hauntedaugust

[hauntedaugust]

Blue

#jjk #suguru geto #jujutsu kaisen #digital art #geto suguru #idk man it just happened #def based off that one pic of mitski #jjk art #if it doesn't look like geto #oops #just imagine it does #i have a feeling this is one im gonna come back to and redraw in a few years #dont look at his ears #i forgot the earrings

[hauntedaugust]

ᰔᩚ itadori yuji x reader, angst (i’m in a hateful mood), lovers to strangers, breakups, heartbreak(?), emotional cheating

word count: 307

little valentines drabble that i might actually make into a oneshot, what do you think loves <3

Yuji loved you, more than anything in the world. He swore up and down he loved you farther than space could reach. Yet, in this very moment, you didn’t feel that.

How were you supposed to feel with the information you were given? Yuji settled. For you.

He couldn’t have the one he wanted so he went for the next best thing: you. You who was always willing to be there for him. You who cared for him so much that you stayed even with Sukuna’s meddling, only to find out you weren’t his first choice.

It led you to thinking, did he kiss you with somebody else in mind? Who was this somebody? And why couldn’t you be that somebody?

Now you knew, you should’ve paid attention when he walked faster and left you behind. When he mistakenly called you another name. When he started a train of thought, but never bothered to finish it. The unsaid I love you’s that never were.

You then understood what the distant look in his eyes was when he was with you. He never saw you for you, he only saw you as a replacement. A what could have been, but never was. A reminder of the past that never would be.

You should have listened when you were told he was too good to be true. Too good for someone like you. You’ll listen next time, when you’ve fallen in love with another and left him behind. But, deep know, you knew a part of you would still love him.

He was your everything, but you were his second best.

#He was your everything #but you were his second best. #!!! #stop #im gonna cry #this is so good op #from start to finish #but that last line got me #i mean really #dont mind me #but im gonna store this in the archives of my mind forever

[hauntedaugust]

𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐒𝐎 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞.

Characters: Gojo, Toji, Sukuna, Geto, Nanami

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1505

Warnings: Reader is extremely sub coded with Sukuna, but otherwise no warnings really.

NOTE: Although there isn't any smut in this my blog is still very much an adult blog. Anyone under 18 please refrain from interacting with my posts.

𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

Gojo sleeps like a comfortable cat. He sprawls out over the bed taking up as much space as he can, while also being as close to you as possible. Of course, he can tell when you make even the slightest movement. 

He doesn't like waking up though. He'll crack open an eye to look at you and survey what the problem is. 

Sometimes it's just you going to pee, in which case he cuddles you when you're back. Sometimes you get up and have a bit of water from your bedside table for this he doesn't bother moving at all. 

This time however he realises something is wrong. You're sitting up in bed breathing heavily. He immediately gets up. “What's wrong pookie bear?” he asks. When you don't roll your eyes at the cringey nickname he uses he understands it's probably bad. 

He holds you in his arms and you whisper, as if afraid that any loud noise will shatter the safe space around you. “I dreamed of you… You were dancing around the edge of a volcano and you fell in.” You shudder. Gojo cracks a smile.  

“Is that all then? I’d be fine!” He reassures you, patting your back. “It's just a little volcano!” 

Tears start falling from your face, “TORU! We didn't even have a body to bury!!” 

Gojo takes your face in his hands and makes you look into his brilliant blue eyes. “Baby, I will NEVER fall into a volcano…” You nuzzle into his shoulder and his hand rubs your back, a gesture that calms you down. “And even if I did – I wouldn't die. I'm the strongest, remember?” He grins all cocky. 

You roll your eyes but concede. He's right… He is the strongest. It would take more than falling into a volcano to kill him.

𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢

Fushiguro Toji isn't always the kindest, but he really can't bear seeing you suffer. Usually after putting you to sleep, he likes to stay up and have another drink or make himself a snack while he watches some races on the TV or an action movie of some kind. 

Later at night, he might crawl into bed with you, picking you up and laying you on top of him like a human blanket. And some nights he falls asleep on the couch, TV still on, the plate and glass on the floor. 

One night he puts you to bed and is watching an action movie. Beer in one hand tilting dangerously as he gets drowsy. 

“What a boring fucking film.” He scolds the screen, deciding to turn it off and head to the welcoming softness of your bed. 

He enters the room to find you sitting up, knees to your chest softly sobbing. He tiptoes to you quietly, careful to not startle you. 

“Ummm… are you okay?” 

You move your head some way but it's indecipherable to Toji. He pats your back awkwardly. He asks again, hesitantly, “Did I do something honey?” trying to wrack his brain for anything he might have done to upset you. He had broken a mug a few days ago but didn't think it would be a big deal. He'd already shown you and told you he would get you a new one and you had assured him it wasn't a problem. So what was it? 

Suddenly he felt your arms wrap around his waist. “Toji…” 

He holds you closer. “What's up, buttercup?” 

“Would you leave me without telling me?” 

He furrows his brows. “What are you talking about doll?”

“I had a nightmare that you left. Just packed up and went away and I had no idea where you were, or what happened!” Your tears start falling with renewed vigour. 

Toji lifts you like a cat and sits down on the bed, placing you in his lap. Your tear-streaked face looking at him expects an answer but he isn't sure he can give you one. He knew his work could be uncertain; which was also why he had hesitated getting into a relationship with you in the first place. It was why he’d always been more of a ‘wham bam thank you, ma’am’ kinda guy so now, faced with a question like this he can’t think of anything to do but just hold you squishing your head under his chin. “I’m here aren’t I?” 

𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧

Sukuna Ryomen is a nightmare.

However, on rare occasions, he can be… comforting – in his signature Sukuna way of course. 

He doesn't bother with human functions like sleeping, but you need to so he likes to make you sleep on him. If he’s sitting up and reading then he likes having your head on his lap. If he’s eating, you’re resting on his shoulder. If he’s not feeling too touchy but still wants you to be near him somehow, he will make you sleep by his feet. You're his little human after all. 

But Sukuna likes to take special care of his toys; so when one day you jolt awake at his feet, he lifts you onto his lap. Sitting you down so he can see your face clearly, he asks you what happened, not forgetting to call you a brat of course. 

“It was a nightmare,” you say quietly not wanting to reveal much. 

Of course, this wouldn’t be a satisfactory answer to the King of Curses. “Explain yourself woman!” he squeezes your cheeks between his fingers and thumb. 

“You! You were torturing me.” you cry out feeling his nails against your skin. 

He takes the opportunity to kiss your lips with your face still dwarfed in his massive hand. “There there, my little princess.” And licks a tear rolling down your cheek. “You know I’m not going to mistreat my playthings.” 

