#( and it’s like.. idm one time like I can do that sure ) | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

yzzyhee · 6 months ago

Text

heartbreak girl - sjy

PAIRING: best friend!sim jaeyun x yn (fem bodied)

WARNING: pet name (angel, baby) lmk if i missed anything, slight angst..? a lot of feelings involved, kinda mean heeseung??

WC: ~5k more or less

SYNOPSIS: jake has always been there for you through thick and thin — he was always there to take away your hurt, but when were you going to realise?

PLAYLIST: 5sos - heartbreak girl

A.N: hi everyone i just wanted to say quickly that it’s my first written fic, i have no idea what im doing tbf but i just really really liked the idea for a while and decided to give it a shot .. i truly accept any constructive criticism you might have idm this will probably be the first and last time i post something but ! do let me know what you guys think, it would mean a lot !!

ps. this one is dedicated to my wife @ja3yun seriously couldn’t have done it without ur advices so seriously tysm bb!!

I. “YOU CALL ME UP // IT’S LIKE A BROKEN RECORD // SAYING THAT YOUR HEART HURTS”

Jake sighs as his phone buzzes. Picking it up he sees your caller ID and for a split of a second he doesn’t want to pick up the call. As he glances at the phone he lets himself wonder what a different life would be like; if somehow in another life he could stop caring and ignore you.

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath — that could never be a possibility. He’s sure that if that another life actually exists, the universe would somehow bring him together with you and all of this would eventually happen.

“Y/N?” he answers, trying to keep his voice steady.

“Jake…” you manag to say even though your friend can barely hear your voice. “He broke up with me.” you said as a sob escaped from you.

Jake feels like his own heart is shattering. Not for your and Heeseung’s relationship that was over for now but mostly for himself. He’d seen you go through this too many times, always falling for the wrong boys and always ending up heartbroken.

“It just hurts so bad, Jake..” you cry, your voice breaking.

As you continued crying and uttering words that made Jake’s heart drop at how you seem to hate yourself now, he feels like he could punch Heeseung if he were to see him now. Even though he has been there for you through many of your previous heartbreaks and also fights with Heeseung he never heard you cry so bad.

“Hey, Y/N.. Listen to me. Take deep breaths, stop crying, angel, please.” Jake says softly and it makes you stop crying over the phone for a bit.

“You’re more than just a pretty face, okay? Don’t listen to him. You’re smart, you’re kind and you’re wicked funny.. And I guarantee there’s a guy out there who will see what I see, okay?”

You take a sharp breath and nodd but quickly mutter a “Yes” as you realize he can’t see you through the phone.

“I just.. Why does this keep happening, Jake? Why are all the guys I end up with always such assholes?”

“It’s not you, angel. You’re really amazing, you know? Sometimes people like him… just don’t realize what they have right in front of them until it’s too late. He will definitely come crawling back to you in no time.” Jake says in a playful tone but his words held some truth — even through your fights Heeseung always came back.

You chuckle and it makes Jake smile. He hates seeing or hearing you cry, especially when it’s about your relationships and how you always deem yourself unworthy of love from anyone when it’s your boyfriends who just can’t appreciate you.

“Thank you, Jake. Thank you for being a friend. It’s so late right now..I’m sorry for bothering you.”

Jake chuckles as well. “You never bother me, angel.”

“I’ll call you tomorrow at 10.”

Then the phone call abruptly comes to an end and Jake sighs for the second time that night. He knows you won’t call, especially if Heeseung puts his ego aside and comes back to you tonight.

He takes the pillow from under his head and places it on top, muffling a scream as his own mind and especially you liked to play him in circles again and again.

II. HE TREATS YOU SO BAD AND I’M SO GOOD TO YOU, IT’S NOT FAIR

“Okay, enough.” Jake says as he looks away from you and Heeseung’s display of affection. “I’m seriously happy you got back together but I am still third-wheeling here…” he lies gritting his teeth.

To you it looks like he is actually happy for you and just annoyed by your public display of love with Heeseung but in reality? No, in reality he simply can’t stand seeing you act so in love with the boy when just three days ago he insulted you, called you mean words and broke it off. Just for him to come back to you, act all sad, say sorry and you forgive him just like that.

You push Heeseung slightly off you and lean closer to Jake to take his hand in yours, giving it a small squeeze. “I’m sorry, Heeseung just really wanted to come to the drive-in movie and I couldn’t say no..”

Heeseung drags you back into him and puts a hand over your shoulder while the other is sneaking between your thighs. You giggle and slap his hand away while muttering that “Jake is right here”. Jake quickly adverts his eyes, finding the movie on the playing suddenly interesting.

“Oh, it’s getting rather chilly…” you say after a few minutes and look longingly at your boyfriend, hoping for him to get the message and give you his jacket.

“I told you to bring a jacket, dummy.” Heeseung says, rolling his eyes but making no move of giving his jacket to his girlfriend. “How about you go get us some drinks, baby? Maybe if you move a bit you can get warm.”

Jake shakes his head at his words and scoffs. He takes off his jacket and puts it on your shoulders. “Here, Y/N.”

You smile gratefully at Jake, your eyes softening. “ Thank you, Jake. You’re the best.”

“Anytime,” Jake replies, his voice gentle. He glances at Heeseung, his expression hardening. “You should take better care of her, man.”

Heeseung shrugged, not even bothering to spare Jake a look. “She’s fine. She can handle herself.”

Jake clenches his jaw, resisting the urge to say something more. He hates how Heeseung keeps treating you, how he takes you for granted and never caring. He treats you so bad and he’s so good to you — it just wasn’t fair.

During the movie that Jake paid no attention to , he couldn’t help but compare himself to Heeseung. What does Heeseung have that he doesn’t? Is it the hair, the stupid leather jacket he always wears, the bambi eyes, the way he carries himself with such confidence or the way he seems to effortlessly attract attention wherever he goes?

Or maybe you just happen to like the way Heeseung makes you feel after all. The excitement of the chase, the push and pull, the high and low that came with every fight and every word in it, making it hurt but also giving you a rush feeling.

