#. ۫ ۶ৎ . 𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 '𝒏 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 ﹕ heart eater ꒱ . ˚◞✧

[sweethearticism]

꒰ ݁ ꫂ᭪ ꒱ 𓂃 Heart Eaters Event

featuring ᝰ.ᐟ✧ 。。。“ i won't cry for you ”

˚₊‧꒰ა ex husband.ᐟ satoru gojo ﾉ gn reader ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

he always knew he'd choose the life of a sorcerer over you. but when that life promises him ruin at the centre of shinjuku, he wishes to hold you. just one more time.

broadcast ᝰ.ᐟ✧ divorced spouses, mentions of death, fear of death, broken marriage 𓂃 wc ⌇ 1.4k

sweetheart host ᝰ.ᐟ✧ kicking off this event with a big blow, i wanna die art cred ⌇ tansan__mizu (twt)

Instead of your snuggle sofa paired with your favourite fluffy black blanket, white obscured both. The only black being that damned uniform.

"What the hell are you doing here, Gojo?"

"Please, not that again."

"Don't you know how to knock? I can call the authorities right now."

"Sweetheart—"

"I have a name. First and last. Don't."

The keys drop in a bowl together with your mood. Kicking off your shoes at the door, you jerk your coat tighter. Maybe the wool would keep you together. Keep you safe from the cold and those begging blue eyes.

Tall as ever, Satoru stood in the living room's centre. Instead of hands stuffed in pockets, they dangled aimlessly at his side. Rather than a blindfold, blue greeted you. Pleaded you. He never obscured them when it came to you; he remembered how you loved them. How you drowned in them on your wedding day, wedding night— avoided them after signing icy ink.

Signing away the certificate, the ring on your finger, him— only this house remained. Satoru refused to settle for any less. In exchange for a peaceful divorce, he only had one condition: stay here. Stay safe. You accepted. On the condition of one more stay. Him. Away from you.

"I told you, I can't do this anymore." The threshold to the living room was your boundary. You didn't dare step closer. You wouldn't. Couldn't. "We had an agreement. You stay the hell away from me, I live my life."

"I understand—"

"Then why are you here? You couldn't even knock? How long have you been here?"

"You wouldn't have let me in."

"Then that should've been your first warning."

Warning. Away. Hell. Each of these more rigid than the frost rimming your windows. His heart warned him. Staying away from you would be hell. And hell? It wasn't blistering; but a blizzard. Cold, lonely, a wasteland. Satoru knew hell all too well. Ever since you threw those documents in front of him, hell became his livelihood.

"Please," his voice was soft, uncharacteristically. "I just wanna talk. I need you." The imaginary threshold bound him too. The gaping gorge spread between you both was imminent danger. One step, two step, and he'd fall. You'd evade. Throw a fit.

Had he truly been such a horrible husband? Satoru prided himself on being textbook perfect for marriage. Kind, considerate, compassionate, the type to make sure you never lacked. Materials, affection, emotion, whatever your pretty heart desired. And he was perfect, apart from one thing.

"Need me? Don't you have some mission that's more important?"

That. For all his pros, Satoru came with one boulder of a con. He was never around. Too busy, too dedicated. That kindness and compassion extended way beyond you. Twisted into senseless duty for a hopeless cause. He wasn't just the kindest. No, Gojo Satoru was the Strongest.

But the strongest felt at his Weakest when it came to you. Standing there, stiff, unwilling. Glaring daggers colder than ice and speaking frostier. Winter raged outside, but in this humble home was where the true blizzard brewed.

"I don't." He broke code. Stepped over that threshold. You stepped back. He went forward. Back. Forward. Back. Forward— until you stood at the foot of the kitchen and him the same distance as before. Now closer to the door. You hoped he'd change direction and find himself out of it.

"I just— please, listen to me."

He took your silence as a green light. Even with your eyes roaring red.

"I just need to see you. One more time. One more night."

"Then refuse to leave in the morning? Pass."

"I won't exactly have a choice."

You paused. Squinted. "Why's that? Oh! Let me guess." Your laugh was cold, your eyes were colder, your words hissed as your shoulders shook off snow and you leaned into the kitchen doorway. "Mission, right? That's the only thing more important than me anyway."

"Nothing was ever more important than you." Satoru snapped.

"Didn't feel like it when all I woke up to was the same empty bed I cried myself to sleep in."

"I had duties. I have duties. What about that made you think you were less important?"

"Hmm. Dunno. Maybe the fact you risked your life every day?"

"That's my damn job— hell, my life!"