He continues saying, “Besides, if I wanted you dead, you would be. I wouldn’t waste my time torturing you.” And that would be the end of that conversation, but you would notice that in his own way, he would be a tiny bit gentler with you from then on… 

𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

Geto Suguru is a man not unfamiliar with nightmares. So when you have one he knows what to do. What he wishes he had when he experiences the same…

He'll clasp you in a tight embrace, squeezing you close to his chest. 

He knows how terrifying it can be and how realistic nightmares feel even if in retrospect they are absolutely ridiculous. 

Geto wakes up hearing a thud and you crying out, “No!”

“What's wrong babe?” he asks, still half asleep voice drawling. He pushes himself up on his arms to take a look at you. 

You're clutching your head with a pained expression, tears filling your eyes. “I had a bad dream.” 

He takes your hand and pulls you towards him, letting you push your nose into his chest. “Did you hit your head on the bedside table too?” He asks slightly amused but still gentle. 

“I was trying to save you, you ungrateful man!” you admonish. 

“Save me?” Geto chuckles, “What from?” You murmur something that he can't make out. 

“Mmm, what was that?” He asks again teasingly. 

“Gojiraaa!” you say, clearer this time the embarrassment evident in your burning cheeks. 

Geto laughs. “Baby… You know I can fight him, right? Easily.” He pauses and then, “Or I could just throw you at him and run. You don't have to worry he won’t get me.” 

You stare at him annoyed, “You know what? He can eat you, I don't care.” 

𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨

Nanami Kento is a cuddler. So he knows immediately when you've had a bad dream. He's up before you, hearing you whimper and feeling your body tremble against him. He'll wake you up, hold you close. Bring you some water to drink and stroke your hair. 

He likes to speak to you gently to wake you up, slowly drawing you out of whatever nightmare was eating at you. His deep voice is soothing to hear even in your subconscious. 

You blink your eyes open. There's this dull feeling of terror that's fading away as your surroundings come into focus. 

“My love? I'm here. Wake up for me.” That's your partner's voice. Your Nanaminmin. You feel the warmth of his embrace and snuggle into his broad chest. It's safe. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” 

“Shibuya again…” 

Nanami rubs circles into your back wishing desperately that the trauma of the past would stay there. But even if that wasn't to be, at least he could hold you. Love you. He lowers his head to place a chaste kiss on the top of your hair. “It's over my love. I'm here. I'm alive. They couldn't take me from you…” 

He keeps murmuring to you as you hold onto him clutching at his arms. The feeling of terror; not so alien but thankfully fading. He was home. With you. You still had him. Right beside you. He was there. He slowly rocked you back to sleep closer than ever and this time when you slept there were no more nightmares…

A/N: Thank you for reading! I'm open to feedback and do let me know if you find any grammatical errors that i might have over looked.

Also i reject canon. Nanami is alive. Shibuya happened but he was saved. i know i was there. i dragged his half dead body to safety ok bye.

#fantastic writing op #the perfect mix of hurt and comfort #and the way the characters are actually in character #amazing

[hauntedaugust]

Inspired by this Ghost post.

Still debating actually properly writing more about it but until then more thoughts in tags

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Thinking about what would happen if Gojo Satoru was reader's husband in our world.

The same man but different, still a teacher, but sweeter, softer, unburdened by expectation.

But then he dies. Whether by a horrible accident or some sickness, but either way his death traumatizes reader.

Until one day she wakes up next to him, alive, breathing, there.

Same lover only different, more confidant, more sure, somewhat more aloof. But him nonetheless.

They discover later that she has a lack of cursed energy, a complete void of it, something almost entirely unheard of.

They conclude that she’s from a different reality entirely, one without cursed energy at all.

Same world but different, same woman but different, same man but different.

The question being, is the difference too much to overcome?

#gojo satoru #jjk #gojo x reader #jjk angst #gojo x reader angst #gojo x you #i feel like i could go on about this for way longer #series maybe?? #but fr #the difference in Gojo between sorcerer him and civilian him is living rent free in my head #like think about how much calmer he is as a regular dude #or how hard hed have to try to make sure you dont see how much the stress of being a sorcerer really effects him #or how easily youd see the cracks in his facade #and how much youd wanna help him #and how much he'd struggle to let you #and you'd love him #hes still your husband after all #but seeing him so untouchable is like a slap to the face #even the rain cannot touch him in this world #yet he was helpless in the other

[hauntedaugust]

LOVER'S QUARREL

- fushiguro megumi x reader

“i can't do this anymore.” you and megumi are just too different; he's stoic, you're bubbly, he prefers solitude, you love being social. it starts with fights, words you don't mean, and ends with an event that would haunt him for a long time to come.

genre: angst, breaking up, post-breakup feelings, mentions and description of injury and blood, hurt/comfort, fluff in the end (you make up!)

note: dear god i’m finally getting this out of my drafts. loosely inspired by real life events i’ve seen around my friend’s relationship sooo it might hurt a bit 🤏🏻 but who can say no to angst to eventual fluff? tagging @lees-chaotic-brain and @kasumitenbaz (as per request in the ask!), you two are always here for my megumi works, thank you!! :3 and thank you for dropping by for the event!

a part of 1K MILESTONE EVENT

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Everyone pointed it out as a joke, that you liked him way more than he did you.

And you used to never let it ruffle you. To you, Megumi’s sternness and silence meant that he was comfortable with you. You never wanted him to change his ways just because now you were seeing each other.

But when you thought it over now, as you stood before him with an aghast expression and knives stabbing your kind, soft heart, you couldn’t help but do a double-take.

You were the one who confessed first. Most of the time, you were the one who initiated dates. You always texted him first, asking about his day, and even when he brushed you off, you would keep being this ball of sunshine and wished him a good day.

You never realized it before… that through everything, it has always been you. Unfailingly.

So how dare he spout this now?

“I can't do this anymore.”

"You... can't?" you spat out, feeling the first tendrils of anger course through you. "What exactly it is that you can't do? What do you even mean?"

"Look," Megumi stared at you squarely, and you thought now, that it was the coldest of eyes, straight and true. "It's always been like this between us lately. It's only right that we end this."

This, he said. He didn't even want to define your relationship anymore.

You scoffed. "And why do you think we always end up this way? Have you ever considered, even once, that it's because you make no effort at all?"

"I'm trying," Megumi quickly replied, almost in a hiss, and you almost recoiled. "But I just see that we'll end up nowhere, that's why I'm bringing this up now."

Oh, that freaking hurts. You boyfriend had just told you that this relationship would go nowhere. Right in your face.

Your eyes stung with tears, yet you fought to hold them back, fixing your gaze on the lamp overhead and inhaling deeply.