But he knows you. In the long run you don’t actually want all of that. As he steals a glance at the two of you, he feels like he could scream out right now that you could be with him now. He could offer you love, stability. He decides to push off that idea out of his mind as fast as it came. You are happy with Heeseung for now and that’s all that matters.

He feels a hand on his shoulder, a gentle touch that brings him back to the present. He looks up to see you, seeing your soft smile but when he looks into your eyes he sees sadness lingering behind them.

“Hey, we’re going to head out… Heeseung needs to meet up with some friends.” you say quietly to Jake, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jake frowns, feeling frustrated. “You can stay, can’t you? You love this movie!” he exclaims, his voice louder than he intends, hoping that Heeseung can hear the disappointment in his voice.

You purse your lips and shake your head. With a low voice you mutter an apology and start to take his jacket off to return it to him but he stops you.

“Keep it.” Jake tells you offering a smile that doesn’t quite reaches his eyes.

You nod, getting up quickly and follow Heeseung to leave the drive-in movie location. You take one look back to wave goodbye at Jake, seeing him standing there, his eyes locked on you.

Jake watches you leave, the weight of unspoken words heavy on his heart. He waves back, his smile fading as soon as you turn away.

He closes his eyes and looks up at the sky, the cool night air brushing against his skin. The stars twinkle above, indifferent to his inner turmoil. He takes a deep breath, the chilly air filling his lungs, and lets it out slowly, his breath visible in the night air.

In the silence of the drive-in, the sound of distant car engines and the murmur of people leaving fill the background, but Jake is lost in his thoughts. He thinks about all the moments he’s shared with you, the laughter, the tears, and the quiet times where just being near you was enough. He thinks about the way Heeseung treats you, and it makes his chest tighten with frustration and longing.

Jake opens his eyes, the stars still sparkling above, offering no answers, no solace. He knows he can’t keep this to himself much longer. The longer he waits, the more he sees you getting hurt, the more it eats away at him. But he can’t do it. He knows you need to know that someone out there loves you deeply but what if it his feelings would ruin everything for good? For now, all he can do is be there for you, as he always has been. He turns away from the screen, walking slowly to his car. As he gets in and starts the engine, he glances back at the empty space where you had been sitting, the memory of your sad smile etched in his mind.

III. SOMETIMES I’M SO CLOSE TO CONFESSION

Jake sits in his room, the soft glow of his desk lamp casting long shadows across the walls. His mind is a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, his heart heavy with the weight of unspoken words. For weeks now, he’s been wrestling with the idea of confessing his feelings to you, his best friend and the person he cares about most in the world. But every time he tries to gather the courage to tell you how he feels, his fears and insecurities hold him back, trapping him in a cycle of doubt and self-pity.

“Hey, Jake, are you listening?” your voice takes him out of his thoughts. You get up from the bed and go sit on the desk chair next to him.

“No, sorry.” Jake smile sheepishly. “You were saying?” he attempts to play it off.

You roll your eyes. “I was talking about this new book coming up…” you trail off, talking about the upcoming release of your favourite author.

Jake can’t help but let himself watch you. He thinks about the way you smile, the way your soft giggle fills the room and makes his heart skip a beat and the way your eyes light up when you talk about something you’re passionate about just like now.

And as he listens to you talk, he can’t help but feel a sense of longing wash over him, a longing to tell you how he feels, to lay his heart bare and risk it all for the chance at something more.

“Y/N I-“ Jake suddenly interrupts you but his bravery doesn’t last long.

As the moment passes, the words stick in his throat, suffocating him with their weight. He wants to tell you, he really does, but the fear of rejection holds him back, paralyzing him with its grip.

“Yes? Did you want to say something?” you ask him and look up to him just to see him shake his head and motioning for you to continue talking about the book.

And so he sits there, silent and still, watching you with a mixture of adoration and regret, wishing he could find the courage to take the leap and tell you how he feels.

As you continue to talk, oblivious to the turmoil raging within him, Jake can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to hold you in his arms, to kiss you under the stars, to whisper words of love into your ear. But for now, all he can do is watch and wait, hoping that one day, he’ll find the strength to confess his feelings and take a chance on love.

“You will come with me, right?” you say to him suddenly. “To the book release? Heeseung doesn’t want to come, he thinks it’s silly..”

Jake's heart skips a beat at your words, his mind racing with a mixture of excitement and nervousness but also anger towards Heeseung — how could he think your passion, your hobby is something silly and telling you that to your face nonetheless? Jake keeps those thoughts of your boyfriend to himself. However the thought of spending time alone with you again, of being by your side as you indulge in something you love and hanging out just like old times, fills him with a sense of warmth and anticipation.

“Of course, Y/N,” he says, his voice soft.“I’d love to come with you.”

A smile spreads across your face, and Jake feels his heart swell with happiness at the sight. For a moment, everything else fades away, leaving just the two of you, lost in the moment together.

And as you talk excitedly about the upcoming event, Jake can't help but feel a sense of hope stir within him. Maybe this is his chance, his opportunity to finally confess his feelings and take a chance on love. And as he looks into your eyes, he knows that no matter what happens, he'll always be there for you, ready to support you and cherish every moment you share together.

IV. I’M RIGHT HERE, WHEN YOU GONNA REALISE // THAT I’M YOUR CURE?

“Heeseung, what’s gotten into you?” you ask, frustration clear in your tone as you watch him pace around your living room.

Heeseung stops and scoffs. “Are you serious?”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes. Ever since he tagged along to the the drive-in movie hang out between you and Jake and then found out you went with Jake to your book release event he started to act out. He rejects your ideas to go out on a date, he rejects initiating any kind of intimacy to you — even refusing to hold your hand, something he’s never done in your 6 months relationship.

You can’t help but feel confused and hurt by his sudden change in behaviour. He used to be so affectionate even if you had a fight and was always eager to show you off on dates and such but now he seems like a completely different person.

“Seriously, Heeseung. Talk to me, what’s going on?” you press, your voice tinged with worry.

Heeseung looks at you and steps closer. “You’re in love, baby.” he says while putting a strand of your hair behind your ear, smiling softly. “But not with me.”

“What?” you say, your mind racing as you try to process what he just said.

