Let Me Tell You

let me tell you

on this broken bloody plain

that exists inside my brain

where my comrades hope and trust and love

lay there dead and slain

by my infernally eternal internal blame

that those nights i spent crying and alone

wanting nothing more than to be at home

when i already was in the only one i ever had

that those nights i spent trembling and shaking

with tears contained and breathing strained

no they were not my breaking

instead they were an awakening

as flames of self-hatred and despair

fueled because you didn't care

forged me anew as i rose again

so let me tell you on this broken bloody plain

that exists inside my brain

where my comrades hope and trust and love

lay there dead and slain

by my infernally eternal internal blame

that i should not be the one ashamed

that i should not be the one to carry

this infernally eternal internal blame

Kiss marry fuck kill

Gojo Nanami Toji Choso

Kiss Choso

Marry Nanami (man is real husband material)

Fuck Gojo (can't pass up an opportunity like this)

Kill Toji

I said what I said

See You Again (Megumi x Reader)

Part one of the you die in Shibuya mini-series

Note: Sorry this is short guys. Also, I'm so sorry for the angst you are about to endure...don't say I didn't warn you.

CW: Blood, death, implied suicidal ideation, insanity i guess, injury, angst

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Megumi had been staggering away from his perplexing battle against Toji when you found him. You panicked, frantically examining his stab wound and trying to stop the bleeding. He stopped you, assuring you that he would be fine. He just needed to get to Shoko.

Agreeing, you changed the target of your determination, pulling his arm over your shoulders and helping him stagger off. Resting his head in the crook of your neck, he relished your scent and the moment of relative peace he was able to enjoy after this hectic and distressing night.

It happened in a blur.

A red-hot line of pain splitting his back open.

Collapsing to the ground.

Your frantic screaming at him.

A figure descending on him, poised to slit his throat with a sword.

You throwing yourself on top of him.

The blood.

God there was so much of it covering him.

Your dull and lifeless eyes.

Lifeless.

He couldn’t wrap his mind around it.

Scooping your body up, he was able to drag the two of you across the street on pure adrenaline before collapsing. 

Resting his cheek on the pavement as the blood seeped out of him, he met your eyes. Your eyes that once had held so much light and love and laughter. Dull. Blank. Empty.

Gently, ever so gently, he closed your eyes and kissed your cooling lips for the last time.

Rage filled him, filling him with enough energy to stand as his last strand of sanity snapped.

Locking eyes with the blond man approaching him he let out a maniacal laugh.

Interlocking his fingers he spoke.

“With this treasure I summon: Eight Handled Sword Divergent Sila. Divine General Mahoraga.”

Then he tilts his head back with a crazed grin.

“I’ll be the first to pass on. Good luck.”

The blow was so quick he hardly had time to register it before he hit a wall so hard he could feel his skull fracturing.

Oh well. He could care less. The bastard that murdered you was going to get what was coming for him.

And he was going to see you again.

Closing his eyes he slumped over.

Yes. He didn’t care what happened to the rest of the world. It could burn for all he cared. As far as he was concerned, all beauty, joy, and hope had left it at the same time you had.

Nothing mattered.

As long as he got to see you again.

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

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For You (Gojo x Reader)

What if you were sealed instead of Gojo?

CW: Shibuya Incident spoilers, angst, not canonically accurate (just roll with it for the plot it doesn't have to make complete sense), swearing, so much angst

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Gojo knew that you were strong. He wouldn't have fallen in love with you out of fear if he didn't trust completely in your ability to return to him.

But that was before.

Before the shell of someone the two of you once knew and loved appeared.

Before he allowed himself to be distracted for a split second.

Before you noticed what was happening and shoved him out of the way.

Before you stood in front of him, hands bound behind your back, body rendered immobile.

"Well, this is an interesting development."

Not-Suguru clapped his hands together.

"Oh well, this will do too. Actually, we just managed to nab the strongest's only weakness: his love."

"Who are you?"

You snarl, glaring at your former friend.

"Why, I'm Geto Suguru. Don't you remember me? I'm wounded."

"Bull. Shit."

All Gojo can do is stare blankly at you, and pray that this isn't happening. That one of his worst nightmares isn't playing out in front of him.