"And what's mine? Grieving over you when you finally kick the bucket for a society that doesn't give two shits about you?"

You needn't raise your voice. Your glare screamed. Frozen daggers, a hateful wasteland. For him? For the people who moulded him? You married Satoru. But Gojo Satoru would be the man in the coffin. Young, like his widowed. Strung over, crying their eyes out over a man who was never truly theirs. Never truly their husband; but a weapon.

Silence formed a rink. Both rooted in this frozen graveyard you once called love. This home you once called ours.

He lifted the first sledgehammer. Not a slam, but shiver. "I need to be with you." Desperate, whispered. "Just one more time. I need to hold you in my arms, feel you, know you're real. Know that we were real. Just. . . once, please."

His heart called to drift closer, but he stood strong. Even in this weakness.

"You're right, there is a mission." Satoru murmured. "One I'm not sure I'll come back from."

You tensed.

He faltered.

"I get it, okay? I couldn't give you what you deserved. I tried. I wanted to— hell, I loved you." Trembled hands tore through his hair and gaped at the ceiling in search of mercy. "I love you. With all my heart. You made me feel like. . . like Satoru. Toru. Even when you refuse to call me either now. And I know I don't deserve this, but I can't go out there knowing there's a high chance I won't see you again."

His gaze lowered. Glossy. Shades hid his eyes when you signed the divorce papers. You imagined they looked like this when you picked up that pen.

"I hated every minute being apart from you. I don't know where I'm going. Don't know if you'll come there. I don't even know if there is a there to go to. All I know is that I missed you. I'll miss you. And that I—"

Gojo Satoru. The Strongest. Stood trembling before you. Crystalline tears slowly dripping from his shattered eyes. The sign of his strength. Now weak. The Weakest.

"I love you."

He faced you. Even when every fibre of his being told him to run. Even when you gaze remained unchanging.

"I love. You." He croaked. "Please. Just let me love you one more time."

Silence drowned him. His lungs burned, eyes stung. Frost clung to his skin. Outside would be kinder. Anything but this cruel house he found himself in. Not a home, but a house.

Still he hoped it could be one. Just for the night. One more time.

You sighed. Shoulders drooped.

"Satoru. . ."

His hope soared—

"I can't."

—shattered.

His heart in your hands. And still you squeezed it. Ripped it to shreds with your pretty palms he'd still get down on his knees and kiss in his dying breaths.

"This is exactly what I was talking about." The chill in your voice became a croak of your own. Instead of leaning, you held onto the doorway for support. One arm hooked around yourself. Grounding. Shaking.

You couldn't look at him. Wouldn't.

"You'll love me and leave me. Go out there and make my every fear a reality."

Your eyes shimmered. He instinctively stepped closer. Violently, you brushed the tears away. Shot him a look that froze him once more. Not sorrow, but a scowl. Not cold. But cruel.

"Leave."

"Sweetheart."

You ducked from the word. Both arms wrapped around your person tight. He didn't deserve your glare anymore, so you stared to the floor.

"I said leave."

"You won't see me again."

"And you know what?"

At last you shouted. Heaved. Your tears fell and you wiped each furiously. Then pointed with an aggressive hand to the door.

"I won't cry for you."

You broke.

Satoru? He shattered.

"Leave. I won't cry for you. Not any more. I won't shed a single tear for a man who was never mine to begin with."

Silence. Not a banter, not a breath. You snapped your head forward with a scream on your tongue.

"Didn't you hear me!? I said l—"

Nothing. No white hair. No blue eyes. Only the wide window.

And the cold, lonely winter. On a fateful day in Shinjuku.

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[sweethearticism]

꒰ ݁ ꫂ᭪ ꒱ . Heart Eaters Event

featuring ᝰ.ᐟ✧ 。。。“ catch me as i rebound ”

˚₊‧꒰ა spider-man.ᐟ satoru gojo ﾉ gn. reader ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

dating tokyo's beloved webhead came with a life full of fun & chaos. danger licked at your heels, as the hero's only weakness. but you never cared, you always knew he'd catch you.

broadcast ᝰ.ᐟ✧ spider-man au, fear of death, reader death, heavy angst 𓂃 wc ⌇ 1.0k

sweetheart host ᝰ.ᐟ✧ i've always wanted to write spidey satoru but at what cost. art cred ⌇ email2140 (twt)

Despite a new villain every week, Tokyo City was the height of beauty. With its bustling life, its great neon lights and grand skyscrapers kissing the sky. Those skyscrapers?

Especially beautiful when you're flung hundreds of feet from the Tokyo Skytree.