“I think you should give Jake a call.” Heeseung continues, his expression earnest though you can’t help but feel puzzled by his sudden insight. Heeseung chuckles. “C’mon, baby. Did you think I wouldn’t notice? How your eyes always light up when he’s around or how you always talk about him when he’s not and bring him up whenever there’s an opportunity? Or how you always compare what I do with what he does?”

You part your lips slightly, caught off guard by his observations. His words hit you like a bolt of lightning, sparking a flurry of emotions within you.

“But… I…” you stammer, struggling to find the words to express the tumultuous thoughts swirling in your mind.

Heeseung reaches out, gently cupping your face in his hands. “It’s okay, Y/N,” he says softly. “I understand. Hell, I’d fall in love with the guy too if he were to always drop everything and be at my beck and call. How did you not realise everything sooner? I swear, he has been so obvious the past weeks.” he chuckles. “Actually, did you know he had a presentation on the day you went with him to the book release? He talked with his professor to present it earlier so he could come with you.”

Heeseung’s words hit you like a sudden gust of winter wind, cutting through the air with their sharpness and leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable. His observations about Jake’s actions leave you reeling, the realization sinking in like a heavy weight on your chest.

“I… I didn’t know,” you whisper, your voice barely above a whisper as you struggle to process the information. “I didn’t realize he was going out of his way for me…”

Heeseung’s hands drop from your face, his expression softening with understanding. “It’s okay, Y/N,” he says gently, his voice a comforting presence in the midst of the storm raging inside you. “Sometimes, it’s hard to see things clearly when you’re too close to them.”

You nod slowly, feeling a sense of guilt wash over you at the thought of all the times you may have overlooked Jake’s gestures of affection. How could you have been so blind to his feelings, so oblivious to the depth of his love for you?

Heeseung leans in closer and kisses your forehead. It’s a tender, lingering kiss, filled with a mixture of sadness and acceptance. He pulls back, looking into your eyes one last time with a strained smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. The weight of the moment hangs heavy between you, and you can feel the finality in his actions. He turns and walks towards the door.

You watch him leave, your heart aching as he steps out of your apartment. The door closes behind him with a soft click, and you stand there, feeling a profound sense of loss. Part of you wants to run after him, to call him back and somehow make everything right. But you know that some things can’t be fixed with a few words.

You move to the window and peer out, hoping to catch a glimpse of Heeseung, hoping he would turn back and give you one last look. But the street below is empty, and the cold night air feels like a reflection of the unresting feeling inside you.

For the first time after a break-up, you don’t call Jake. You take the night to yourself, the silence of your apartment enveloping you like a cold winter's night. Your mind is a whirlwind of confusion and heartache, the echoes of Heeseung's words lingering like a biting chill.

As you sit alone, wrapped in a blanket on the couch, your thoughts turn to Jake. The realisation that he might have deeper feelings for you sends a shiver down your spine. You’ve always seen him as your rock, your dependable best friend, but now, faced with the possibility that his feelings might run deeper, you feel an icy grip of uncertainty and fear tighten around your heart.

You think about all the moments you’ve shared with Jake, the late-night conversations, the inside jokes, the way he’s always been there for you. How could you have been so blind to his feelings? The thought of potentially hurting him, of disrupting the comfortable dynamic you’ve always shared, fills you with a sense of dread. It’s like stepping out into the harsh winter wind, unsure if you’ll be able to find your way back to the warmth and safety you’ve known.

You wrap the blanket tighter around yourself, seeking comfort in its embrace, but your mind continues to spiral. What if you don’t feel the same way? What if your feelings for Jake are merely a reflection of your gratitude and dependence on his unwavering support? The thought of leading him on, of giving him false hope, sends a pang of guilt through you. The guilt eats at you for not noticing sooner, for being so wrapped up in your own relationships and dramas that you missed the quiet, steady love that Jake might have been offering all along. It’s a chilling thought, realizing how much you might have overlooked in your pursuit of fleeting romances with others.

Your heart and mind feel like a frozen landscape, barren and cold, with no clear path forward. You can’t deny the flutter of something more when you think of Jake, but it’s buried under layers of confusion and fear. You’ve been through so much heartache, and the idea of risking your most cherished friendship for a chance at something more feels like walking on thin ice, fragile and treacherous.

The night wears on, and the cold, empty silence of your apartment presses down on you. You long for the warmth of Jake’s presence, his soothing voice and reassuring words, but you know you can’t run to him this time. You need to sort through your feelings, to understand what’s real and what’s born out of loneliness and a desire for comfort.

As the hours pass, you come to a bittersweet realization. You need to protect Jake from potential heartbreak, to shield him from the uncertainty that’s freezing your heart. You care for him too much to risk his happiness on your unresolved feelings. And so, for the first time, you decide to face this winter storm on your own, hoping that in the process, you’ll find clarity and the strength to either embrace or gently let go of what could be.

Tomorrow, you’ll see him, and maybe the warmth of his smile will melt some of the ice around your heart. But tonight, you wrap yourself tighter in your blanket and let the winter winds of your emotions rage on, knowing that some answers can only be found in the stillness of the cold.

You don’t see him tomorrow. Instead, you chose to run from him, from his feelings and your own. The weight of your confusion and fear makes you retreat further into yourself, wrapping the cold, comforting solitude around you like a protective cloak. You bury yourself in college work, books and anything that can keep your mind occupied. Yet, in the quiet moments — those still, silent spaces between the busyness — your thoughts inevitably drift back to Jake.

The look in Jake’s eyes when he’s with you haunts you. It’s a look filled with warmth and unspoken words. A look that now seems so painfully clear in hindsight. It’s as if he’s always been there, offering you a love as constant and reassuring as the summer sun, yet you were too caught up in the fleeting, cold winter winds of other relationships to notice.

Jake’s feelings for you feel like a warm summer day. They’re gentle and persistent, bringing light and comfort into your life without demanding anything in return. His love is the kind that warms you from the inside out, melting away the icy barriers you’ve built around your heart. But now, the fear of stepping into that warmth, of risking the friendship you hold so dear, keeps you trapped in a winter of your own making.