"You're... selfish," you stated, filled with ire. "You're always walking around eggshells around me, never telling me what is it that you really want—"

Megumi's unclouded eyes fixed on your trembling form. "We just disagree on a lot of things. You know it and it bothers you. It bothers me too. Rather than forcing our relationship, I think it's better—"

"It's always me!" you yelled then, lips quivering and eyes watering, unable to hold your emotions back any longer. "All dates, lunches—everything!" you locked your eyes with him, in mocking disbelief. "How can you say you're trying when, in truth, I'm the one putting in so much for us?!"

In that very second, Megumi thought that he hated seeing you like this. You were supposed to be the cheerful one in this relationship, and when he agreed to go out with you, he made an unspoken commitment to himself that he would at least not make you miserable.

And yet...

"...I'm sorry."

Came his reply, and you were sure that this was it.

And to rub the salt in your wound, he added, "I can't lie to you and say I haven't thought this for a while too."

As tears welled within you, you wondered and questioned what you lacked that led to this. However, the overwhelming sense of betrayal consuming your thoughts ultimately prevailed over any other emotions.

Now he could've appeared before you as a stranger and you wouldn't bat an eye, as the cold steel in his tone said, "And if blaming me is what it takes to make you feel better, then so be it."

You couldn't pinpoint the source of your sudden boldness, but in the next hot minute, you marched past him, your shoulder harshly colliding with his in a deliberate, almost spiteful manner—which, indeed, was your intention—and then you ran.

Which led to the next scene: you found yourself bawling your eyes out in the girls' lavatory.

Yuji and Nobara saw everything unfolding right before their eyes. They hadn't meant to eavesdrop, but you and Megumi were literally breaking up right the middle of their shared classroom, and it was hard not to follow the discourse until the end.

"Are you okay?" Nobara had come to your side, ensuring privacy by locking the restroom door out of your consideration. You were a sobbing mess, attempting to wipe the overflowing tears away while letting out all your emotions.

"He's..." Your voice faltered amid sobs as you gazed at your steadfast friend, your throat clogging up. "He said... he's been wanting t-to... break up with m-me..."

"That's okay, that's okay..." Nobara brought you to her arms, patting your back in reassurance. "Fushiguro is insensitive like that... don't cry over him now. He's just a wimp, okay?"

"Why is it me?" you asked her, voice brittle, still shaking with tears. "I t-tried everything! Being the supportive girlfriend..."

"If he can't appreciate what you did, then the problem lies with him," your friend stated, traces of irritation brewing in her resolute gaze. And as she firmly grasped your wrist, her next words resonated. "Not you."

. . .

"Do you really have to break her heart like that?" Yuji fidgeted with his hoodie, staring at his best friend with a blend of confusion and sympathy.

Megumi sighed, finally ruffling his hair into a mess, as if expressing his own state of mind. “This is for the best.”

Yuji’s eyebrows visibly creased. “How is this ‘for the best’? She’s miserable, and you…” he assessed him, scanning him from head to toe, “it doesn’t seem you’re faring any better too.”

“The longer she is with me, the unhappier she will be.” Megumi glanced at the bathroom’s direction. “She can deserve better.”

He was always too quiet, too boring, not able to match your energy too. He couldn’t fault you for expecting more, whereas he was just not exactly built for your expectations.

Megumi really thought he wanted it to end. At one point, it even felt like a chore, but…

How strange. Why did it feel like something was clawing at his chest?

Time heals. Megumi knew that by theory, but he really did see it firsthand when he saw you all giggling and happy again three weeks after he initiated the breakup.

With Hakari.

“Yo, what are you glaring at?” Panda asked, but Megumi didn’t pay him any mind.

An upperclassman, Hakari Kinji, was naturally cool and talented. He was laid back, knew how to have fun—all in all, a total opposite of Fushiguro Megumi altogether.

Three weeks. It’s only been three weeks since then.

“Megumi?”

Wait… Aren’t three weeks too fast to get over your ex?

“Megumi!”

“Huh?” he turned to the sentient panda with a jerk. “Oh, what is it?”

He looked at him with a concerned gaze. "Why do you look so scary? It's almost as if you're about to punch someone..."

But who was he to argue? He had no right to be upset now.

"Is it Kinji?" Panda gasped, finally putting two and two together when he followed his line of sight. "Oh Megumi... but you—"

"Just shut up, please," he blurted then, a hint of annoyance in his tone. With that, Panda didn't pursue it further, leaving him with his thoughts.

From where he was at the field, he could clearly see your radiant smile for Hakari. It was clear that the two of you shared a degree of friendship, but Megumi never knew that you two were that close.

...huh?

Why did the sight irritate him so suddenly? Why did his chest twinge again?

What a fool. You're the one driving her away, you idiot.

Suddenly these memories popped up one by one—

Of you suddenly hugging him from behind in an attempt to surprise him.

How he pressed his lips on the crown of your head when you fall asleep on his shoulder.

How you would give him that dopey smile when he pulled you close.

But on harder days after missions gone wrong, he’d ignore you altogether— the slight disappointment in your smile then. How your expression fell when he told you to go. How you slumped and looked back in hopes of him changing his mind.

“Haaaah.” Megumi turned away, unwilling to keep watching you any longer. Why? Why hadn’t it occurred to him before now?

Why did he long for you now? Why not before, when you were still his?

They were right. It seems people tend to desire what isn't meant for them.

What could have been more painfully awkward than being sent into a mission with your ex-boyfriend?

You would kill Gojo for this. Or at least give him the lowest possible score in his teaching evaluation for the year. How could he? Your breakup was an infamous public spectacle, so this setup was undoubtedly intentional!

You were losing your head over this, and yet your ex-boyfriend...

"Keep your guard up," Megumi reminded curtly, in a warning tone. He looked as vigilant and straight as always, as if he wasn't even bothered.

You threw him a dirty look, offended. "You don't have to tell me twice."

This just cranked up the discomfort to an excruciating level. The mix of unresolved tension and memories—okay, you might be an emo, but how were you supposed to be cool with all of these hanging in the air?

Your site of exorcism was an abandoned warehouse, and the cursed spirit in question was supposed to be a grade 3. You two were grade 2 sorcerers now, so you were a perfect fit to exorcise it. But there was indeed this unease in the air that you couldn't put your finger to.

"Isn't it awfully too quiet?" you unwittingly muttered, staring at the darkness of the wall. You couldn't feel any cursed energy belonging to any possible malevolent entity, and that was what unsettled you the most.

Megumi frowned at your line of sight. "It is. Stay close."

