Im so sorry t0 ask this, but your traumatic mutism with the yandere jjk is incredibly satisfying to read, is there any chance you could continue it? Maybe its set a year or two later and reader still hasn’t started talking again so they go a hospital (or get someone to do an at home visit so they wont get caught) only to find out that it’s permanent due physical trauma long with physiological/emotional trauma? How would the boys react when they find out its never going away? How does reader feel? Gets more depressive, gets riskier, starts pissing them off to succumb to harm as a way to end the pain they’ve been inflicted upon against their will? The world is an oyster and I’m thinking about the meals you can make from this cinecpt 💕🌸
I'm flattered you like my writing so much Anon, so I hope this pleases you.
Yandere JJK men with reader with permanent traumatic mutism.
(Drabble(?) includes: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Nanami Kento and Ryomen Sukuna with a Gender Neutral Reader.)
TW: Attempted Suicide on Geto's part, Stabbing on Nanami's
"I'm sorry Mr. Gojo, but I fear this will be permanent.." The psychologist explained as him and Satoru stood in the hallway.
Satoru had a mix of disbelief and anger on his face.. permanent? No, it just couldn't be.
"What.. what do you mean, you said that this should pass... That they should get better!" He clenched his fists in frustration as he stared at the psychologist, unable to believe that their Darling's mutism could he permanent.
"Mr. Gojo, normally traumatic mutism tends to go away once the person suffering from it is able to find an environment that allows them to heal and grow.. but your partner doesn't have that. And unless they can find a place to heal.. I fear that there is nothing to be done." The psychologist explained the situation carefully, doing his best to not upset Satoru yet Satoru was just getting more upset.
All he wanted was to punch this guy even though he understood it wasn't his fault in the slightest.
Satoru basically kicked the guy out of his house, surely, he had just hired a bad psychologist! No way this would be permanent.
But then psychologist after psychologist, they all said the same thing.
Satoru was in denial, there was no way you'd be like this permanently. Absolutely no way! He was not accepting this.
If the psychologists couldn't do anything about it, then fine, he'd help you himself, simple as that.
You honestly just felt depressed about it. You felt so weak, like no matter what you did.. you just couldn't speak up even if you wanted it too, like there was something stuck in your throat that didn't allow you to speak, no matter how much you tried.
He gets even more overbearing than he once was and it feels exhausting to deal with, clinging to your side almost every second of the day, showering you with attention and an expecting look, waiting for you to talk.
It just made you even more nervous, the way he'd stand there expectingly with they stupid smile. Waiting for you to speak after he got you a gift or acted like a "perfect" boyfriend.
It scared you, you wanted to speak to ease the tension but you just couldn't.. you were so afraid he'd just.. snap at you again.
And even if Satoru was trying his best to be patient, he still isn't the most understanding guy, especially if his fantasy of you and him being a perfect couple is threatened.
And that shows with the way he ends up actually snapping at you one day.
"..Why are you.. why are you like this..!?" He said, his tone becoming frustrated as he clenched his fists.
"Are you doing this to punish me!? So I can feel horrible about myself!? Well it's working!" Satoru yells, you could already feel yourself freeze, your body moving on it's own, trying to make yourself look smaller in futile attempt to escape his wrath.
"I'm... I'm not the guy I used to be dammit! But you still treat me like I am! All I'm asking of you is just for you to speak! One single word! I'm begging you..!" He stepped closer, his tone was a mix of exhaustion and anger, you could feel your throat closing up.
As you stayed silent, he let out a frustrated groan and using his cursed energy, broke the new gift he had gotten you, the unexpected action making you flinch and look away.
As he breathed heavily, he took in your state, you were so scared, so unbelievably scared.
He folded right then and there, bringing you to his arms to hold you even with you so tense.
It was a constant cycle, he'd be all doting and caring, then snap out of frustration, rinse and repeat.
Until he finally accepted the reality of your situation and stopped, what was he doing?
He was so focused on living out his perfect little fantasy he didn't even bother trying to help you.
But that would change now, he promised it.
".. Could you say that again?" Suguru asked, he had heard the psychologist clearly. But he just couldn't actually believe it.
You? Permanently mute? He looked down at you, watching as you sat with your head lowered, fidgeting with your fingers, the psychologist's voice was nothing but background chatter he didn't even bother registering anymore.
Surely this had to be fixable.
Much like Satoru, he gets other psychologists to come see you, assured that he had simply gotten a bad one, but every single one without fail said that same thing, the trauma from what had happened was simply... Too much.
He eventually accepted that the psychologists were right, there was no point in hiring another one if they would all tell him the same damn thing each time.
That feeling of guilt turned into anger, anger towards you, he didn't lay a hand on you, not anymore at least, so instead of getting physical he just hurt you with his words instead.
How he'd yell and berate you, claiming how it was all your fault, if you hadn't acted out of line.. none of it would have happened anyways! Truthfully, this was just his way of trying to live with the guilt of what he had done, deflecting all of his blame onto you so he could feel better about himself.
With each insult, each scream at you.. you just felt more and more hopeless, so many things all at once, depressed, angry, it was all too overwhelming.
So overwhelming you can't bear living on anymore.
