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pairing: levi ackerman x reader

wc: 400

warnings: none <33

18+ → minors / blank blogs dni

After the Titan war, after the dust has settled on the battlefield, a single thought finds itself ever present at the forefront of your brain. A single command that keeps your body moving, keeps your legs running no matter how hard they ache. Keeps your blood pumping and your heart racing. A single mission left, one you can’t fail.

You have to find him.

When Eren screamed, when you lost yourself and became a thoughtless Titan hellbent on following the new founders every command. You lost Levi. You lost your lifeblood. No matter how much you ache, no matter how terribly you just want to collapse— your body just can’t find it in itself to do so. Adrenaline pumping through your veins, pushing you, forcing you to find him. To continue on your desperate search of the barren wasteland. To search through the bodies of fallen comrades. To find your other half. To make sure he’s okay.

The moment you lay eyes on him, the moment you see him resting against that rock, a tear rolling down his cheek, a weight lifts off your shoulders. Your heart stops pounding. The food from your vision clears. Your legs carry your frame to him without thinking. You never have to think when it comes to him. At this point it feels like everything comes too easy. Loving him is easy.

Your hands find his temples, holding him. Letting you know that he is real. That you both still are. Your forehead presses against his own as your legs collapse. Finally safe. Finally with him. Tears swell in your eyes. It’s over, the story has reached its conclusion. You are free.

“You can rest now.”

Your voice is quiet, barely above a whisper. You know he heard it. His arm slumps, muscles relaxing as you finally hold him. As you keep him close. As the two of you make it out of a battle for the final time together. You both live together. All of your hopes and dreams can finally be realised. All of the hardships are worth it just for this, for now. For the present— for a future where you two can grow old, for a future where the two of you can find refuge in each others souls without worry.

A future where happiness is your only worry.

Can’t sleep >:((

scene I — red, the colour of blood

synopsis: today is the day. today you’re going to divorce him. you can do it, you can do it okay? believe in yourself yeah? how foolish you were.

┆∿ gojo x fem! reader

┆∿ wc: 3.2k

┆∿ content: gone girl inspired/au, blood, manipulation; police questioning, not much in this chapter!, please read the series warnings!

┆∿ notes: chapter 1!!!!! I’m so exited to finally get into this series after having put it off for so long (college is hell). I hope everyone enjoys reading it as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it so far!

┆∿ series m. list → scene II

18+ → minors / blank blogs dni

“Satoru!”

Your voice rings hollow. The house was silent, not a single sound penetrating the decrepit halls of the building. That’s all it was now- just a building. There was no warmth, no happiness, no joy resting somewhere deep in the drywall. But that would all end soon- soon you would ask for a divorce. Soon you could leave and be happy all on your own. Soon you wouldn't have to depend on him anymore.

For anything.

You shuffle off your shoes, dropping the car keys on the small shelf by the door. The jingle felt louder than life- your senses reaching their peak as soon as you cross the thresh-hold. They had to be. You never knew what might set him off; never knew what might trigger him. Never knew when he would ignore you for days. He was unpredictable, and you haven’t been good at keeping up with him for years.

Not that it mattered much.

You theorised he liked you like that. Always trying to guess what was coming, what he was thinking. You sometimes wish you could look inside his brain, pick it apart to try and understand him. Fish around inside for something, anything, to decipher why he had kept you around for 5 long years.

It was clear the marriage was loveless at this point- at least it is to you.

So why can’t he just let it go?

You stay up at night trying to figure that out.

Maybe you got married too fast. That’s what you always told yourself at least, when you stared at the little red dashes on the clock in the early hours of the morning. It didn’t feel like it was at the time… back then it was some type of whirlwind. One that swept you off your feet and made you fall stupidly, hopelessly, madly in love.

You remember that night too well. More than you'd like to, honestly. It was a party. A stupid party your company was holding to welcome new talent to the agency. You were just an intern then, unsure how you even managed to get an invite. It didn’t matter anyway, you still stood in the room with the rest of the talent, wearing the nicest outfit you could afford. You hardly knew anyone back then, so you just watched. Studying people had become a hobby recently, but your eyes always went back to him.

Gojo Satoru.

He was the hottest new commodity around- that's what your boss said anyway. Said something about him being scouted off the streets. How lucky your company had been to find him first. You could see why.