You blinked at what he said, and before you knew it, the familiar scent of him being near to you made your entire body burst with this equally familiar warmth. When you looked up to him, seeing the solid sharpness in that dark eyes of his and his jaw set, dead butterflies in your chest rose back to life again, against your heartbreak and better judgement.

Stay close, he said... So he is worried...

And in an attempt to hide how flustered you were, you looked down.

You walked a few good steps, when suddenly he asked, "So, are you with Hakari-senpai now?"

"Huh?" You spun around, your expression a mix of surprise and confusion.

"You two seem close."

Seem close? Seem close... wait, so Megumi had noticed...?

Suddenly, you felt incited and it made you angry. "That's none of your business," your voice carried a sharp edge, hissing. And you knew you were being a bit mean by adding, "You broke up with me, so why do you even care?"

In that moment, Megumi could've sworn his chest throbbed. Your cutting tone pierced directly into his heart, lodging itself there.

You had all rights to be annoyed, and he knew that. Why did that question even slip out of him?

"Nah, nevermind," he mumbled in response, looking away.

Awkwardness lingered afterwards. You hated this, but no, you weren't above being petty. He had broken your heart and it still stung even now. If your intentionally biting words did to him even a fraction of what he made you feel, then you would find a small sense of satisfaction in it.

But you weren't able to ponder about your mess of feelings further when Megumi abruptly yanked your arm, his voice soaking with urgency, "It's here!"

Sure enough, the grotesque cursed spirit with the shape of a giant bee broke through the walls with a bang. The two of you immediately readied your fighting stance. Megumi was ready with his divine dogs, while you with your cursed weapon.

For a while, you engaged the cursed spirit with all you had. You were trying to focus on the enemy, but you couldn't help but notice the way Megumi always looked at you every few seconds, checking for any signs of injury or harm.

Frankly speaking, he trusted your strength and knew that you were a capable sorcerer. You had been paired in a mission before and he knew both your potential and shortcomings. It was just there was something about this place that had his senses on high alert.

And his fears were proven true when you yelped and were flung onto the grimy floor. "Y/N!"

"I'm fine!" you shouted in a rush, scrambling to your feet. However, as you spun towards him, your scream tore through the hall as you caught sight of the bee lurking behind him. "Megumi!"

He got distracted. The bee quickly latched onto him and almost stung him, until he wrestled it off and summoned Nue and exorcised it.

You went to his side that instant. "Are you okay?!"

"I am." But then he winced and almost fell on his knees if you didn't have a secure grip on him. He savored your touch and breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that now you two were safe.

"Megumi! Oh god!" Panic surged through you as you pulled him close. His side was bleeding, and you widened your eyes at the sight.

"I'm okay, I promise," he rasped, looking you in the eyes. "What abo—"

Then you saw it, the flicker from deep from that corner of platform, and suddenly, you grasped the source of the unease that had been lingering within you all this time. It wasn't the bee Megumi had just exorcised—

At that moment, there was no room for thought, one thing was certain: you didn't want him to get hurt more.

He didn't manage to finish his sentence when suddenly you pushed him away with so much force he never thought you had. Everything crashed so suddenly, he didn't have the time to brace himself or grab you with him, as another cursed bee appeared out of nowhere and—

Reality flashed before his eyes as he stared at you in sheer horror. At how the cursed spirit tore your body, sinking its hollow stinger in you.

You didn't really know what happened next. Everything was muffled—the frantic movements around you turned into a blur, along with Megumi's yells. Otherworldly pain coursed through your entire being and your ears rang, then everything in your line of sight became distorted and faded, along with your consciousness. Next and the last thing you knew was Megumi's battered face, a final imprint before you succumbed to the void.

Megumi had exorcised the remaining cursed spirit and staggered to his feet—falling a few times, but he made his way towards you through gritted teeth. You are hurt. He forced himself to get to you and pull you into his arms.

And suddenly, suddenly, nothing mattered anymore as overwhelming terror consumed him upon seeing you. Blood streamed from your abdomen so much that it made a continuous pool.

"You stupid—!" He choked out, voice hitching. You were no longer conscious and it devastated him even more. "Hey, hey? Wake up—hells—"

You, who did everything you could to save your relationship. You, who cried tears for him when he blatantly broke your heart. And you, who put himself first—and now facing the consequences.

It crashed upon him in that very second, the clarity. What was he thinking back then? He still loves you.

"If you die on me, I won't forgive you."

Megumi scooped you in his arms, pressing you close to his chest, the blood seeping from his wound be damned as he looked at your serene face. His heart shattered in the worst way possible and he almost wheezed at the sticky sensation of your blood—and how lifeless you felt in his grasp—but he willed it away.

"Don't," his broken rasp echoed the walls as he took each step to get both of you out of this hellhole. He winced and hissed at his own injury, chewing his lip in frustration, at how helpless he was.

"Don't leave me."

It was like a distant, hazy memory.

Was it a memory though? No. It seemed far too real for that.

The throbbing headache pounding through your skull and shivers that wracked your body pulled you back to reality. There was a heavy pressure on your abdomen and any movement sent sharp pain shooting through you.

You gradually opened your eyes, squinting against the brightness. You were in this hospital gown, an IV was injected on your arm, and the sterile scent made your stomach twist, nausea creeping through your guts. Your vision was still blurry as you tried to look around to find someone who waited for you. As you slowly turned your head to the side, you saw him, sitting in the chair right next your bed.

Megumi was sleeping in such uncomfortable position, his head resting on the edge of your bed. He appeared peaceful, almost childlike, devoid of his usual stoic demeanor.

Your heartstrings were tugged at this rare sight. He also sustained injuries and yet... he was waiting for you to wake up, here.

Your chest swelled with warmth, which was quickly followed by a sting of heartbreak. Still, you two broke up...

You jolted, and the inadvertent movement sent a wave of pain that seemed to paralyze your nerves, causing you to whimper. The noise woke Megumi from his slumber, as he shot his eyes open in alarm, catching your hand in his.

"Hey... Are you okay?" Megumi worriedly looked down at you with a visible frown, and the grimace of pain on your face, accompanied by trembling lips, was enough of an answer. He hastily scrambled out in slight panic, "I'll get Ieiri-san."

When Shoko came and got you the painkillers, your pain receded somewhat. Through it all, Megumi stood there, casting concerned glances in your way.

"Bedrest for the week," Shoko stated firmly, assessing your wound with a no-nonsense expression. "Your injury isn't minor—it's serious enough that you're strongly advised against excessive movement."

You could only nod in response. Megumi bowed. "Thank you, Ieiri-san." Once the doctor departed, silence settled over the room once more.

“Why did you do that?” he quietly asked then, referring to what you did for him. And when you turned to him, you saw it clearly.

