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dreadpegasus · 2 years

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I'm from the South, so here's some of my favorite southern (or jus American things lowkey) things I think Jason would enjoy showing Salim;

It also gets more unhinged as it goes on

- The music, Especially the weirder, older songs. I can imagine Salim showing Jason some meaningful Arabic songs and Jason's just like 'She Thinks My Tractors Sexy' 🕺

- SWEET TEA, Ive been made painfully aware of the huge difference in sweet tea from the south and sweet tea from the west. Jason gets Salim to try some of his tea and Salim is just like ,?!:?2?????? How are you alive

- Fishing, Specifically noodling, Jason asks Salim if he wants to go fishing and he's like 'okay sure, but don't we need fishing rods?' And Jason's just like 'where we're going we don't need rods' and later is arm wrestling the catfish while Salim just watches from the bank amusedly

- State fairs, Very simple and domestic. Just the two going through, giggling at the ridiculously large pumpkins and squash, feeding animals at the petting zoo, maybe riding some rides. And can't forget the fried shit, ie deep fried butter, deep fried Oreos, among other deep fried shit

- The bipolar weather (+ 'I can smell the rain'), Salim and Jason sitting outside on porch on a clear sunny day just chatting away, and suddenly Jason's like 'its gonna rain' and Salims like '?? There's no clouds' and Jason just responds with 'I can smell it' with no further explanation and next thing you know, 10 minutes later it's a downpour ('Its rainin' cats and dogs out there.' 'No, Jason, it's raining water.')

- Weird terms, Salim boobin out over a broken thing that can easily be fixed and Jason's just like 'it don't amount to a hill of beans' as he goes to fix it and Salim is just like '???? What'

- Lightning bugs, I cannot even begin to explain the joy it brings me of the thought of Salim just seeing random flashing dots at night and Jason explains that there's literally just bugs that light up and catching one to show him <333 (idk the whereabouts of lightning bugs so let's just say Salims never seen them :o )

- Bonfires, Salim and Jason just outside on a warm summer's night, sitting in front of a bonfire, roasting marshmallows and just conversing about whatever comes up <3

#wrote this fighting the melatonin gummies #I'm in love with the thought of them sharing each other's culture and customs #I think it's so cute #obviously not all synonymous with only the south #except the sweet tea thing #California has horrible 'sweet' tea #stimmed from a convo sharing American things to my Canadian friend #jason kolchek #salim othman #house of ashes #the dark pictures anthology #the dark pictures house of ashes #supermassive games #jason x salim #jalim

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saiqherrr · 3 years

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.could not be tainted part two (s. getou)

.pairing suguru getou x fem!reader

.content warning mentions of death, jjk 0/gojo's past arc spoilers, angst, fluff :)

.synopsis "that voice. you... heard it somewhere before. it was...it’s his. that’s suguru’s voice. why did he sound so distant to you? why did he sound so far away? why did he sound so unfamiliar? why did he say that?"

.a/n i don't have a lot to say but i am very invested in what i wrote so i wrote a lil part two. i don't see a part three... maybe that'll change. we'll see.

IF YOU DID NOT READ PART ONE, READ HERE.

“PLEASE STOP LOVING ME AFTER TONIGHT, Y/N...”

that voice. you... heard it somewhere before. it was...it’s his. that’s suguru’s voice. why did he sound so distant to you? why did he sound so far away? why did he sound so unfamiliar? why did he say that?

you felt invisible sensations of lips being pressed against your earlobe, cheek and neck. “stop fighting it.” you felt as if your body was being controlled by someone else, your hands reaching to do something until some sort of force is pinning them over your head.

“suguru...” you called out to him out loud, your face strained with your eyes closed. beads of sweat accumulated on your forehead and you laid in your own pool of it on the bed. your hand unconsciously lifts up, reaching for something in the air that wasn’t there. “suguru...?”