Meanwhile, Jake is left adrift, confused and hurt by your sudden withdrawal. He tries to seek you out, to understand why you’re avoiding him, but every attempt is met with distance. He feels like he’s chasing shadows, reaching out for something that slips further away with each passing day. He even tried to talk with Heeseung, hoping that the man knows something of why you’re acting this way towards him but much like you, Heeseung avoided him.

As the days turn into a week, the winter storm within you begins to show signs of weakening. The relentless busyness that you’ve thrown yourself into can’t keep the feelings at bay forever. In those quiet moments, when you’re alone with your thoughts, you start to feel the warmth of Jake’s love seeping through the cracks in your icy defenses.

You remember the way he looked at you, the gentle, unspoken promises in his eyes. The realization that you’ve been running from something so genuine, so pure, starts to thaw the fear and confusion that have held you captive. The warmth of Jake’s love begins to melt the ice around your heart, and you start to see things more clearly.

You know you can’t avoid him forever. The thought of hurting Jake, of causing him pain with your indecision, is unbearable. You decide that it’s time to face your feelings, to confront the truth that you’ve been so afraid of. You owe it to Jake, and to yourself, to be honest about what’s in your heart.

With a deep breath, you pick up your phone and send him a message, asking to meet. The anticipation of seeing him again fills you with a mix of dread and hope. You know the conversation ahead will be difficult, but it’s the only way to move forward.

As you wait for his response, you feel a sense of clarity. The journey ahead might be uncertain, but you’re ready to step into the light, to embrace the summer warmth that Jake’s love promises. And maybe, just maybe, you’ll find that the path you’re most afraid of is the one that leads you to the happiness you’ve been searching for.

“Ofcourse. When and where?”

His response is immediate, no hesitation, no hint of the confusion and hurt you know he must be feeling. The simplicity of his words, the readiness to meet despite everything, brings a small, bittersweet smile to your face. You suggest a quiet café near campus, a place you both know well, and set a time for the next afternoon.

The next day, as you make your way to the café, your mind is a whirlwind of emotions. The warmth of the spring sun on your face feels like a promise, a gentle reassurance that everything might just be okay. You take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves, and step inside.

Jake is already there, sitting at a corner table. The sight of him sends a rush of emotions through you — relief, nervousness and a profound sense of familiarity. He looks up as you approach, and his puppy like smile is like a beacon of warmth cutting through your lingering uncertainty.

“Hey,” he says softly, standing up to greet you.

“Hey,” you reply, your voice a little shaky. You both sit down, and for a moment, there’s an awkward silence. Jake’s eyes search your face, and you can see the questions and concern in them.

“I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding you,” you start, your voice barely above a whisper. “I just needed some time to think.”

Jake nods, his expression understanding but guarded. “I’ve been worried about you,” he admits. “I didn’t know what was going on, and I… I missed you.”

His words hit you like a gentle breeze, warm and reassuring, but also filled with a depth of emotion that makes your heart ache. “I missed you too,” you confess. “I needed to figure out some things… about us, about my feelings.”

Jake’s eyes widen slightly, a flicker of hope and fear crossing his face. “Us?Your feelings?” he echoes, his voice tense with anticipation.

You take a deep breath, gathering your courage. “Jake, you’ve always been there for me. You’ve been my rock, my best friend, and… I’ve realized that maybe, I’ve been blind to something that’s been right in front of me all along.”

His eyes are locked onto yours, and you can see the hope growing, the warmth in his gaze like the sun breaking through the clouds after a cold cold winter day. “What do you mean?” he asks softly.

“I mean…” you struggle to find the right words, the right way to express the tumult of emotions inside you. “I think I’ve been so caught up in my own fears and insecurities that I didn’t see what was right in front of me. You’ve always been there, and I’ve come to realize that… that I care about you, Jake. More than just as a friend.”

There, it’s out. You think as you let the words out of your mouth. The words hang in the air between you, a confession that feels both terrifying and liberating. Jake’s expression softens, a mixture of relief and overwhelming emotion flooding his face.

“I’ve cared about you for a long time.. I’m surprised you didn’t notice sooner,” he admits, his voice shaking slightly. “I didn’t know how to tell you without risking what we have. But hearing you say that… it means everything to me.”

You reach across the table, taking his hand in yours. The simple touch feels like a lifeline, grounding you in this moment of vulnerability and honesty. “I’m scared, Jake,” you confess. “I’m scared of losing what we have, but I’m more scared of never knowing what we could be.”

Jake squeezes your hand, his grip warm and reassuring. “We’ll figure it out together,” he promises. “We’ve always been there for each other, and that won’t change. I want to be with you, Y/N. Not just as your friend, but as someone who loves you.”

His words are like the first true warmth of summer, melting away the last of your fears. You smile, a genuine, hopeful smile, and nod. “I want that too, Jake. I want to see where this goes, with you.”

As you sit there, hand in hand, you feel the ice around your heart finally melt away, replaced by the warmth and promise of a new beginning. The journey ahead might be uncertain, but with Jake by your side, you know you’ll face it together, one step at a time.

#— 💭 mars ; written work #i had no idea what i was doing its 2am #enhypen jake fic #jake x reader #jake sim x reader #sim jaeyun x reader #enha x reader #enha angst #enha fluff #enha imagines #enhypen imagines #jake imagines

514 notes · View notes

sweetfushi · 5 months ago

Note

hihihihi i hope ur having a very good day and that this request is even understandable and grammatically correct!!!!!! this thought has been plaguing my mind sososos much but i reallyreallylyly want just a short drabble or anything w jjk (any character u find that fits best idm) of them like drawing a bath n washing your hair after a long day or smth smth (nooooottttttt in a suggestive way plsplsplspls)

okay thats it >3< !!!! im praying this doesnt come off as pushy T_T

PAMPERING YOU AFTER A LONG DAY

fluff | satoru gojo, toji fushiguro, kento nanami x reader, stress, frustration, running you a bath, washing you, no suggestiveness just pure fluff and comfort <3 | word count. 1.7k ◦ notes. hihihihi nonnie!! don't worry your grammar is fine and you didn't come off as pushy at all, i hope you enjoy mwah

SATORU GOJO.

Satoru can tell something is up when you toss your decently-expensive blazer haphazardly on your desk, showing little care when it inevitably slips and falls on the ground. He doesn’t need you to tell him, he picks it up in an instant and throws it on the back of your office chair.