Screams died in your throat. Heart pounding in your ears. Your tears flew with the rushing air. Rushing. Faster. Faster. Colours merged, sounds— fear flooded your entire being and clutched your soul.

If the ground didn't kill you first your shrivelling lungs might. Plummeting through the sky, still no air. Rushing.

Falling.

Faster. Faster.

Faster—

The ground approached. Your heart fell to it first. At last a scream tore from your burning lungs and tears surged through the endless air. Your eyes flew shut. Squeezed. You braced for impact.

Almost.

Almost—

"Sweet things like you can't be falling for me like this."

Warmth replaced the cold shatter of the ground. Encased around your shaking form. The wind stopped. The rushing. The surge. For a terrifying moment— you thought you died. Hallucinating. Hovered over your crumbled body splattered across pavement.

But as you slowly willed your eyes open, instead of blood and gore, you're met with white. That infuriating web pattern with blue accents and big, animated eyes. An expressionless mask, and yet you saw his wide grin clear as day.

Spider-Man. Your Spider-Man, also known as Gojo Satoru: your boyfriend.

Hanging from a web with one strong arm while the other looped tight round your waist. You're flushed to him. Where's the ground?

Despite yourself, you glanced down— the endless expanse continued for hundreds more feet.

"SATO-!" Your scream died in your hand as you slapped it over your mouth. Tears gushing from your eyes as you gaped at the bastard just, dangling there!

"Hey hey hey now sshhh, this is not where you should be screaming my name."

"Are you crazy!?"

"—in love with you? Always sweets."

"PUT ME DOWN!"

Satoru flinched but cocked his head with a bit of a chuckle. His eyes swept below then to the singular web thread he gripped. He squinted at an approaching buzz, then crooned. "Weelll, what my sweetheart wants they get."

He let go.

He let—

You screamed bloody murder as you both hurled through the air. Your heart might've stopped again. Eyes wide, then squeezed, all while his infuriating laughter filled the air. Arms looped tight around your trembled form.

The rest was a blur. Your lungs gave out the scream and you limped into a shaking mess of clinging limbs and face buried into his shoulder.

You didn't dare look. No. What if you really did fall? What if none of this was true? What if Satoru wasn't there to catch you this time?

"I've got you baby," the low hum in your ear eased your muscles from memory. At last your eyes pried open.

Thwack!

"Hey!" He rubbed his chest with another pout you could see through the mask before his hand returned to cradling your head. "Is that how you thank me?"

"I thought—" you croaked, squirming your hands around and gripping onto his back. "Thought I. . . Th-Thought I was gonna—"

"Sshhh," tender fingers stroked down your spine and you hiccuped into his shoulder with a sob. "Told ya you could count on me huh? Not gonna let anything happen to my sweetheart."

"Jerk." You huffed through tears.

He laughed, glanced up then set you back down. Large hands kissed either side of your face as he cradled you, leaned over your teary form with a smooch to your cheek.

Another huff, you shoved the lower half of his mask up. "Kiss me properly."

At last you saw that signature, frustratingly handsome grin.

"You realise I gotta go give the buzzard hell for throwing my sweetie off the Skytree, yeah?"

"And that same sweetie will make sure you regret saving me in the first place if I don't get my kiss."

He scoffed, grinned wider and pulled you in for a smooch. Lips soft and loving, paired with your feral, adrenaline-induced passion from a near-death experience.

"I'll always catch you, sweetheart." He promised, two more kisses snatched from your eager mouth.

It's your turn to grin. Slapping a hand over his chest you shoved him back a bit. "Uhuh, go do your job spider-boy." The looming Vulture up ahead gave you no anxiety. Not with your winking boyfriend swinging swift into action.

Because he'd always catch you.

Always save you.

There wasn't a doubt in the world. A thought that you'd ever meet a cruel fate. He'd always catch you.

Until he didn't.

Until your fate was met at the hands of his closest friend turned maniac.

Until you fell through the air like an angel. Broken wings. Shattered halo. Eyes full of mercy he didn't deserve.

Because even in your last moments. You still trusted that he'd catch you.

But he couldn't.

Not this time.

It wasn't the fall that killed you. But his web. Shot from panic as you approached the gateway he wouldn't be able to follow. No screams came from you— but they did from him.

Raw, and shattered, and broken,

As your neck snapped from the backlash,

and his heart ripped from the inside out.

When Satoru eventually lowered to your fated end. His arms encased you the same way they did that day. That day he did everything right. But now here you lay, a product of all of his mistakes.

"Sweetheart," he croaked.