He looked pale, and there was this haunted look in his eyes. It broke your heart a little.

"You were hurt." Your voice came out dry, and you realized firsthand just how parched you were. Seeing Megumi looking down never quite sat right with you. He was meant to be an unwavering presence, someone strong enough to sway your convictions.

However, a pang struck when he countered with stern eyes, "You didn't have to do that."

...he was right. You didn't have to. What he didn't know was that you were still holding on these stupid feelings, which drove you to shield him. It made you ponder: if your roles were reversed, would he not step in to protect you at all?

"Why are you here?" You weren't sure if the bitterness in your tone was evident, but you continued anyway. "You don't have to be here either."

"Don't have to?" His gaze bore disbelief, as if not believing your words. "I'm—"

"If it's because I saved you, Megumi—"

“Do not even think, even for a moment, that I won’t be concerned over you.” His voice, deep and hoarse, struck you to the core, silencing your words. “Never. I always, always want you to be safe.”

Your mind became a blank slate. Suddenly, all that mattered was his voice.

"Don't you realize how terrifying it was? Seeing you like that?" Megumi spat, his green eyes shining with intensity, teeth gritted and fists clenched. "How could you even think that I wouldn't be here—" his breath hitched, and then his lips trembled slightly, "—for you?"

You blinked quickly, a feeling stirred within you—stemming from that cursed, fragile heart of yours to be exact, evident from the rapid thumping in your chest.

You dumbly uttered, "But we are—"

"Oh, Goddamnit." Megumi cursed, and honestly you were taken aback. It wasn't really in him to swear, so this really bugged him. He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, and despite the situation, your heart skipped a beat at the sight. Even a mess in a hospital gown, your ex-boyfriend was still undeniably attractive.

He stared at you squarely in the eye, unflinching, steadfast and true, the very image of Fushiguro Megumi you admired from afar and fell in love with in the first place half a year ago. "You don't have to... say anything, if you don't want to. Right now... just hear me out."

And the things he said next... all of them, you could say, caught you entirely off guard.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not trying hard enough, and—damn it, for making you sad. I never, ever wanted to see you that upset."

Megumi drew in a sharp breath, averting his gaze. "And for days, I've wondered if you and Hakari-senpai are now a thing... and you know what? I hate it so much. I know I have no grounds to feel this way, after what I did, but..."

And like a train wreck, his final words hit you hard. Tears welled up in your eyes in immediate response.

“I'm a loser, and a coward too, maybe,” he shrugged, a tinge of self-deprecation in his tone. “And I suck at telling people my feelings, but I love you. I still do.”

A sob slipped out of your throat and you hastily pulled the blanket over your face, much to his surprise. He thought he had worsened things, with the way you were turning away from him.

But then, from beneath the blanket, in a croaky voice, you proclaimed, "Fushiguro Megumi, you're a complete and utter idiot."

And Megumi didn't know that he had been holding back his breath as he chuckled heartily, relieved that you would still take his ass back after this prolonged mess. He knew he still had a lot to make up for and was determined to show it through his actions.

"Maybe I am, yeah."

"That's possibly the longest shit you have ever spouted in one breath."

"Yeah..."

But he got his chance back, and he knew that you would be alright. Both of you are.

On one sunny day...

"Hey, are you alone?"

Megumi glanced up from his phone, only to be met with a random girl standing in front of him, batting her eyelashes with an ambiguous intent. He blinked at her curiously.

"No. Can I help you?"

The girl twirled her hair suggestively. "Ah, you see... I see you all in your lonesome and I think you're quite cute—"

The hell? Megumi frowned, and he was really about to give this bimbo a piece of his mind when—

Oh, oh. Forget that. Megumi's attention snapped to you on the opposite side of the crossroad. All pretty and dolled up with that crop tee and miniskirt he once mentioned would look great on you by a slip of tongue—that accidental comment earned him your teasing quips for weeks already.

"Sorry, I'm here for my girlfriend. Bye."

Abruptly dismissing the girl, he didn't catch how comically offended she was for being turned down in a span of 20 seconds. He took big strides towards you, as you crossed the street, and you immediately beamed when you caught the sight of his face.

"Megumi!"

Ah, this is going to be a good day, he thought. As he gazed at your pretty face, and caught your hand in his, clasping it tightly, reveling in your scent and the warmth of your presence beside him—

He was content, and once again it dawned on him, that he likes you so, so damn much.

"Let's get started on our date, shall we?"

#ik i liked this days ago #but i keep thinking about it #like i- #how?? #how is it so good? #im literally reentering my megumi era because of you #and all im saying is #if you wanna write some more angst #or more megumi #i think its safe to say none of us would be opposed #also I know half of what I said was gibberish but just read the fic it's good

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Gojo x reader

WC: 434

Summary: medieval AU part 2, reincarnation AU.

Part 1

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How long had you lingered on the edge of his subconscious?

Fleeting as autumn leaves, hot as a flickering flame.

Whispers of past conversations, of past lives, and past loves.

How long had you lingered in his life?

Subtle as the wind, invisible yet changing everything.

Your influence in his life was as stark as the contrast between light and shadow and yet he never knew you were there.

Why did it take him this long to piece together his past, your past?

Sweet words and soft nights, a stark contrast to the last time he truly saw you.

But how true is it? He dreams of you, of having a kingdom to protect along with a secret.

How had it taken him this long to realize the weight of the nightmares he had? You were always in his dreams, much like his life, slipping in and out like a ghost through walls. Always present, never permanent.

Every night before he woke, he found you falling into his arms. Your face bathed in both fear and firelight, and every night before he woke he found himself pleading with the universe for another chance, a redo, and when his pleading didn't work his words slurred into promises.

Pledges of affection and protection poured from his mouth like blood from your wound.

And as his desperation grew, his grip tightened and his whispers turned to shouts.

And every day without fail, he woke with that familiar desperation running through his veins. His memory of his dream, and subsequently you, would fade like the light in your eyes.

And yet, when he saw you in the waking world, there was no way he couldn't know. He was drawn to you as water is drawn to the bottom of a mountain, your pull was incontestable.

And so he set to work to win your heart. And after hundreds of questionable jokes, of daisies pulled from sidewalks, of long walks through meadow and forest, he had you by his side.

Often times he would pull you to him as he sat in front of the fireplace. And as you lay your head on his shoulders, he would tell you stories, stories of forbidden love and war.

It was only after you had fallen asleep, lulled by his gentle murmur, that he allowed himself to truly thank the universe for your presence in his life.

And so with you sleeping soundly at his side, he laid his head on yours and closed his eyes. No longer plagued by the nightmares of his past, he dared to dream of your future.