“I would ask how work went but you don’t look like you’re in the mood to answer questions,” he huffs, somewhat amused. “Don’t worry, I’m pretty sure today was a universally terrible day at work. Everyone on the street looked miserable as hell,” he assures you through the kiss he places to the top of your head.

“Oh I’m sure,” you mumble, recalling the frustration you experienced facing your arrogant supervisor. “Sorry, that tone wasn’t aimed at you.”

“I didn’t think it was, dove, but thank you for the reassurance,” he laughs softly, the breathy sound evidence of his own exhaustion.

Satoru starts to head out of your office to let you settle down, but pauses in the doorway. You barely pay him any mind other than a small smile as you pull your laptop out of your bag and place it on your desk, and mutter incoherently about how disgusting the five empty snack wrappers in your bag are. He continues to watch as you let down your hair from its bun toss your hair tie beside your laptop.

“Come to the bathroom in ten. Vanilla or floral?”

You squint. “What?”

“Scent. Pick.”

“Why are you talking in half-sentences? And vanilla.”

“Why aren’t you used to it? And alright,” he retorts with a long finger pointing at you, before narrowly dodging the pen you throw at him by rushing out the doorway and seeking refuge in the bathroom.

The bathroom that, ten minutes later, you find yourself being pampered in. Satoru is sat on a stool beside the bathtub as you soak in the water, stretching your legs and fluttering your lashes at the therapy the hot water provides to your aching muscles. Speaking of, you don’t have to strain a single one as Satoru doesn’t let you lift a finger. He’s massaging your shampoo into your hair, gently scratching your scalp and inhaling the sweet scent of vanilla.

The water reaches your chest and provides the perfect height for you to make shapes with the bubbles and bring them close to your face to inspect before blowing away. He watches as you repeat this process with multiple shapes, some more recognisable than others, and feels himself desiring to kiss you.

“Do you think–,” the moment you turn your head to ask, Satoru’s lips meet yours quickly yet so dreamily and so gently. You practically whine into the kiss, both because he cut you off and because you’re caught off guard by how intimate the moment suddenly becomes.

So much so that you’re left panting by the time he pulls away and flashes you a faux innocent smile, to which you glare at him and tense up like a cat when he starts rinsing the shampoo out your hair. After he applies a mask in your hair and clips it up, Satoru struggles to maintain a healthy heart rate when you rest your arms on his knees and your head on them, eyes lowering with the appearance of tiredness.

“I can’t wash you like this, baby.”

“Just for a bit.”

A minute goes by. “How long is a bit?” He finally asks.

“A lot.”

TOJI FUSHIGURO.

“I can finally show you what I’ve been workin’ on,” Toji smirks, taking your hand in his after you manage to shove your shoes off by the door. He’s been working on the spare room you had for a month now and would refuse to let you even peek any time you asked. You assumed that your husband had finally resorted to illegal money-making tactics to fund your lifestyle, but he was (suspiciously) quick to shut that idea down.

When he did need help continuing the project, he had called in a few men you weren’t familiar with to assist. You’d complain about the random men in your house, to which he’d pull you in for a kiss on your temple and insist that it’s worth it.

He unlocks the door to the room and rushes behind you to cover your eyes. “Is this necessary? You’ve already made me wait a month.”

“A few seconds more can’t hurt,” he retorts with a snicker at your enthusiasm. He uses his elbow to push the door open and only when he guides you to step into the room and close the door behind you does he lower his hands from your eyes. “Surprise.”

Surprise was an understatement. Toji had renovated the room to almost appear bigger and function as a spa, with extensive windows along the top of the walls that are big enough to let fresh air in but small enough to not actually show the interior of the room from the outside. A massage table stood in the middle of the room with two tables at either side of it, both neatly organised with numerous body oils, lotions and Vogue magazines.

“If you don’t say something in the next second I’m gonna assume you’re plotting to kill me.”

“I love it.”

“Thank God.”

You giggle at his exaggerated exhale and turn to tackle him in your embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to your height for your own comfort. Toji smiles into your neck, resting his hands on your lower back and letting himself inhale your scent and delightful aura.

“Now,” you start as you break away from the hug, “I believe I’m in need of a masseur.”

Toji - or your masseur - is quick to have you strip down and lay you on your stomach with a white towel over your backside. He laughs at your heavy sigh and the way your head flops down onto the table, simply letting him work one of the oils on your skin and tense muscles. Every so often, when he feels you drifting off to sleep, he’ll bend down and place a kiss on your hairline, sometimes hearing you mumble in response.

His fingers are calloused enough to draw you out of your slumber after a minute or so, but you don’t complain since they’re the same fingers that ward you into that sleep initially. You don’t talk at all aside from a few incoherent murmurs, ones that even when Toji responds with “hm?” to, you don’t repeat or say any clearer. He has to contain the soft, breathy laugh that threatens to escape at your dazed, drowsy state - he doesn’t want to disrupt your peace.

“You good, mama?” Toji asks breathily, slowing his movements momentarily.

You groan in response. “You better keep those hands moving, boy.”

“Yes ma’am.”

You can hear the grin in his voice but can’t find the strength to glare at him for it let alone lift your head to do so.

KENTO NANAMI.

The first thing you notice when you walk through the front door is the delivery bag by the bin. You wonder why it’s not in the bin, but also why it’s here in the first place. You’re certain you have leftovers that are enough to feed you two for the evening. However with closer inspection of the bag, you realise it to be of a bakery that is very much raved about, both at work and on social media.

I’ll be damned if I let this man finish these sweets without me.

“Kento! I’m home!” You call out, expecting a prompt response from the kitchen or living room. Instead, you hear some shifting and clanging upstairs, likely in the bathroom, and hang your jacket up before trotting up the stairs. “Are you okay? What was that sound?”

“Ah, I’m fine, sweetheart. I didn’t anticipate making this much noise, though,” he replies sheepishly just as you push the bathroom door open. Once you do, the aroma of something you can’t quite place your finger on caresses your senses, making you shut your eyes to fully indulge in it. Nanami chuckles at your rapidly relaxed demeanour and dries his hands off before coming over to embrace you.