His hand held yours. Gently, desperately. Won't you hit him again? Won't you scream at him? Call him an idiot and demand a kiss?

"No, no no no— no please," he cradled you closer. To that damned suit. The same one that killed you. White turned scarlet. The world went grey.

Still, he trembled a kiss to your lips. Just as you would have asked of him.

After he caught you.

After he saved you.

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[sweethearticism]

꒰ ݁ ꫂ᭪ ꒱ 𓂃 Heart Eaters Event

featuring ᝰ.ᐟ✧ 。。。“ i could cure your disease ”

˚₊‧꒰ა unrequited.ᐟ suguru geto ﾉ f. reader ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

you followed suguru in his path of bloodshed. your heart yearned for his, for a simple “ i love you ”, but his words were deceit, and you were dying for him. literally.

broadcast ᝰ.ᐟ✧ hanahaki au, bloody descriptions, reader death, heavy angst 𓂃 wc ⌇ 1.0k

sweetheart host ᝰ.ᐟ✧ inspired this after luu's lovely hanahaki smau, hope i did it justice hehe. art cred ⌇ neauchimonai (twt)

Suguru never loved you. He loved what you could do for him.

The truth bloomed in your mind another sleepless night. Rest rarely came to you in this temple. Your own doing. You sacrificed sleep for his splendour. Laid your heart on an altar and waited for him to take it into adoring hands.

One month after Suguru's defection. That's all it took. But what was one month to three years of loving him? He needed you more than ever, you told yourself.

The line between selfless and selfish was thin. You walked it with one leg dangling on either side.

You did this for him, you told yourself.

You did this for yourself, another whispered.

For him, for you, no— for both. Out of your love for him you trailed his path of bloodshed. From that same love birthed the insatiable desire to see it in his eyes. Feel it in his hands. To hear him say those three words.

Perhaps I love you was favour above the rest of his followers. Maybe I love you was him calling on you first and foremost. Was I love you actually, "my most faithful ally, whatever will I do without you?"

Your mind believed such. Your heart called it a fool. Three words, four letters, hell— Suguru had never uttered either. Whatever 'display of devotion' you deluded yourself with would only bloom more ache in your chest.

Swelled in your chest, thorned on your lungs, climbing up your throat, choked— on petals. Sweet, scourging, suffocating petals.

Suguru never loved you. And it was killing you.

"I can't do this anymore." You dared to enter his private chambers. Interrupted his calligraphy. Black ink became scarlet streaks. Suguru's gaze gawked at your stumbling form.

Shoulders shaking, tears pouring, knees quaking. And cupped in your hands? Petals. Bloodied, brutal petals. As if you murdered a flower and brought him the remains.

He was no fool. Not like you. He knew what those flowers meant. Knew what your shaky hands smearing petals and blood all over kesa meant too. How you limped into him and sobbed your heart out in an array of violent coughs.

"I can't— be here. Can't do this. I'm . . ." You heaved. "Sorry. I'm sorry Suguru." Your nails dug at the fabric, then tore away. Away. You needed to get away.

"Wait." He urged.

"You're killing me." You sobbed.

No matter how hard you tried, Suguru was stronger than you in this moment. He always was. Your body limped into his. A poor, wilted rose in his embrace. Lowering you to the floor with him, Suguru cupped your scalp.

His voice. God, not his voice. Not drawled in your ear; just like the first time you fell for him. That fateful day in the schoolyard. "Where will you go? Why?"

You croaked. "Anywhere but here. I'm dying, Suguru. I'm dying, I'm sorry, I'm in love with you."

Each phrase so different, but not to you. Three merged into one, aching reality. Your head slumped on his shoulder and he shushed you with croons.

"Why do you apologise?"

"Because you. . . you don't love me. But I love you. I'm sorry."

"Whatever made you believe that?"

You froze. Wilting became a wish. Hope. In his words, in the tender palms cupping your face to steer you to him. Calloused thumbs were silky strokes on your cheekbones. Softer lips caressed your temple.

"I love you." Suguru whispered into your hair. Promised. Convinced. "I love you. I have always loved you." Long fingers laced with yours. Another promise.

No, clinging. "That's why I need you." The only truth. "You can't leave now, darling, I need you more than ever."

"You . . . love me?"

"I do."

"Then why am I—"

Another mouthful of petals. Coughed into his lying hands. He brushed them away, together with another stream of your tears. "Because your mind convinced you otherwise."

Your face was cradled again so that you looked at him. Your saviour. Your Suguru. Who smiled down upon you. An idol to his most valued devotee.

Not a darling.

Not a lover.