Everything about him called people to surround him. To hang off his every word. To treat him like he was the crown jewel of the entire world. He easily monopolised the entire crowd in mere seconds of walking into the room. Focus on him. Just him.

He was king.

Yet, as the night pressed on… for some strange reason that you still can't discern to this day, he became obsessed with your attention alone. You became his queen. He did everything in his power to make you laugh, to make you feel alive, to get you hooked on his presence. You didn’t plan on it at the time… you really didn’t. But as the air got thicker, as the drinks became stronger… he filled every part of your being.

He took you to his bed and-

You shook your head.

You always cut off your thoughts before they got too good. Before the aching pain of loneliness; of nostalgia for a better time set in too deep. Before it turns into regret. Before it consumes you, morphing itself into something angry, something ugly again. Before you start to hate him for turning into a stranger. For tricking you with a handsome mask of purity and kindness. For kissing you under the stars on that balcony. For making you think you were special. Because for those two years he treasured you and worshipped the ground you walked on, he really had you fooled.

It’s best not to remember the good times with him.

You hear yourself pad into the living room, body working on auto-pilot as you look for your husband. You have to be brave, and to be brave you need to turn off everything else. The conversation you are going to have– need to have with him was terrifying. But you made the decision this morning.

“Satoru!!” You call again, eyebrows scrunched together. He would always respond to your voice. Always. The concerned-wife persona overtakes your body like a second skin. His car was in the driveway- he had to be home, right? Oh god, hopefully he wasn’t playing hide and seek again. Your feet move faster at the mere thought. You hated that game. You hate every single one of his games. They’re so scary and you always feel so vulnerable and–

“Oh my god!!” You yelp, eyes darting around the living room as you take it in. The glass coffee table was shattered, flipped on its side. Chairs, lamps, even the fucking TV was smashed in. What the fuck happened here? Did someone break in? Oh fuck. Holy shit.

Your hands come up, covering your mouth as you take a view steps back, taking in the room. Trying to make sense of what happened, what you should do. Your mind spins, it races. Nobody gave you training for this! No one! You didn’t notice where you were stepping, how far the glass had crept out from the shatter. Not until an all too sharp shard easily slides past the fabric of your sock, embedding itself in your heel.

A sharp yelp leaves your throat as you instinctively pick up your foot and hold it. The pain shoots straight up your spine as you lose your balance, landing your ass on the floor. Your eyes fill with tears from the pain as you clutch your foot. Fuck.

The police.

That’s what you were supposed to do. The pain cleared your foot to remind you of that much, at least.

You whine as you try to stand on one foot, limping your way to the kitchen. Splotches of blood trailing behind as you make your way. You sniffle, trying to catch your breath. To calm yourself down so you don't sound like an idiot on the phone. Your fingers press the keys on your phone, shakily bringing the box up to your ear.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

“Holy shit, (y/n)!”

It's your best friend's voice. Mei. You can make that out at least. It feels like the first thing you've heard in hours- her sing-song pitch laced with fear and worry. Your lids feel heavy as you look up at her, tired, drained from questioning. There she stands in front of you, looking like an angel in a halo of fluorescent light.

“Honey…” She frowns looking at you, arms quickly wrapping around your frame. Trying to give you some comfort. You try to force a smile, to ease her worries but it does nothing.

“I’m okay.. I’m okay… I promise yeah?” You mumble quietly. You never have been very good at calming others down. Gojo was good at calming you down, once upon a time.

“How can you be okay!!” She shrieks, pulling back to look at your face, “Your husband is missing and they’re keeping you trapped in here like some kind of! Some kind of!!” She trails off. Her worry for you quickly turns into annoyance at the officers, trying to find someone to blame for your misery.

She was always like this, ever since you met her on the playground all those years ago. She was getting bullied, pushed to the ground by some other kids when you came running over screaming all sorts of gibberish. You were the weird kid then, always scared others away. It was a title that haunted you, creeping into your mind. Influencing your actions even now. But she didn’t care. She thought it was the funniest thing in the world. Ever since then you two were best friends. Stood together through thick and thin.

She was a protector type, especially when it came to you. Maybe she still felt indebted for all those years ago. You didn't really know. Never understood what you did to deserve her in your life.

“They’re not, I promise, yeah?” You smile up at her, “Just some routine questioning, figure out what happened, type of stuff. You know?”

“Scooby-doo shit.” She shakes her head dismissively, crossing her arms.