“Hi,” you smile into the crook of his neck.

“Hi,” he reciprocates, sighing contently at the feeling of your hands roaming the expanse of his back. He shifts you in his arms so that his left is swung over your shoulders, while the other motions towards the relaxation project that is your bathroom. As you let yourself admire the filled bathtub, lit candles and rose petals decorating both the water and some of the floor, you’re reminded of the sweets.

“Do I also get a cake?” You stare up at him pointedly.

Nanami recalls the delivery he made and rubs your left shoulder. “Also isn’t the right word here, I swear I haven’t had any yet,” he laughs breathily, letting you strip while he positions the small tray table on the edges of the bathtub. When you’re finally relieved of your clothes, you practically squeal at the sight of numerous cakes, brownies and fruits decorating the wooden tray, barely giving Nanami enough time to stand before you’re crawling into the tub and snuggling under the warm water.

“Now I know you washed your hair yesterday,” he says as you start to feel his hands gather your hair and clip it up, “which is why I want this to be focused on easing your stress. Both physical and mental forms.”

You’re practically gaping at the rate at which he’s making your heart race from simply his words and gestures. Reluctantly you are to admit that perhaps Nanami deserves to have some of your sweets. Realistically, it would be days before you’d finish them all. “Come here and give me a kiss, you,” is all you respond with, to which Nanami complies eagerly and results in him groaning under the soft feeling of your hands rubbing the back of his neck.

Your hand trails up to scratch his scalp and he shivers in delight, allowing his hand to grasp your jaw gently but with enough grip to make you shiver and smile into the kiss. The kiss that inevitably ends because you need to breathe and let Nanami tend to you.

When he reaches for your body wash, you grab his arm and insist that you eat first. You need some sugar in your system before you crash from sheer relaxation under your husband’s attention.

“Feed me, husband.”

He smiles and shakes his head. “As you wish, my wife.”

sweetfushi �� do not modify, repost, translate, copy or use my post. all that is included in this post, aside from the photos, fictional characters and universes, belong to sweetfushi (zee).

305 notes · View notes

makochi-furin · 4 months ago

Note

Hii hii! I hope your doing okay today or tonight, I was wondering if you could write something for dazai (idm if it’s scenario, hc or mix of it and if you add another character you really want to write about).

The request basically is; a reader who finally told Dazai about their past abuser, how they got away with no consequences (who reader mentioned seeing sometimes in the city) and later said abuser goes to the agency on behalf their company to investigate missing items.

Stuff like this is really comforting for me so thank you if you do it :D I hope I put in enough detail for you to work with.

DAZAI AND CONSEQUENCES

A/N: baby, I’m so sorry, but this is long asf and I got a lil carried away💀 I’m also sorry it took a bit to get out. I work in a nursery, so I work 12 hours shifts, and this got to me slam in the middle of my first one (out of three in a row). If this isn’t what you wanted, you can send me in another ask :) But I hope you like it

WARNING(s): reader was in a physically abusive relationship in the past, mentions of PTSD, canon-typical violence, mentions of panic attacks, pissed off dazai, reader is a girl

—I'm gonna assume this is like a pt. 2 of this writing, but it can stand alone, too :)

—We all know Dazai is megamind over here. He sees EVERYTHING. Nothing goes unnoticed by him (which you probably find a little annoying, tbh, but oh, well). It's especially annoying when he knows things about you that you don't necessarily want him to know

—HOWEVER, if it's something that you physically and emotionally feel like you cannot talk about, like it brings you distress and discomfort, he's very unlikely to push you about it. Let's be honest, this man's probably never even told you the name of his parents. You don't even know if Dazai Osamu IS his real name, so he knows he hasn't got room to talk

—I feel like if Dazai noticed something about your mannerisms, or the way you act that very obviously speaks to past trauma, he'd ask you about it, like in my previous writing. If you're unable or unwilling to talk about it, he drops it. He SO desperately wants to know, but he cares for you too much to put you in any sort of emotional distress by pushing it

—When you do decide to open up to him, he's all ears. He knows how hard it is to speak about the shadows of your past, and he honestly is just so flattered that you trust him (he can't believe it, lmao. Like, three people in his life truly trust him) enough to tell him about it

—You were sitting on the edge of the bathtub in Osamu's apartment, absently watching him comb through his wet hair. The two of you had showered together, and you couldn't help but notice over the months of your relationship how much he had changed.

Osamu was flighty at first, and very distrustful. He wasn't a fan of placing himself in vulnerable positions. Not just to you, but to anyone. Yet, when you'd gently brought up his lack of self care, and how it made you sad to see the person you loved think so little of themselves, a change happened.

You helped, of course. At first, you reminded him to brush his teeth when he forgot, and then you began combing his hair. You'd point out when it was time to change his bandages, and call him to bed at an acceptable time because you knew he'd just stay up until the early hours of the morning (if he slept at all). Together, you two had even begun cooking meals, and he'd started to fill out a little bit.

Now, he made sure to do all of those things, even if you didn't remind him/cook with him, because he felt better, yes, but also because he could see how happy it made you.

He was still suffering from chronic depression, of course. You knew you couldn't fix that, and were thinking about gently bringing up a therapist to him, but he had gotten so much better. Even his coworkers noticed it.

Osamu dragged a comb through his brown waves, eyes narrowed as he focused intently on it. It meant so much to you. How could he not focus on it?

You knew it, too. He would've never made these changes for himself, but he had begun to trust that you had his best interest at heart. A few weeks ago, he'd even opened up about some of his own traumas surrounding Mori and the Port Mafia, about his best friend, Oda Sakunosuke.

Osamu trusted you.

That was why it felt so wrong to keep your own past from him, because he was finally starting to open up. You feared if you didn't return the favor, he'd wilt again. More so, you'd recently been catching yourself let parts of the story slip. Subconsciously, you wanted so badly to tell him.

"What are you thinking so hard about?" He asked lightly, brown eyes sparkling with so much affection that it had your breath catching. Osamu was watching you from the mirror.

You blinked, realizing you'd been out of it for a moment, lost in thought. In your lap, you fiddled with your fingers. Part of you wanted to shut down as your heart plummeted at the thought of reliving the worst of it...