“y/n?”

with a large gasp, you hastily shot up in the bed, trying to catch your breath. you placed a hand over your racing heart, feeling it pulse against your hand over and over. the voice that had called your name was the man laying beside you with a baby on his chest.

suguru.

“are you okay, y/n?” he asked you, a concerned look on his face. your one year old daughter, sumiye, laid on her stomach on top of chest, rising and falling with it each time he took a breath. her face was turned away from you and her small arms hung lazily on either side of him.

you eventually steadied your breathing, wiping away the sweat on your forehead with the back of your hand. “i-i’m okay...i just..had a bad dream.”

suguru cocks an eyebrow. “really? you were saying my name...”

unusually, you remembered every last detail. normally, you forgot about your dreams the moment you tried to remember this. this wasn’t a dream you wanted to recount though. the dream felt more like a memory rather than some random scenario your brain had randomly came up with.

“i don’t remember it,” you lie in a soft voice. you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him the details. you look over at your child, leaning over to smooth her black hair down with your hand. “did i wake her?”

suguru shakes his head, no and closes his eyes as he relaxes in bed again. “you were moving a little. i didn’t want her to get squished in between us, so i moved her,” he answers you with a yawn. a relieved smile spreads across your face, adoring how he was always mindful of your daughter.

you were reminded of your physical state when you felt your shirt sticking to your back due to you excessively sweating. you sighed heavily as you swung your legs from under the covers and stood up from the bed, stretching your arms, yawning.

“i’m gonna take a quick shower,” you tell him before trudging to the bathroom. you felt icky, gross, and you needed to further relax yourself from having such an intense dream.

you still couldn’t get over how...real it felt. the way it lingered in your brain didn’t feel right. the dream was too realistic. it felt like deja vu to think about it. as you undressed yourself in the bathroom, you ran your fingers across your forearms as if something was something to be there, but there wasn’t anything there. you felt like you were in someone else's body. nothing felt right to you. nothing felt normal this morning. why?

you hoped that maybe the shower would clear your mind, but it didn't. it only caused you to ponder about it even more. dreadful images of a cold glare staring down at you flashed in your mind. thinking about the sensations of a rough hand around your throat had you struggling to breath through the hot steam that came from the shower. your hand frantically turned the water to a lower temperature, however, the coldness of the water matched the coldness of the words that were said to you in that dream.

“stop fighting it.”

you gave up on taking a relaxing shower, sighing heavily as you turned the water off and pushed the wet, glass shower door aside and stepped out, your toes welcomed by the mat that was in front of you as it absorbed the water that rolled down your legs.

as you dried yourself with a towel and took care of your hygiene, you could hear distant crying on the other side of the door. sumiye. you went still, trying to hear what was happening and you could hear suguru's voice trying to sooth your daughter, followed by a "shhhh, shhhh, shhhh."

you smiled to yourself, blessed to be with such a nurturing and caring man. you never found him to be family-oriented, but maybe that trait came after you had sumiye. you tried to reminisce about what it was like while you were sitill pregnant, but the memories came in like static. everything was noisy, fuzzy. when you could clearly imagine a clear image of when you were pregnant, it didn't have suguru in it.

what the fuck. you felt like you were losing your mind ever since you woke up.

you put on your bra and underwear and wrapped a burgundy, silk robe around your body before looking in the mirror. you body jolted when you saw an almost clear picture of suguru standing behind you, looking disheveled and...malicious. there was an evil glint in his eye that kept your body frozen in place, gripping onto the bathroom counter before you and gulping.

“just because i’ve lost my mind, does not mean i do not love you.”

those words circled around your head like dizzy stars. they were a part of that dream you had. for fucks sake, you really had to get out of your head. with a simple blink, suguru was gone. you waited a bit before moving again.

you rub your temples in circular motions, trying to ease yourself before you came out of the bathroom. your nose followed the smell of bacon that came from the kitchen. you were greeted with the sight of suguru sitting in a dining chair, feeding soft, scrambled eggs to sumiye and bacon was sizzling in a pan.

how long were you in that bathroom?

sumiye brought her attention to you once you entered the room, a blank expression on her face. the corners of your mouth turn upwards as you smile at her.