You let out a giggle, lighting up even if it was just the slightest bit. She knew of all your marital problems with Gojo. She hates him for it. You deserve the world, and you aren't getting it. That’s what she always tells you during your late night wine talks, at least.

Ah… those talks were your haven.

Well, until Satoru stopped letting you go. He didn't like you coming home so late at night. He didn't like you drinking. He didn’t like not knowing where you were. It was for your own good. He knows what’s best for you. Did you not trust him? Did you hate him? Every time you’d whine about it, it would be something different. A new argument for a new day. He knew you hated fights- he really did too.

He preferred compliance. Adored it in all honesty. It was easier to give up when it came to him.

“Fuck~” She whines, her foot stomping against the ground in annoyance. “I’m sorry. Your husband is missing. It’s not fucking scooby-doo shit. It’s real life shit.” She rescinds quickly, pulling over a chair and sitting down with a groan.

You smile, pulling a paper cup close to your lips and taking a sip as you continue to talk. The coffee the investigators had given you that morning had gone cold, feeling disgusting as it slides down your throat. The day has been too long, filled with too many questions you didn't know the answer to.

Did he have any friends? You didn't think so, he always complains about everyone in the industry being snobs. What about family? You didn’t know, he always told you they were asses. They weren’t even invited to the wedding. What did he like to do in his free time? Was there anywhere he liked to go? Was there anyone who would’ve wanted to hurt him? Any enemies?

You wanted to scream. You felt like you didn't know a damn thing about him. About your own husband. The man you share a bed with every night. He never fucking told you anything. Just enough to keep you satisfied, to keep you compliant, but never enough.

You just want to go home. To relax in a bed that was your own. To wrap yourself in freshly washed sheets, pretend that the rest of the world isn't real. Maybe then you could wake up, realising this is all some weird dream. Then you wouldn’t have to be involved with this investigation. You could continue looking for a job. You could continue your apartment hunt back in the city. You could get away, escape from him.

Too bad hopes and dreams die fast for someone like you.

You are surrounded by everything utterly Gojo Satoru.

You knew that the second two officers walked back into the room, scowls across their rugged faces.

“For now your property is considered a crime scene, we’ll have to close it down while we continue our investigation. Do you have somewhere to go?” The officer asks. Merendez, her tag read out. She was the first investigator to arrive at the scene. She told you she’ll be leading the investigation, the hunt for your husband.

“Yes, I do.” She nods her head at your response, opening the pale manila folder in her hands. She swipes through a few of the pages, looking for the right one to show you. You look between them, trying to gauge the situation. “Should I be concerned?”

The second officer, Michaels, scrunches his face at that question. Obviously it was the wrong one.

“I-I mean..” You back track, trying to explain yourself, “L-like what do you guys think happened? Do you think he’s okay?” The officers don't soften at all, one taking a sip of his coffee while the other continues to sort through papers..

“We can’t say for certain, Mrs. Gojo.” You almost flinch at the name. You wanted to keep your own in the marriage, but it was another fight you had lost.

‘But baby! I want everyone to know that you're all mine! Belong to the famous Gojo Satoru!!’ You can hear his voice now. It’s an echo in your skull. Bee draws you back to reality, a quick nudge from her elbow leaves you staring at the officers again. Hanging on their every word.

“We wouldn’t want to say anything that we don’t have firm evidence of yet.” Merendez tells you, picking out a white sheet and sliding it over on the table. “But I can tell you that there was blood splatter in the living room and kitchen aligning with a struggle.”

You stare at the pictures, you hadn’t noticed the blood there before. You must’ve been too confused, lost in the twister. Mei reaches out her hand, holding your own as you stare. It wasn't a lot, but it was clear that the red was there. Some on the mantle, another splotch on the rug, some in the kitchen too. You frown, your face twisting as you look back up at the pair.

“Do you think he’s hurt? Alive?” Mei asks for you, taking the lead while you try to find something, anything to say..

“Again, we can't say for certain. For now we are treating this as a missing person’s case.” She addresses your friend before looking down at you, “Tomorrow there will be a press conference at 9am as this is a high profile case. It’s best to get the word out as much as possible. The more eyes looking for him the better.” She smiles gently at you.

Your mouth feels dry. You are scared. Petrified.

You always tried to stay out of the media, no matter how hard it was. Satoru’s fans terrified you. And now you were going to be the one telling them that their idol was missing. It was going to be your fault. It was always your fault when it came to the relationship. They made that clear ever since the first picture he posted of you two.

