#don’t look I am vulnerable

[gojoest]

the light of my life, the apple of my eye, the sunshine of my days, the beacon of my heart, the spark in my eyes, the fire in my soul, the center of my universe

[fireladybuckley]

I can’t believe a boyfriend made a silly sex joke to lighten the mood after both partners had a moment of vulnerability. The audacity. The horror. The normalcy! Unbelievable. How dare a conversation about feelings turn to levity. How dare a couple have a light chat about trauma-related things over dinner that doesn’t turn into an incredibly deep heart to heart instead of a joke and moving on. Unbelievable. I’m never watching this show again! 👎🏻

[opticsel]

crazy to think that people my age want to have sex… and that many of them have had sex before… and that they are actively seeking out people to have sex with….. and that they talk about sex with their other sex-having friends……. couldn’t be me but y’all have fun tho! stay safe out there and stuff

[jaxxrabbie]

To be loved is to be seen. To be seen is to be vulnerable. To be vulnerable is to be naked. To be naked is to strip of all your weaponry. To be loved is to be raw. To be raw is to rip your canines out with pliers. To be naked you must withdraw, to be vulnerable you must submit. To be loved is to forfeit.

[pepprs]

genuinely so angry and scared im shaking. how many other times this week this month this year have i been exposed without knowing it. do people even tell each other anymore. it’s just so grim. it’s so fucking grim

[sharpth1ng]

Feeling grumpy, here’s an angsty Billy song.

[byanyan]

byan finally getting comfortable enough with someone that they'll let that person take care of them and even go to them for care any time they're sick/hurt/not in a good place mentally/etc. is such a fucking dynamic goal tbh

[lovebloods]

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[merriclo]

“we are bound by the same sins” is such a raw fucking line and i cannot remember who said it but it’s just so fucking good

[queerdesire]

FINALLY GOT A FUCKING ANSWER. Friends friends friend boys and girls 🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡

[posts-from-employee-427]

ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵃᵇᵒᵛᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵘⁿⁱᶜᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱᵐ? ᵂʰʸ? ᵂᵒᵘˡᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵗᵒ ˢᵃʸ ʰᵒʷ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃᶜᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ ᶠᵉˡᵗ ʰᵉˡᵖ? ⁽ᴬˡˢᵒ’ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ⁱᵈᵉᵃˢ ᵒⁿ ʰᵒʷ ᵗᵒ ᵉⁿᵗᵉʳᵗᵃⁱⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳˢᵉˡᶠ’ ᵐᵃʸᵇᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵗʳʸ ᵒʳⁱᵍᵃᵐⁱ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵉˢᵏ ᵖᵃᵖᵉʳˢ? ᴹᵃʸᵇᵉ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ᵃ ᵖᵉⁿᶜⁱˡ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵒ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵈʳᵃʷⁱⁿᵍ ⁽ⁱᶠ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵉˣⁱˢᵗ ᵃⁿʸᵐᵒʳᵉ⁾⁾ -[𝙍𝙀𝘿𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙀𝘿]

Alright listen, it's not like I haven't tried to communicate with him, it just doesn't work. Not talking definitely doesn't help, I know, but he really just doesn't listen. I don’t know why it is that we can't manage to actually communicate but every attempt fails so why keep bothering. I am above communicating with him because I'm above continuously doing something that isn't working.

Anyways, I think I will do some origami. The place looks bland now that it's not covered in paper. I only know how to make paper cranes and rabbits but it'll pass the time.

[romantically-yours]

I desire romantically doing makeup with somebody

[deviousdayz]

There is a lot going on that I do not know how to handle! And I think I might throw up abt it

[jaggercore]

literally the biggest tragedy is the most beautiful part of the body is trapped beneath all the muscle and sinew and skin, and we have to make do by just bringing a small portion to the surface

[lonlonranching]

If I get really into bnha again would y’all be mad at me 👉🏻👈🏻

[tender-rosiey]

hiii 😭 I REALLY LOVE UR GOJO X YN SO MUCHHH 😔😔 I was also wondering like maybe what if y/n has a wound, like any where 🥲 it could be either on her back, arms, legs but she doesn't wanna tell gojo abt it and she hides it, then he will find out about it either she winces when gojo hugs her, starts wearing long sleeved clothes or her shirt lifts up while sleeping 🤧 TYSMM❤❤

strain — gojo satoru x f!reader

a/n: I am honored that you like my works, love! hope you enjoy this as well 🫶💕🫶 also happy birthday to the man, the myth, the legend: gojo satoru!! (it’s still his birthday in my country so hush I am not late)

you are more than a capable sorcerer. in fact, you are one of the strongest in the field.

however, like anyone else, there are some moments where things get a little out of hand, and you come back bearing a rather long slash on your left arm.

but since it’s pretty late, you decided you will bother shoko about it in the morning. that is how you’re finally in your home, with satoru nowhere to be found.

you frown lightly at the fact that he is still out there fighting curses, but a part of you feels relieved that you don’t have to explain your situation right now.