But the way he looked at you, like you hung the sun and the stars, like he felt such fondness for you that 'I love you' simply didn't cut it...

It was time to tell him.

"Can... Can we talk?" you asked, surprised by the softness of your voice. It was almost ashamed, but you knew you shouldn't feel shame for what had happened to you.

Only, you were so scared he'd feel ashamed of you.

Osamu was a great aim, and he was smart as a whip, and he was oddly strong for his thin figure. He'd never let himself stay in the sort of situation you did. He'd fight back.

You felt so small.

He turned to look at you, leaning back on the bathroom counter. His eyes were gentle and knowing, and you couldn't tell if you were upset that he already knew what this was about, or relieved. "Of course," he said with a little smile, squatting down in front of you and taking your hands in his. "What about?"

You gulped, knowing there was no turning back now. If you told him this, you'd be trusting him with probably the worst part of your life. Even imagining it, the past with him, made you sick to your stomach.

You knew you'd backtrack if you didn't just rip it off like a bandaid.

"I overreact to things sometimes," you whispered, and he squeezed your hands. "I'm sure you've noticed it."

"I wouldn't use the word 'overreact.'"

You chewed on your lips nervously, staring into his eyes. Thankfully, all you saw there was understanding, but it was still so hard. "My ex beat me. For years... Anytime I did... anything, pretty much. It was bad." Your voice cracked as you continued, tears welling in your eyes. "I couldn't see my family... I ended up in the ER a few times. He broke me, Osamu. He had me convinced I'd never trust another man."

You waited with baited breath for his reaction, trying to hold in the tears. Your eyes stung and your breathing was speeding up into gasps, because you hadn't even told your family or closest friends the full extent of it.

Osamu looked oddly calm, but at the sight of your fallen tears, he got up to sit beside you. Wrapping an arm around your shoulders, he pulled you in close, flush against him, and kissed your temple. "Breathe, baby. It's all right now," he whispered, squeezing you close.

You couldn't stop it now, though. What had been building up since you left your ex was being released right here, right now. There was no turning back. Hot tears rolled down your cheeks and clouded your eyesight. Subconsciously, you grabbed his shirt in a tight grip and squeezed until your hand ached.

"He beat the shit out of me, and nothing ever happened," you continued, the anguish in your voice now laced by anger. "He broke my collarbone... my jaw—my ribs and my wrist. He made me feel like an ant, like I was so small, and I still feel that way now, and even after I left him... I'm still suffering, but he gets to go about his life like it was nothing. I couldn't even go to the police—he said he'd kill me," you got out through gasps, squeezing your eyes closed as your vision had started to darken at the edges, anyways.

Osamu's eyes flashed with something you didn't recognize, but all he knew to do was pull you in tighter. He placed a hand on your head and pulled you into his chest, and you certainly weren't trying to resist.

"It's not fair," you added, knowing how childish you sounded. Nothing was ever fair. Here you were, saying all this to a man who had probably done much worse than just break people's bones, complaining about fairness.

You weren't a child. You knew life wasn't fair, but that didn't mean it didn't fucking suck that it wasn't.

"Sometimes, I still see him, you know... In town, I—" You had to stop, otherwise you'd make it worse for yourself.

He held you close, rubbing your back and gently scratching your scalp as he whispered for you to breathe. Osamu knew you were about to land neck deep into a panic attack.

Eventually, he did get you calmed down. He got you to bed, made you a mug of hot chocolate, and read to you for about thirty minutes before you were able to catch your breath, his smooth voice calming you better than any benzo could.

In the end, you two lied down together, your back pressed to his front. The bandaged arm that was wrapped around your waist felt like a safety blanket. You were sure you'd be embarrassed about your outburst tomorrow, but for right now, you simply soaked up the feeling of him wrapped around you so snugly.

"You're not small," he whispered to you, and that was the last thing you remembered before passing out.

—Dazai doesn't seem different to you afterwards, in that he doesn't act differently towards you. You were worried at first that he'd see you differently, that he'd see you as being as weak as you saw yourself, but it was the furthest thing from. He respects the hell out of people who can go through such terrible things, and yet come out so kind, so good

—While he doesn't seem different, inwardly you can bet he's raging. Dazai is PISSED OFF, more than he's been in years. He's made great progress, but let's not forget that Dazai can be a cruel mf. He's got a darkness in him that he doesn't want you to see, but it is definitely there

—He doesn't press you for anymore details, but he can't help himself. He digs. He uses his brilliance to find out who the guy is, who his name is, and any time he feels even a slight bit of guilt at digging into your past life without your knowledge, he reminds himself of the injuries you listed.

—You thought he'd forget the things you admitted during your confession? PLEASE. He needs to know everything about this fucking piece of work. If he has a photo, he might even text it to Chuuya, along with a message "wanted alive," and you best bet Chuuya takes it seriously (even if he hates Dazai, lmao) because just by LOOKING at the photo of this guy, everyone can tell he's an asshole. And you still see this mf sometimes? Man is RAGING

—Dazai stands on business, because seeing you so torn up about it physically hurts him. It makes his heart ache every time he remembers you in that state. He can't fucking stand it, and he has to do something about it

—Your words about it being unfair haunt him in his nightmares. You're right to a degree: the world isn't fair. However, Dazai knows that if it takes him a million years, he's gonna make this shit fair

—Then, what do you know, one day he's at the office and Atsushi comes strolling in with a Manila folder and the piece of shit, himself. There he is, practically served to Dazai on a silver platter

—"This is Tanaka Jiro," Atsushi chirped, missing the way Dazai's eyes widened when he saw the new client. "He's here on behalf of the engineering company that got broken into last night."

Dazai sat up in his chair, staring right at the man who had the gall to make you feel small and weak. His eyes darkened, and then he slowly smiled. It wasn't happy or gentle, or even playful and teasing.

He smiled like Mori smiled.

In that moment, if his coat was black instead of tan, he'd look the picture of his younger, crueler self. He supposed that part of him never went away, always there just at the edge of his subconscious.

He promised Odasaku that he'd push it away, that he'd do good. However, he felt that even Odasaku, his kind friend, would understand the necessity of it now.