#jjk #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #medieval au #reincarnation au #low-key forgot about this for way too long #anyway I'll stop rambling now #really am sorry about that guys #still bad at writing fluff so this is the best i could do #really wanted to try to find a way to imply that the reason he became the strongest #was because of the promises he made #tbh I could probably talk about this au for way too long #like how his failures and his past life influenced him now #also take this as a reminder that my asks are open #I don't officially take requests yet #but if you have something you want to see #feel free to ask about it #okay I'll stop rambling now

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Bakugou Katsuki x Reader | Word count: 0.2k

Content warnings: very vague, potentially an ongoing wip, mostly want to get it out of my drafts lol, hints of amnesia/hospitals, bad writing

Your life flashes before you in reds.

Red eyes, red roses, a glimpse of red hair.

Sometimes it fades into pink.

Pink lips— chapped with the cold hiding bright teeth, pink cheeks— blushing from the touch of a lover, pink jagged lines across tanned skin.

If you try hard enough, sometimes you can make out glimpses of the past, you think. A mop of unruly ash blond, a sharp smile, a black cat sat upon a window ledge.

You’re not sure how long you spend floating along in your little space of reds and pinks and dreams. There’s times when you can hear hushed whispers, a steady beeping.

I love you, the whispers say. Sometimes they don’t say anything at all. Sometimes— sometimes they just cry.

When it all stops— the weightlessness, there’s a blinding light. Then it’s so so loud. Blood rushing into your ears, the ringing echoing in your head. You try to move, something you could freely do in your world of red. But you feel so heavy, weighed down by something— someone?

The beeping gets louder— more frequent. Hushed whispers become raised voices, a blinding light meets you and then— the red.

“Yn,” he whispers. You wonder who he’s talking to at first, but then a warm hand touches your face. It’s familiar, almost. Pink lips part into a bright grin, a kiss you’re supposed to know is pressed to the crown of your head.

The halo of white that framed his face disappears and you take in your surroundings. A rough hand squeezes yours, and you’re pulled back to those pools of red. It hurts, knowing you should know him. You’re sure it’ll hurt him more when he realizes you don’t. It almost pains you to say it, you know deep down he means something. Perhaps everything.

“I’m so sorry but… who are you?”

#how you used so few words and still illustrated such a beautiful story is a mystery to me #but i appreciate it nonetheless #i humbly request more

[hauntedaugust]

Gojo x reader

WC: 795

Summary: medieval au, soldier Gojo is just following orders, it's not his fault you get caught up in them.

A/N: I genuinely don't know why I started writing this, but I'm not mad that I was convinced to finish it. I'm considering a part two as it was originally supposed to be a reincarnation au, but if I did that it probably wouldn't be for a while. Also unintentionally implied fem reader

Part 2

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His eyes seem less intense when they are bathed in the warm light of sunset,

His laugh carries further when taken away by the gentle breeze,

And the expanse of the field makes me almost believe that if I can run fast enough, I may escape his loving arms, although every other time I thought that has ended in my being tackled into the soft grass.

Far from our homes, I can believe his stories, the words he weaves into fantastical tales, all of which feature characters comparable to us, although he denies that there's any correlation between our love and the love of those in his stories.

In a perfect world, his narrative would be true.

In a perfect world, he would not have to sneak away from his guard duty and I would not feign sickness to have even a few seconds of his time.

In a perfect world, we would not have been born into enemy kingdoms. He would call me his and I would do the same. He would gift me his surname as a pledge of devout loyalty and as a promise of protection.

But the best he can give me is fairytales. As vibrant and colourful as the centuries of spilled blood that keep us apart.

I dare not fall asleep in his arms, although his steady heartbeat lulls me. I dare not dream that his stories come true. I dare not hope that in another life, he could be mine.

“One day,” he spoke, his voice a mere murmur in the ambiance of the forest, “one day I will be strong enough to love you the way you deserve to be loved. I will protect you with everything that I am, you will be warmed by the fire in our hearth that I built myself and I will never let you sleep alone.”

And just once, I dare to dream.

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I am ripped from my dreams by screaming, by men shouting and alarm bells echoing through the night. My town is fully ablaze, the light of the fire illuminating the destruction that's been done, it highlights the haphazardly donned armor on our severely underprepared soldiers,

if you can even call them that.

Farmers, doctors, and boys, who speak about the honor of protecting your home, barely old enough to comprehend what honor means.

And now their blood waters the daisies on the side of the road.

I tried so hard to move, to do something, to help in some way, but between the heat of the fire, the screaming toddler, and the shock in my body, I thought only of how much the daises needed watering in this drought.

In my daze, I barely noticed the pain in my side as a soldier's blade caught me.

I pulled my hand away from my side as the soldier who stabbed me ran. and as I rip my eyes away from my own blood, I find myself staring into the eyes of the only man I have loved.

His eyes seem more intense when they are bathed in the warm light of blazing inferno,

His voice is weak when compared to the cacophony around us.

And the expanse between us makes me almost believe that if I can run fast enough, I may escape his arms, although this time I may end up being tackled into the solid cobblestone.

The more he spoke, the less I heard. His panicked voice faded fast along with my vision.

I soon found myself plummeting to the ground, I would have hit it had his arms not surrounded me as they had done so many times before.

As I looked at him he stilled like a deer caught unaware. His eyes wide and hands shaking as he kneeled next to me. His usual tenacity and unbridled confidence seemed to evaporate under the heat of my gaze.

And for once this loquacious storyteller was at a loss for words.

It was only when my breaths started coming in short, frequent, gasps did he seem to realize the severity of this situation. He only regained his voice when I lost mine.

Over and over again he repeated the same things, apologies and regrets pouring out of his lips faster than the blood poured from my wound.

And through the chaos and clamor, I heard his voice clear as the night sky we had met under all those years ago, “In some lifetime, I will be strong enough to love you the way you deserve to be loved. I will protect you with everything that I am, you will be warmed by a fire made not for destruction but protection and I will never let you sleep alone.”

And for a second time, I dared to dream.

#jjk #jjk angst #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo x reader angst #jjk x reader #gojo x you #medieval au #I would have gotten this out sooner #but ive been too busy reading cod fanfics #it's honestly becoming a bit of a problem #anyways #looking back on the things I've written for this boy #you'd think I hate him #I really should give him a happy ending for once #anyway #hope you enjoy

[hauntedaugust]

Debating weather or not I actually wanna finish and post my medieval au Gojo fic. It's been weeks since I started writing it and honestly don't know how to finish it. Anyway, let me know if it's something you'd want to read and if it is I'll see what I can do.