the night should pass by smoothly, and you will go to shoko tomorrow: a fool-proof plan!

so you do what you can to sanitize the wound, and cover it until you can get it treated properly. you also take the chance to indulge in your favorite snack as a good job treat.

after finishing your food and tidying up for the day, you’re finally in bed, all-cozied up and avoiding anything touching your wound as much as possible.

a deep breathe in, a deep breathe out, and you slowly drift to sleep.

not much time passes before satoru’s familiar footsteps echo throughout the house.

your husband has an abundance of energy.

but it seemed like today’s missions have drained him a bit more than normal, so he skips eating anything and heads straight to your shared bedroom.

his heart softens, and his muscles relax upon the sight of you tucked in bed. he walks to press a small kiss on your forehead, quickly changing into his pajamas and settling right by your side.

he stretches a bit and turns to spoon you as per usual, eyes closing in contentment.

but you wince, even if adeptly, and it sends alarms ringing through his head.

he jerks up, and his hand is instantly placed on your arm again, softly. there is an ever so faint change in your expression as your eyebrows furrow, and he has never pulled his hand away so fast.

he keeps debating in his head whether to wake you up or not, but he swiftly settles for the former.

he needs to know what happened. so he, regrettably, nudges your sleepy form, “y/n?”

you groan, but, nonetheless, you reply, “…what?”

while satoru often likes to base theatrics around his every move and phrase, but he also knows when to get straight to the point, “did you get hurt on today’s mission?”

you’re no longer half-asleep, and you quickly sit up, eyeing your husband. knowing there is no escape nor denial, you fidget with your fingers and nod slowly.

then you hurriedly utter, “but I was going to see shoko first thing in the morning; I promise!”

he nods slowly, holding your hands in his own. you’re left to look him in the eyes. satoru’s eyes being exposed makes him feel so vulnerable, or at least that’s how he is with you.

you can see every wrinkle, and every crease; you can see what he is thinking about in real time. he has long given up hiding anything from you, and, besides, it feels fresh to just let go.

but right now, as you look into his eyes, you see them swarming with confliction, pain, and worry.

he doesn’t scold you about not going right now because he knows that you will tell him that you either thought it wasn’t a big deal or that you didn’t want to bother shoko with it.

instead, he settles on a hushed whisper of “can I see it?”

you throw him a confused look, “why? I am getting it treated tomorrow anyway,” then you smile, “it’s not going to permanent if that’s what you’re worried about.”

he shakes his head, “it’s not that; I just—“ he takes a deep breath then looks at you pleadingly, “just let me see it.”

perhaps it’s to silence his thoughts and to show him that you’re truly okay, as okay as you can be.

you’re still alive, and that’s what matters, he thinks. nevertheless, he feels the need to see just how serious is the wound anyway.

reluctantly, you slowly take off your jacket to reveal the poorly bandaged gash on your arm.

he looks up at you, asking for permission because even if he needs to see it for his own selfish reasons, he has to put you above anything and everything else.

you nod, giving the free reign to slowly take off the bandages. you can barely hold back any pained noises, but you can’t help the wincing of your body.

satoru’s frown deepens, and with every move, your husband’s heart aches. it goes like that until the wound is finally unveiled.

you feel satoru observing the cut so intently that you look away. satoru curses everything that he can think of, and never has we wanted the ability to heal others more than right now.

he straightens his back, “that’s a deep cut, y’know.”

“I know…”

“you also realize that the wound could’ve hit your chest and inevitably heart, right?”

you huff, “listen, if you’re going to give me a lecture or keep making me feel bad about it then I will have you know—“

“you could’ve died.”

you notice the strain in his voice, so you turn to finally look eyes with him. he looks pained, so hurt, maybe even terrified at the fact that there was a chance that he could’ve lost you.

your expression immediately becomes that of sympathy, “but I didn’t, and dwelling on the fact that I might’ve died will only bother you for no reason,” you hold his hand, “I am here and alive, aren’t I?”

your husband sighs, resting his head on your right shoulder, “you’re hurting my poor little heart whenever you put yourself in danger like that.”

a giggle escapes your lips, and your hands naturally find their way in his hair, fingers gently carding through, “whatever shall we do.”

“if things went my way then you would just stay home looking all pretty like you always do,” he states, and you roll your eyes.

“well, they’re going my way tonight, so—“ the clock strikes twelve, “happy birthday, silly boy.”

his eyes widen and he pulls away to look you in the face. he blinks dumbly then looks at what’s in your hands: a cupcake with a candle.

a wide grin of unbridled joy appears on your husband’s face. his eyes shimmer in the moonlight as he laughs, “I really didn’t expect it this time!”

“you outdid yourself, pretty girl,” he hums, hand caressing your cheek.

“I still have a lot more things for you,” you beam with pride. satoru can’t contain himself anymore, and he pulls you into a loving embrace.

“I love you so much,” he murmurs beside your ear, pressing a light kiss to the side of your neck.

you pat his back, “I love you too, ‘toru,” you laugh, “but you’re pressing on my wound, and I think I am just going to cry and not because of overwhelming love.”

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