"We'll fix this." He promised. Lips fell upon yours. Taking both blood and nectar with. You tore shaky hands into his silky strands and sobbed into his mouth.

"Suguru, I love you."

"I love you too, darling."

The line between vows and lies was thin. Suguru strayed on the latter.

Truly, how could he love you? He loved what you could do for him, loved that you were his most devoted follower. Loyal, powerful, and hopelessly a sheep. He couldn't let you go. Playing pretend for the sake of keeping you around was a noble sacrifice.

What more could he ask for? You'd be alive and able. So he'd 'love' you, because he needed you.

While your mind danced to strings of his lies, your heart caught in the web. There was no fixing you. No lie could balm over the wounds struck across your lungs and bruises on your throat. No amount of kisses, hugs and faux holds could ever snip the thorny bush claiming your heart. Thorns around your ribcage, your chest cavity. Petals up your oesophagus, staining your tongue.

Blood. Flowers. A murder scene. His homicide.

He killed you. As you laid there in his arms, months after his first lie spun. Here you were. A delicate rose caught in the web. Strangled. Suffocating.

" . . . Suguru."

Sobbing.

"Sshh. . . I have you. I've got you."

Until the end he fed you honeyed poison. Dripped into your gaping mouth stuffed with a hundred roses. White, stained red, smeared with his deceit.

"S-Su . . . Sh— . . . ugu . . ."

"I love you."

Hoisted closer to his heart. He listened to yours fade. Watched your eyes dull. Your grip fade. No longer did you wilt. You withered. Broken, bruised and bloodied in his arms. The same ones he cradled you in as he lied.

Still, he lied.

"I love you." Voice hoarse. Eyes blank. He drew you closer. Dark hair looming a broken halo over your pale face. Still adoring. Still devoted. Even in death.

He murdered a flower. And lied to her remains.

"I love you."

"I love you."

"I love you."

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[sweethearticism]

˚₊‧꒰ა Heart Eaters : 5k Follower Event ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

. ۫ᯓᡣ𐭩 i love this record baby but i can't see straight anymore

broadcast ᝰ.ᐟ✧ in celebration of my 5k milestone i'll be hosting a writing event themed after what i'm known best for. my beloved lady gaga & angst .ᐟ send me one of the lyrics below + a JJK character that i write for & i'll write an angst imagine. you're welcome to give me a scenario.

cue ᝰ.ᐟ✧ please remember my rules & what characters I write for ( can be found on my masterlist )

໒꒱ i'm just a holy fool, oh, baby, it's so cruel

໒꒱ but i'm still in love with judas, baby

໒꒱ i wanna love you but something's pulling me away from you

໒꒱ when he calls to me, I am ready

໒꒱ i've learned love is like a brick, you can. build a house or sink a dead body

໒꒱ don't call my name, don't call my name

໒꒱ don't wanna kiss, don't wanna touch

໒꒱ you know that I love you, boy

໒꒱ just smoke my cigarette and hush

໒꒱ love is just a history that they may prove

໒꒱ and when you're gone, i'll tell them my religion's you

໒꒱ i won't cry for you

໒꒱ i want your love, and i want your revenge

໒꒱ i want your love, i don't wanna be friends

໒꒱ hello, hello baby, you called? i can't hear a thing

໒꒱ can call all you want but there's no one home

໒꒱ not that I don't like you, i'm just at a party

໒꒱ but i can't stop staring in those evil eyes

໒꒱ he ate my heart

໒꒱ i wanna kiss you, but if i do then i might miss you babe

໒꒱ do you want love, or you want fame?

໒꒱ this story of us, it always starts the same

໒꒱ control your poison, babe, roses have thorns they say

໒꒱ i could play the doctor, i can cure your disease

໒꒱ if you were a sinner, i could make you believe

໒꒱ you reach out and no one's there

໒꒱ you love to hate me

໒꒱ you say “i love you” i disintegrate

໒꒱ you push and pull me i don't hurt at all

໒꒱ so rip off my face in this photograph

໒꒱ catch me as i rebound, without a sound

໒꒱ lonely as the streets pass me by

໒꒱ i don't wanna fade into the darkness tonight

໒꒱ hold me in your heart tonight

໒꒱ in her tongue she said, “death or love tonight”

໒꒱ and after he's been hooked i'll play the one that's on his heart

໒꒱ and baby when it's love if it's not rough it isn't fun

໒꒱ i could be your girl, girl, girl

໒꒱ i'm gonna drink my tears tonight

໒꒱ cause i know you love me baby

໒꒱ let me be the girl under you, that makes you cry

໒꒱ i wanna be that guy

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