mail, planning on throwing it out when an envelope with a similar aqua shade to Satoru’s eyes comes into view.

Oddly, it was sent to your old apartment address, which you opted to sell when moving in with Satoru a year into your relationship, but has since been forwarded on to the penthouse.

And the writing on it looks like your own.

Knitting your brows together, you open the top of the sleeve and pull out a white sheet of paper, it even has the same scent as the perfume you use, and there are traces of residual energy on it.

Opening the paper, you read through its contents, a gasp escaping your lips as you hold your hand up to your mouth, feeling the cool metal of your new engagement ring on your lips, tears pricking in the corner of your eyes.

. . . . .

Dear younger-self,

I know what you’re thinking, “What do you mean ‘younger self’? How is it possible to send a letter to myself from the future?” and the answer is simple. I met a curse user with the ability to send items into the past, at a specific period.

I know, I know, “How did you convince a curse user of all people to help you out?”

Over the years, I’ve picked up plenty of tricks from Satoru, along with several creative ways to threaten people into doing what I need from them. And if all else fails, all I have to do is mention Satoru’s name, and most sorcerers and curse users will do as asked, in fear of him.

There are limitations with cursed techniques such as that, as I’m sure you’re fully aware of at this point in your young life. The item had to be small, no larger than a book.

A letter seemed the most obvious choice, so I could provide you with the details of my life, and the decisions I made, so it could potentially help you when you get to those turning points in your own life.

By the time you receive this letter, Satoru will have been changing over the years. No longer the cocky kid from high school, but rather a strong, confident, handsome, young man (as if he wasn't always that way), who’s beginning to show interest in you.

Our feelings for one another blossomed as we spent time with one another, without the presence of Suguru between us, however, when we first kissed, there were still lingering feelings of betrayal that manifested.

Despite that, I moved forward, into a relationship with Satoru and I wish now in my life I would have taken more time to think about what I truly wanted and needed in the future, not just in the moment.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve absolutely loved the life I’ve been able to live by Satoru’s side, and I love Satoru with every fiber of my being.

We’ve had many good years together, our wedding day and honeymoon are memories I hope to never forget as I grow into old age. Being surrounded by those we love and hold dear to our hearts has been an important aspect of our relationship and growing alongside one another.

Of course, like every relationship, we’ve faced our fair share of challenges. After marriage, we learned we were both more forgiving of the other's quirks and unreasonableness while dating.

It was as if we thought as soon as we got married, those things that bothered us wouldn’t exist anymore, which of course wasn’t the case. It seems so silly, looking back on those early arguments now, having learned along the way that communication was the key to our success.

And how could I forget the time he got himself trapped in Shibuya, relying solely on his students and friends to rescue him?

Despite this, despite knowing what the future will bring for you, I still wish when I was at that turning point in my life, I had made a different decision. I wish, rather than accepting that first date with Satoru, while my heart was still bleeding for Suguru, I would have told him I needed more time to sort things out.

And maybe then, I would have turned away and never looked back.

Because even after all this time, after everything the future holds, nothing on this planet will ever compare to the love I still hold for Suguru, even after all this time.

I can see myself rolling my eyes after reading this letter, crumpling it up, and throwing it away in anguish from the facts I’ve stated.

You’re going to be questioning if this letter is really from your future self, and how will you ever truly know that is the case?

There are so many things that happened during my time together at Jujutsu Tech. Some of my personal favorites consist of the dinners Suguru and I would cook in the dining halls when Satoru would be out on missions alone. We would cook noodles, play music, and slow dance without interruption since Ijichi and Nanami would stay cooped up in their rooms.

The times Suguru and I would sneak out of the dorms during summer, being caught by Haibara once and convincing him not to tell, just so we could walk along the moonlit beaches near Tokyo, sitting in each other’s arms watching the sunrise, just to have a little more time together before parting ways to your own classes and missions.

I hope for your sake, you can make the decision that will make you the happiest. One you won’t come to lament over time

@s-witch-bitch @watyousayin @coffee-on-a-rainyautumn @ritsatoru @faewithsnakes @lex-dear @hvziers @babybae-shisui @saiewithakatana @yihona-san06 @shartnart1 @lilith412426

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intriq · 9 months

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✧ Starfall

contents: more angst, the "in another life" trope

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

Zhongli knew that falling in love was going to be hard for him, considering he was an Archon who could at any moment suffer the dire effects of erosion.