Finding you was what made him realize how much he had really fucked up, there you were, blade to your wrists, tears streaming down your face, your body trembling.
With how frozen and scared you were of him, it was rather easy to get the blade away from you and to hold you close but that just made him sadder, how terrified you were of him that your body didn't even allow you to move when he was around.
"..I... I'm sorry." This was probably the first time in the 2 years you've been stuck with him where you heard that word leave his mouth, you could feel your eyes widening with how shocked you were.
".. I'm so fucking sorry, it's not your fault, it never was, it was always mine." He whispered, pulling you closer as he whispered into your ear, he sounded shaken.
"Things will change from now on. I won't be the person I was, I promise."
And he did, he did make an effort to change for you, even if he still sucked in a lot of aspects, he stopped blaming you and berating you so that was definitely a first.
He even stopped treating you like a pet. Now you two had more of a roommate situation going on, except the fact you couldn't leave and his feelings for you were still there, he just didn't show them more now.
A part of you wished you could go back in time and this was the Suguru you had to deal with and not the one from back then.
You could feel as Nanami brought your hand to his lap, holding it with his two hands as the psychologist explained the situation.
As time passed you became the house spouse he had dreamed of.. yet you still weren't speaking, not a single word and it worried him, so he decided to take you to see someone but if he had known the results then he would have probably chosen to stay blissfully ignorant.
The trauma was too severe and the psychologist feared that this could stay permanent. He could not believe it.
He could feel the guilt within him worsening, the idea that you'd permanently stay like this, like he had broken you.. it made him want to throw up.
Still, even if he broke you, it didn't mean he couldn't try to put the pieces back together, even if it wouldn't be the exact same as before.
He signed you both up for sign language classes, always made sure to keep his mood in check around you (especially if he had came back home from working overtime.) He didn't expect you to speak even if he hoped you would, he just wanted you to live a comfortable life with him.
But you didn't wish for the best for Nanami like how he wished it for you. You wanted him to really understand how deep your resentment and pain went.
It started small with mildly infuriating things. Messing up his room. Throwing stuff on the floor that would be a pain to clean, switching the sugar for the salt so he was met with a rather interesting tasting coffee in the morning.
But that still didn't get that stupid gentle smile off his face, how you hated how he could put on the persona of a "loving husband."
Could anyone really blame you? You were so desperate, you just wanted to hurt him, feel like you were in control of your life again.
You waited for him to come back from work patiently by the door with a kitchen knife in hand, your hands growing shakier as you heard his keys jingle outside.
It all happened so fast, so, so fast, now you found yourself sat on the floor, looking up at Nanami wide eyed as he holds the stab wound on his abdomen, he breathed heavily, he still looked like he was in shock you'd try something like that.
"Listen.. don't.. don't worry, it's going to be fine.." He said, trying to remain calm despite all of the pain.
He didn't hold it against you when he was back from the hospital, even though he didn't allow you into the kitchen anymore.
"We all have our bad days." Was simply all he said.
If you were upset, sad.. he allowed you to take it out on him, if that gave you some release, he'd be willing to stand the violence.
You watched as the body of the Doctor lied limp on the floor, clearly, Sukuna was not happy with what he had said.
"How ridiculous..." You heard him mumble, you felt your body frozen as you stared at the dead body of the Doctor on the floor, your eyes going back and forth from the dead body to Sukuna's annoyed expression.
"You'll be back to talking. I'm sure of it." Perhaps he was trying to comfort you, but if anything that felt more like a threat, something you had to accomplish otherwise you'd meet the same fate as the Doctor who had explained your situation.
To be honest here, a part of you wished you could be in his place.
Time passed, you could feel with each day how Sukuna was getting less and less patient with your silence.
But you couldn't help it. It was like there was something in your body preventing you from speaking no matter how much you wanted to say something, just a single word even, just so he wouldn't get more upset at you.
Sukuna did everything he thought would get you to speak again, threats, offers, anything he could think of that could even get a word out of you.
But nothing, he could feel his annoyance grow more and more everytime you just stared at him in silence, looking like some freightened animal.
"I am tired of your silence." Sukuna said, crossing his arms, you felt yourself freezing already.
"For how much longer will you allow this weakness plague you? This is pathetic and you know it." His tone became lower, he looked down at you, a small hope perhaps even one word would come out.
"Speak." He wasn't asking you too, he was ordering it. You stayed quiet, you wanted to speak, you wanted it too so desperately but you couldn't. You felt like you were reliving the situation that made you go mute in the first place.
As each moment with passed with you continuing to stay silent, he let out a sigh of annoyance, turning around and instead of taking his anger out on you, he took it out on the door, destroying it effortlessly.
From the point on, he still tried to get you to speak sometimes, but he didn't really push it as much anymore.
A part of him, a really, really reluctant one, finally accepted that you were going to stay this way.
And there really was nothing he could do about it.
I have been so slow with requests and I'm really sorry, especially for the people whose requests have been sitting on my ask box for a while, I don't really like sharing stuff about my life on here but I have just been going through something really rough irl lately and I honestly just feel depressed with little to no motivation to write. Life has not been too good and I've kinda of been in a really awful headspace for these past weeks. So I hope you can all understand and be a little patient with me.
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