You are going to be eaten alive by them.

“Thank you, officer.”

That was all you could manage before Mei led you out of the building, moving you directly into her car. You feel numb. She doesn’t press you. She knows how terrified you are of them. Why you don't have any social media. Why the two of you moved out of the big city. She knows everything.

The drive was silent save for the quiet music coming through the radio. The taps of her fingers against the wheel as she drives. The quiet rumble of the engine.

It’s clear you’re done for the day at the least, completely drained of your very existence. Mei understood that, she understood you. You were grateful for that. You had to remember to thank her tomorrow, when your living soul came back to inhabit your body again. After you’ve had a break from thinking, from breathing. From just existing.

She left the room after helping you make the spare bed, giving you the much needed space you desire. Your body moves on its own, it likes to do that doesn’t it? Knowing what you truly need once your head can’t handle it anymore. You lay in bed, head finally hitting the pillow. You just want some sleep. Some sleep and you’ll feel better. Some sleep and you can face the day tomorrow.

Some sleep and everything will be all better.

Crinkle.

A crinkle from inside the pillowcase.

Your features scrunch confusion as a hand reaches behind, fishing out whatever made the sound.

A letter.

You wouldn’t be sleeping tonight.

Dear You,

My darling little thing.

You really thought you could get away from me, huh? That killing me was the only answer? You didn't think very far ahead did you. You’ve always been so short sighted. I tried to help you with that. I did.

But if you’re finding this letter, I guess that means I can't help you anymore can I? I'm buried somewhere in the ground. Maybe underwater. Maybe you don’t even know.

That would be really mean.

Did you ever even love me?

Was all of this a lie? Everything I put into the relationship, everything I did for you, did it mean absolutely nothing? I feel like a scorned lover, really baby, I do.

If you just asked for a divorce I would’ve given it to you. You didn’t have to be this extreme about things. I love you. I care about you. And for you to just throw me away, get rid of me? How cruel are you? Is it my own fault? It has to be right? Did I make you feel stuck? Trapped?

Baby, from the bottom of my heart I’m so sorry for whatever I did to make you feel like you needed to do this. I regret whatever I did from the bottom of my heart. You didn’t deserve any of it. You’re too good for me.

I knew that the second I met you. You were so cute then… Do you remember? That night at my manager's house? Your eyes were so big when I came up to you. You looked like a little deer. My little fawn.

I’ve never been a good person. I admit that. And I’m sorry you got stuck with someone like me. I think I just got too wrapped up in the fame, honestly. The scene in New York City… the fans… the events… I just got too big a head.

You always managed to ground me though… I’m thankful for that. You always made sure I never turned into someone I’m not. You made me dream of coming home every day, being wrapped up in your arms. Your fingers running through my hair as you sang me a little song.

That always felt so good. I’m going to miss it when I’m dead.

I’m going to miss a lot of things when I’m dead. All of them are about you.

Your hair. Your smile. When you used to nag me about not picking up after myself. When you’d tell me to use coasters. When you’d wake up early just to join me in the shower. How your body always tried to find mine when we were sleeping. How good you felt.

That’s why I feel bad more than anything else. That I somehow drove you to this.

I’m so sorry, and I love you.

I will until the end of time.

Love,

Satoru.

toji is the kind of man.. to be served you guys’ divorce papers then later that night he’s once again, managed to talk your panties off. he’s fucking you in a modified doggy position, your ass up and your cheek mushed in the pillows as he bullies his fat fucking cock into your princess cunt.

he’s the kind of pervert to make you read the terms and conditions of the divorce agreement aloud and you can’t cum until you’re finished reciting the entire packet. and if you do cum without permission, he’ll refuse to sign.

your hand is so shaky and your words are barely coherent as you sputter out sentences you simply cannot comprehend at the moment.

toji is the kind of man who would absolutely be a scumbag and take advantage of tweaking some of the terms you and your lawyer had set in place. like the car? it’s his now, you can have the house. he’s always been sweet on you.

toji is the kind of man who does not use protection— he never has. at least with you. he’s being real mean and telling you that if he finishes before you’re done reading he’s going to cum inside you. and you haven’t been on birth control in a very long time. it makes you break out and you get so moody :( he’s soft launching his babytrap.

he’s the type to get you so dickmatized that you actually give him another chance— give it like a month though before he’s acting like a deadbeat.

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