Not to mention he’d likely outlive any lover he had.

But yet, when he’d come across you in his early years as a young god during the Archon War, you had already settled down in life. In that lifetime, Zhongli only admired you, and did not think it would be right of him to fall further for you.

So he spent his youth making sure the home you’d made, now lost to time among the now bustling Liyue Harbor, having been built over for centuries, was safe. You never once suffered the effects of the Archon War, and was among the first to settle in the now present-time Liyue Harbor.

A few thousand years later, during the fall of Khaenri’ah, he’d met you again. And this time, you were still within your youth, likely your mid to late 20’s, looking almost exactly alike to the you in your previous life.

So he allowed himself to fall for you after just doing a bit of work to find information on whether or not you were in love already.

And when it was confirmed you had yet to fall for anyone, he swooped in to take you for himself.

A risky endeavor, considering you would only be a fleeting existence in his eternal life, and he treasured you greatly. Anything you could ever want, he would bring you. Anywhere you wished to be, he would bring you.

And whenever you’d need him by your side, he was there, your hand gently cradled in his.

And before Zhongli had known it, he had fallen for you so greatly that he could not imagine existing without you. He was almost desperate, wanting so desperately to make you a god yourself that you would always be with him.

But for a human to become a god was impossible.

And when Kheanri’ah was destroyed, he rushed to your aide as the swarms of monsters came. He rushed as fast as he could, hurrying to your aide as Liyue held its own, making the swarm follow them back into the Chasm, causing the soldiers and the one Yaksha inside to be lost.

But that did not hold any weight in Zhongli’s heart, as he’d so desperately abandoned Liyue’s army to rush back to your side, to make sure you were safe.

And when he did return, his sight was greeted by your home nothing but a charred crisp, with a trail of blood from the charred door at the front to you.

You were leaned against a large rock, and blood pooled beneath you, and the sight made Zhongli instantly fall to his knees by your side.

His blood in that instant was as cold as your lifeless body, and you almost looked to be peacefully sleeping, if it were not for the wounds on your body.

His hands tremble as he holds you in his arms, one hand shaking terribly as it moves up to cup your face. He calls your name, his thumb running over your cheek as he hopes your just sleeping, hoping to delude himself as to your true fate.

He pulls your lifeless body closer to his chest, his head hanging as he weeps, still calling out your name over and over until his voice is hoarse and his throat raw.

After many hours when he is no longer able to cry and no longer able to call your name, he buries you. And after you are buried, he erects a mountain above your gravesite, a mountain which is now known as Qingyun Peak. The abodes of his adeptus rest around it, guarding your gravesite.

And now, five-hundred years later, his heart still bitter of your loss, he is stunned to discover you.

He was sitting at Third-Round Knockout when he’d heard your voice. Despite hearing you many years ago, it still rings clear as day in his mind, his heart recognizing it instantly. His head turns, almost dropping the cup of tea in his hands as his gaze locks on you.

Even despite this being probably your third or more reincarnation, he knows its you. He knows it, for you have the same hair, the same face. Everything about the way you looked and acted was the same.

But most of all, your voice was the same.

He practically jumps out of his seat, his cup of tea long abandoned on the table now. And as he approaches he freezes as he hears you speak and show your hand to the friend you were with.

A ring glints in the light as he stops, his gaze locked on it. You were engaged.

You had fallen in love before he could find you again, and his heart is torn.

The greeting he was going to give you doesn’t make it past his lips as he can only watch you walk away with your friend, gushing with a voice so full of love about your fiancé. A voice that he wished could only be for him.

His hands clench into fists as he watches you disappear, the wound in his heart opening as he is reminded of the pain he’d felt when he’d discovered your dead body in your previous life.

In this life, you were meant to be with another. He could only hope that in another couple hundred years, he’d be still left alone by erosion so he could fall in love with you again before anyone else could.

And so, he turns, departing the center of Liyue Harbor as he tries to console himself. A few hundred years would go by quickly, he hopes. He could wait that long. After all, he waited five-hundred years to see you again.

He could try to be patient once more.

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