"hi, pretty mama," you cooed at her, approaching her high chair to pick her up. sumiye responded with a gummy smile and gurgled gibberish. you giggle as you beam at your child, looking back at suguru who had a soft smile on his face.

“i think she doesn’t like scrambled eggs,” he comments with a sigh, getting up after putting the plastic baby spoon back onto the plate. he makes his way back to the stove to check the bacon.

you laugh at his comment and shake your head as you sit yourself in the seat he was previously sitting in. sumiye sat on your lap and you took a spoon of the eggs and pressed it against her slobbered, small mouth until she opened it and swallowed the food. “or maybe she’s just a mama’s girl,” you teasingly respond to suguru.

he turns around, seeing that sumiye was happily eating the eggs while you made silly faces and baby-talked her. “she must be,” he mumbled. he turned over the bacon a couple more times until he was satisfied and placed it all on a plate. by then, sumiye had finished her food and you had placed her in her bouncer. you plated yourself your own breakfast and sat at the table while suguru did the same. you both ate in silence, occasionally bringing your attention to sumiye to make sure she was alright.

suguru had left to go to work shortly after breakfast. the rest of your day was lazy, watching and playing with sumiye. that dream still lingered on your fucking mind. you still kept seeing glimpses of a dark shadow around the apartment, mimicking suguru's silhouette. that evil, twisted version of his voice was playing in your head non-stop. you couldn't catch a break. why was a simple nightmare eating you up so fucking much?!

you put sumiye down for her nap before taking melatonin and falling asleep on the bed to take a decent nap, letting all your worries drift away. you got two hours in before the empty side of the bed sunk in from someone else's weight. your eyes shot open and you rolled over, laying on your back and turned your neck to see... no one.

as soon as you went to turn back around again, there he was, hovering over you.

“please stop loving me after tonight, y/n,” he whispers in your ear as he inclined down and began to kiss your earlobe, moving to your cheek and then your neck. your eyes augment at his sudden words.

that's when it finally clicked. this was all a dream. and as expected, some strange force owned by the universe had pulled you out of such a deep nightmare and had you gasping for air in your bedroom, drenched in your sweat even though vent above your head was blowing freezing cold air. your eyes burned with warm, fresh tears, threatening to dribble over and roll down your flushed cheeks.

a hand was placed against your beating chest as you hiccuped while you tried to recover from the dream, looking around your room to grasp everything - this was reality. even though you knew he wasn't there, you still looked over to make sure the other side of your bed was empty.

you slowly got out of your bed, standing on your feet and took small, cautious steps towards your bedroom door. you opened it, clammy hands anxiously twisting the doorknob. when you finally stepped out of the room, it finally registered that you were home in satoru's apartment. sumiye.

your feet moved on their own as you found yourself quickly making your way to your daughter's room. you opened the door slowly, still being careful not to wake her. besides the moonlight that had seeped through her window blinds, the room was just barely illuminated by a pastel blue nightlight that was plugged into an outlet by her crib.

inside of her crib, there she was, being held by satoru. he had crammed himself in the decently large crib, legs bent while his arm laid over sumiye's small body which was obviously an endeavor to calm her down earlier. his lips were parted, drool seeped through the corner of his lips and he lightly snored. your daughter was peacefully sleeping in the arms of her godfather. this was reality.

even in your dreams, your perception of the evil, wretched man you once loved could not be tainted. deep down you knew that you wanted that dream to be a reality so desperately, for suguru to come home and shower sumiye with kisses - for him to be there.

yet he died happily knowing you were safe, that sumiye was safe, and that you'd be able to live happily without him.

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