#jjk #jjk angst #gojo x you #gojo x reader #gojo x reader angst #gojo satoru #jjk x reader #au #I don't know how many people would actually want to read it considering it's not a traditional au #like I'm not making gojo a king or anything #and there's no dragons or dramatic sword fights #it barely even needs to be in au but like #how else am I going to make him suffer #it was also originally going to be a reincarnation au #but I mean I guess I could still do that #but it would mean writing a part two to a part one that I haven't even finished yet

[hauntedaugust]

5 minutes. no-- less than that. 2 seconds. it felt like 5 minutes. 2 seconds, that's all it takes to ruin a love built over 2 years. a stupid argument, it was. what was it even about? he wasn't paying enough attention to you at a banquet, maybe? it seemed so small now. the small disagreement had blown open into a scream-fight. the tears wouldn't stop falling down your face, and you were sure the makeup you had done for the event was washed off your face at this point. you stood in your dining room across from rintarou suna; you're still clad in your stilettos and evening gown, and he was still in the tuxedo he'd been wearing. the only difference in outfit since the beginning of the night was that your hand clutch was flung across the room somewhere and the tie to his attire had been untied and was now loosely draped around his neck. it had turned into the two of you yelling about every little thing going wrong in your relationship: how he forgot to pick up the groceries after practice the day before, how you had to make dinner and clean up every night because he was too tired, how he was irritated that you didn't tell him you weren't going to be home the night before, the list goes on. both of you were flinging your arms around to prove your points, screaming at the top of your lungs, filled with nothing but rage towards one another. 2 seconds. the argument itself was bad enough, but nothing that couldn't be resolved, right? it was fine, up until 2 seconds ago. all it takes is 2 seconds for years of building trust, love, respect, a home, and a family was thrown out the window.

"god, y/n, i wish i never fucking loved you!"

2 seconds was all it took. immediately after the words left his lips, his eyes widened and his hand flew to cover his mouth. "i'm so so sorry, please, i didn't mean that. you know i didn't mean that."

but it was too late. you were already picking up your purse, stuffing some extra clothes into a small bag, and walking out the door.

2 seconds and rintarou was sitting against a wall with his head in his hands, barely breathing out of fear that he'd just ruined his life with less than ten words. 2 seconds is all it takes to ruin everything.

#ok first off this is so good #secondly i dont wanna be that person op but im gonna need a part two

[hauntedaugust]

The feeling in your chest was unfamiliar, yet bore a sense of nostalgic heaviness. Despite the battle waging on around you, your mind was rather empty. The words spoken to you by the brother of the man you’d loved for years ran on repeat, looping endlessly. The brother that stood by as you hopeless trailed after his kin. The brother who was always there to wipe away your tears and bandage up your wounds, always after the younger sibling had inflicted them upon you. The brother who had selflessly set aside his own desires in order to see you smile.

The weight of reality was crushing. You could barely see through the accumulated grime and sadness in your eyes, face plained to gaze upon the very dwarf who had always taken such good care of you. “Fili…” you whimpered, fingers desperately gripping onto his lifeless frame. You couldn’t bare to tear yourself away from him, to render aid to the wails of the falling dwarrow and elves around you. Not even the scene of Tauriel knelt over Kili could tear you away from the blonde, a scene that would’ve had you enflamed in green fire the mere morrow prior.

Nothing could tear you from Fili now. All but one thing, of course. And that thing had come to fruition. You could only shake your head, pressing your temple against his and allowing your tears to run onto his dirtied, frozen skin as his words repeated like a broken record in your brain. A waste of a promise, truly, seeing as what fate had concluded.

“Just look at me, amralime. I’m here, I’ve always been here, right under your nose. I’ll always be here, no matter where you wander. Turn your gaze to me and I shall never stray.”

#thats okay i didnt need to be happy today #fr tho op #amazing writing #the way you captured so much history and emotion in such a short amount of time #I also love seeing some angst in this fandom

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Character x gn! Reader

WC: 245

Summary: angsty soulmate au for ??someone?? Presumably a more closed off character or someone with a tragic backstory.

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Wrapped thrice around my throat is a red string of fate.

It is tangled in my fingers and binding my feet.

And it is cutting off my air.

I have cut and sawed and axed, burned and buried, yet it has never even frayed.

I have gotten used to waking up in the early morning suffocating and stuttering for breath.

I have come to accept that this fate will kill me and that whoever is on the other side would rather lose their life than love me.

And they don’t even know my name.

I’ve come to enjoy the sunrise, one of the only good aspects of waking from one nightmare into another. But if I'm honest I prefer the mornings before the sun breaks the horizon, the red doesn't stand out as much when it's not bathed in warm light.

Some days I wonder what the world thinks of me as they watch me trip over this tangled mess of mistakes.

They are obsequious to their fate, following both fervently and blind. And they make a point to turn their shoulder to those who clash with their ideals.

The world has no place for those without soulmates, whether they are alone by choice, or otherwise.

So every morning I wake I must decide what to do with this tangled, twisted, and wholly reprehensible trick of divine interference.

Whether I run against this hedonic treadmill of tragedy or if I simply succumb to my fate.

#oh yay time to spam tags #for the love of god why can't i be more decisive? #jjk #jjk angst #bnha #mha #tokyo revengers #trying to remember which fandoms i write for #help #soulmate au #thinking of making a part two #but also who tf is this even about #idk lemme know #mha x reader #jjk x reader #tokyorev x reader #also fairly certain my asks are open so if you have any requests or questions feel free to ask #this also only took me like 30 minutes to write so I'd say it's pretty good All things considered

[hauntedaugust]

Mitsuya x gn! Reader

WC: 289

Summary: Read authors note

A/N: this one doesn't have too much of a direction so it's mostly ambiguous but it is kinda angsty. As usual it can be read as any character and I am curious as to who you guys read it as so lemme know :)

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A harsh storm rattles the windows of our shared home.

the kitchen’s dining nook is shrouded in a gloomy grey, a sharp contrast to the usual sunny atmosphere.

At one point such a storm would shake me to my core, but he has helped me to find stability in even the most precarious of situations.

He has not become my rock but he has helped me build a solid foundation.

He cloaks me in sunlight of my own making.

He sits across from me at our kitchen table nursing a cup of coffee all while I do my best to avoid his gaze.

This house is haunted by the ghosts of our former selves.

Those who would sit on the floor as they couldn't afford a table, those who painted over old and dingy walls in the same way they painted over their problems.

Those who planted seeds and cultivated their plants until they grew into the forest they have today.

And today the ghosts were loud.

Shouting their fears to be heard over the storm,

Clawing the walls, peeling the paint,

Creating such a ruckus that the very floors threatened to crack and crumble.

And today I hold their fears as my own, allowing them to fill my lungs and claw up my throat until the only breath in my lungs and word on my tongue is a strangled cry of desperation.