"I know damn well that Suguru would never go out of his way to hurt us. He may have hated non-sorcerers, but even at the end he held no hostility towards us. So I'll ask you again. Who are you?"

"Satoru."

Gojo jumped a little, but quickly smoothed his expression over as you used one of your techniques to communicate telepathically with him.

"You need to run."

No! He wanted to scream. There has to be another option.

You continue taunting and yelling at the creature inhabiting your friend's body, and Gojo realizes that you are desperately stalling for time.

"Listen, I know you don't want to. But right now, you can't do anything for me without putting yourself in serious danger. I'm expendable."

Not to him, you aren't. For you, he would tear apart the world with his bare hands. For you, there wasn't a risk he wouldn't take. He has to find a way out of this. For you. Because there was no world where you were fucking expendable to him.

"You need to run! Now! I don't know how much time you have, but I know you can make it outside. You are the strongest after all. Run. Regroup with the others."

He knows that what you are saying makes logical sense, but he still can't wrap his mind around it.

Then you spoke again.

"No one should be allowed to take youth away from young people. That's what we agreed, right? So go. Do it for our kids. Protect their youth. For them. For our dream. For me."

Quietly, oh so quietly, he says something.

"I'm scared."

He admits, so quiet you can scarcely hear him.

"I'm not."

Your tone is gentle and loving.

"You aren't abandoning me forever. This is only temporary. I know that no matter what happens, you will get me out of here. Not because you're the strongest or anything. Because you love me, and I love you. And nothing can keep us apart, 'kay?"

Moving as much as your restraints would allow you, you turn your head the tiniest bit so you can look at him.

"Go. Go save our kids. I believe in you. I'll see you soon my love."

Holding back tears, Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer alive did the unthinkable.

Turning away from you and speeding up and out of the train station was the hardest thing he ever did, and will ever do.

But he did it.

For your many (unofficially) adopted children.

For your shared dream.

For you.

Always for you.

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

This physically pained me to write, but it was taking up WAY too much of my brain space lol. Let me know what you think, and feel free to send in any requests you have!

ahhhh omg thank you so much! also literally all of your writing is that impactful, so I don't know what you are talking about

Quiet (Inumaki x Reader)

Part three of the you die in Shibuya mini series

Note: the image for this header is not ai generated like normal. this one is a screenshot from ep.19

CW: season two spoilers, blood and gore, death, angst, trauma response, this one hurts a lot

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Before, his head had been so loud. Loud with frustrations. Loud with jokes. Loud with insecurities and words unsaid.

Then he met you. You, who was immune to his cursed speech. Suddenly, his mind was quiet, and his world was filled with bright, beautiful sound. He could laugh with you after he shared yet another cheesy joke. He could comfort you with his words when you cried. He could finally tell someone about how he was insecure about not being good enough. That he would never amount to anything because his cursed technique hurt himself more than it helped others.

And you listened. Soon, the two of you stayed up late night after night laughing, trolling people on the internet, discussing and doing anything and everything. 

Slowly, Inumaki fell in love with you.

And he was lucky enough to have you love him in return. So the two of you began dating, and he had never been happier. You were his first love, his best friend, the person he wanted to marry, and his other half. 

You were his person. And he was yours.

So why? Why was this happening?

You had noticed the immeasurable spike in cursed energy a split second before he had and reacted just as quickly. Shoving him out of range of the attack, the two of you locked eyes and you smiled at him.

Then the attack hit.

Reaching out to you, his fingertips had barely brushed yours before his left arm was reduced to little more than bloody mist. And you-you-

You were gone. Nothing more than a spray of blood, disintegrated bone and tissue covering his front.

He collapsed to his knees, stunned.

Quiet. It was so quiet. 

Later when help finally arrived and someone found him, they found him kneeling in a puddle of blood and shredded fabric.

When they tapped his shoulder he didn’t respond, just blankly murmuring your name. Over and over again.

The quiet. Maybe if he filled it with the sound of your name, you would return and fill the air with your beautiful laughter.

That’s right. 

When you got back, you would make it all better.

You would take the quiet away.

Itadori's quiet "Kugisaki" just broke me in so many ways.