But still he sat there, his gaze steady and heart unfaltering.

He does not hold our bodies' predecessors in reverence or disdain,

He simply acknowledges that they once were.

He cloaks me in a sunlight of my own making, but when all I can see is this tempest he will stay with me through the downpour.

#mitsuya x reader #mitsyua takashi #mitsuya x you #Tokyo revengers #the visuals in the one were so strong while i was writing it #i as someone who has never drawn a building may be forced to paint this scene #they probably bought a really old house to refinish together #it also probably has more plants inside than outside #... #am I going to have to make a series out of the specific scenario? #fuck

[hauntedaugust]

i have no explanation for this one other than this boy has not left my head for months and i needed a warm up sketch

#jjk #yuuta okkotsu #fanart

[hauntedaugust]

Yuuta x gn! reader

WC:284

Summary: Yuuta struggles with the realization that he's lost his love for you.

AN: tbh even though Yuuta was on my mind the whole time I was writing this, it doesn't feel very in character for him. So if there's another character you think it fits better let me know and feel free to substitute for them while you read.

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I love you.

A whispered promise of dedication and devotion, spoken over pillows, dinners, fights, and the loud din of crowded train stations.

Spoken casually or as a joke, murmured as a secret or screamed but its meaning is always the same.

And he spoke it with such sincerity. it slipped off his tongue so sweetly he could swear it tasted like honey.

So at what point did it start to disgust him? At what point did the wine that was sweeter from your cup start tasting sour?

And he knew that you knew.

He watched the flicker of doubt cross your face every time the bitter words slipped from his now-forked tongue. And he scrambled to pick up the pieces of his heart that no longer beat for you.

And with every question you asked him, every doubt you voiced, he stood firm in his adamancy that he loves you. And the lie took root so deep in him that he could almost convince himself that it was true.

But the bitter taste never truly left.

And the words that once flowed like honey now poured like blood from his mouth.

And he could only assume that the metallic taste came from the knives he stuck in your back with every lie that fell from his tongue.

But he couldn't lose you.

How could he bear to let you go when all he loved he had lost?

And so he continued to lie, twisting truth to fall into the decadence of your love, all while trying not to choke on the blood in his mouth.

After all, sometimes saying “I love you” is just another way to ensure you'll never be alone.

#yuuta x reader #yuuta okkotsu #yuuta x you #yuuta x reader angst #jjk #jjk angst #i need to stop writing for this boy #hes traumatized enough #i technically only wrote this because of the last line #maybe ill start writhing fluff one day #probably not

[hauntedaugust]

Itadori yuji x reader

WC: 483

Summary: reader falls for Yuji despite knowing the risks.

A/N: this is the longest fic I've written this far but it is most definitely one of my favorites.

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How do you mourn the loss of something that was never meant to be?

How do you fall for someone you can never have?

We knew when we met that we could never fall in love.

So why did he pull me in? Why are his hugs like the warmth of the sun?

Why did he invite me on that warm June night to catch fireflies only to kiss me under the moonlight?

I tried with every fiber of my being to find a way not to fall.

But I didn't fall in love, it rose in me like a tide.

Impossible to quell the waves crashing down on me and yet a solace of calm washes over me when I hear the steady sound of the waves.

To bottle my feelings would be like to bottle a storm but how else would I survive the tumultuous seas?

Why does he love me only to leave me?

Itadori Yuji is a man cursed to die and yet he looks me in the eyes and promises a forever.

But try as I might to fight the waves I find myself drowning in this ocean of his love.

And so we built ourselves a kingdom of delusion, a city by the sea.

We built our walls high. And as I sat atop my throne there was not a doubt in my mind that he would come home to me.

So together we watched the seasons change, and his love for me never flickered or faded.

He slept by my side through every night, and we watched the sunrise together every morning, and every time without fail he'd complain about how bitter my coffee was, despite the fact that he'd never drink it on his own.

But even in the greatest of circumstances forever is uncertain at best.

Itadori Yuji is a man cursed to die and no amount of ignorance and childish hope could change one's fate.

And so as our friends grieved, my walls crumbled until there was nothing left but the pieces of a fantasy I had built with my own hands.

Every night I slept I dreamt he was there to hold me.

And every sunrise I would look over my shoulder to see his smiling face, only to find that he wasn't there.

Even my coffee made just the way I like it tasted bitter without him.

And I grew to resent the mornings that ripped me from my dreams of him.

I soon found that I could not live in a world without him.

So I locked the windows and shut the shades and began picking up the pieces of the reality we had built for ourselves.

And I glued it together piece by piece until it suited my needs.

Amongst the rubble I found my crown, and I wore it proudly as I sat atop my throne of delusion.

#itadori yuji x reader #itadori yuji #yuji x you #yuji x reader angst #jjk #jjk angst #sorry for killing off yuji #i really do like him #i just like angst more #i was originally gonna write and angle devil fic but i was having troube with it so i did this instead #still plan on writing that though #probably #no promises

[hauntedaugust]

Elopement

Masterlist

Summary: You and Gojo and your not-so-conventional union.

Word count: 2.9k

Tags: Spoilers for Hidden Inventory, Fluff, Slight angst, Elopement (duh), Established relationship, Lowkey parental Yaga, Miscommunication, Set after Hidden Inventory Arc

A/N: my besties bought me a big big big gojo fuwa for my birthday :D 

You marry Satoru at the age of 19.

And you don’t really how know it happens. After everything you both have been through, everything that year just… blurred.

Suguru’s betrayal had been a turning point. The four three of you changed. Shoko’s cigarette habit returned, she retreats back into her room most of the time, throwing herself at medical books; you found yourself often standing in the middle of the kitchen, silently recreating recipes Suguru and yourself would make together; and Satoru… Well, Satoru disappeared.

It’s natural that he’s sought after. He’s now the strongest, and not part of a pair. But Satoru checks out. He leaves without warning, and you don’t know what’s happening except that he’s mourning and he’s grieving, too, and you’re with two newly acquired preschoolers, and you were spending your nights coiled up and waiting for him to come home to you, and you were grasping at frayed ends to try and make things work.

Two months of half-hearted conversations on the off-chance you manage to see your own boyfriend in the dorms. Two months of near radio silence. You didn’t know what was his next move. What would he do in his grief? What would you do in the wake of it?

Apparently, the only natural thing for him to do was to return to you one night and silently slip an engagement ring onto your ring finger while you slept.

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#i love this so much #the way that it encompasses his personality is to good #i always wanted to know how losing suguru effected gojo #and by extent how it effected us as the reader #i could go on about how much i loved this #but ill leave it at that for now