Immediately, he jumped out of his chair and made his way over. His hand landed on Atsushi's hair, giving it a playful ruffle. As he looked at him, his eyes softened. "Maa, Atsushi-kun. You work too hard, you know. I'll take this case for you."

Atsushi stared at him with obvious shock, eyes wide and jaw on the floor, because Dazai never, ever volunteered to work. If anything, he complained about it like a child.

"D-Dazai-san?" he breathed, in disbelief. It looked like he thought someone had killed the real Dazai, and was now acting in his place.

"Ah, ah," Dazai chirped, shoving Atsushi away. "Go do normal teenager things. Flirt, make friends," his voice trailed off as his gaze slid to Tanaka, your ex, and the smirk lifted his lips once more, eyes flashing dangerously, "all of that."

"O-Okay," Atsushi mumbled, still in shock. He recovered quickly, smiling brightly at Tanaka. "Dazai-san is a very good detective, Tanaka-san. You're in good hands!" he promised.

Tanaka smiled back, and seeing the bastard have the audacity to smile had Dazai seething internally.

Maybe, he'd take all his teeth, so that he could never smile again.

"Thank you for your help, Nakajima-kun," Tanaka said, nodding.

As Atsushi walked off, Dazai tilted his head to the side, his plan already formed. "Follow me to answer some questions, and then I'll begin investigating right away."

—For Dazai's plan to pay off, he needs to figure out who broke into the company. It wasn't a planned event, and he quickly figured out the guy who did it probably had no connection to the company (probably just a low down thief looking for some quick cash), which made it more difficult. It was the sort of not-really-a-big-deal crime that the agency would usually put on the back burner (the only reason it even came to them was because the thief was figured to be gifted), but Dazai worked tirelessly at it

—He interviewed people, looked over documents from dusk to dawn, and just generally put in a hell of a lot more effort for this than he usually would for some petty theft

—You probably even notice how hard he's working. There are bags under his eyes and he's back to not taking very good care of himself, but when you ask about it (obviously worried), he just smiles gently, kisses you, and assures you that he'll have this case figured out in no time. He doesn't want you anywhere near this

—When he does find the criminal, their interaction goes something like this:

"I know you did it. Give me the shit you stole, and I'll let you off."

"Bet."

—He has this part meticulously planned out. While your ex is in work one day, Dazai plants the stolen items in his car, and then calls the company security

—He watches with glee as he's dragged from the building, kicking and screaming like an enraged toddler, and fired on the spot. Your ex's livelihood? Gone. Phase one? Completed

—Dazai sat at his desk with a satisfied smile, chin resting in the palm of his hand as he counted down in his head. Everyone else is entrenched in their own workloads, barely even noticing the malicious sparkle in Dazai's eyes.

Soon enough, the door bursted open, and your ex came running in. His eyes were rimmed red, like he'd been crying, and he was flushed all over from rage. "What the fuck did you do?!" he demanded, pointing at Dazai.

"What do you mean?" he asked innocently, standing and walking over with the same smile.

Everyone else stopped what they were doing, watching the scene with widened, or curious eyes. This sort of thing didn't happen much at the ADA.

"You know what the fuck I mean, you piece of shit!" Tanaka screamed in his face, and it only made Dazai's smile widen. When he saw this, he hissed, "I think we should take this outside."

"Hold on," demanded Atsushi, immediately standing from his desk, along with Kyouka and Kenji.

Dazai didn't even look at them, staring into Tanaka's eyes, as he held up his hand to stop them in their tracks. The smile melted off his face, replaced by a cold glare and lips pressed into a line. "I'm fine," he assured them, light tone not at all matching his expression.

"But—Dazai-san," Atsushi mumbled, eyes flickering between Dazai and Tanaka.

"You guys are so dramatic," Ranpo said with a roll of his eyes, absently watching the scene from his desk, which his feet were propped up on. "Dazai-kun said it's fine."

Dazai tilted his head mockingly at Tanaka. "Are we going outside?"

That, they did. Tanaka stomped down the stairs and through the cafe, out onto the crowded streets of Yokohama.

Dazai followed, of course, even as Tanaka led him towards a darkened alleyway, obstructed from the view of the general public. Inwardly, he thought that this guy was making it way too easy. He was an idiot.

Tanaka stared at the dead end wall for a minute, and then let out a cry of rage, turned on his heel, and began running at Dazai with his arm pulled back and his hand clenched into a fist.

Nonplussed, Dazai side stepped it, loving every minute of the surprise on Tanaka's face. "What? Did you think fighting someone your own size would be as easy as beating on a girl?"

That had Tanaka freezing immediately. "What the fuck are you talking about?" he growled out, and Dazai almost laughed at his attempt to be menacing and scary.

Right on time, a black SUV pulled up. He might not be in the mafia anymore, but Dazai had plenty of contacts from it. When masked men jumped out of the vehicle, surrounding Tanaka, Dazai smirked at the look of pure terror on his face.

"Don't play dumb. You aren't handsome enough to pull it off," he said lightly, and then laughed as Tanaka tried to call for help.

He was knocked out before he could.

When he awoke, eyes all bleary and with a searing headache, he was in a big, dark warehouse. It was old and beaten, with leaking pipes and creaky doors. He was sitting in a chair, hands cuffed together behind him.

Tanaka screamed.

Dazai walked in front of him casually, hands tucked into his pockets. "Scream all you like. No one will hear you," he said.

"Why are you doing this?! Who even are you, man?!" Tanaka cried, the tears falling down his cheeks. He looked so pathetic.

Dazai loved every second of it.

He hummed, walking forward until he was right in front of the bastard, footsteps echoing around the wide open space. Grabbing a fist full of Tanaka's hair, Dazai yanked his head back, so he'd be looking up at him, so he could see the icy glare, the hate.

"You hurt someone I'm very fond," Dazai said softly, tilting his head. "You hurt someone I love... And ever since she told me, I've been thinking of ways to make it fair for her. It's all I've thought about.

"She's not like you and me, you know. She's kind. She's sweet. She's good. You," Dazai scoffed, "you're pathetic. A man who has to beat defenseless women to feel good about himself is no man." When he leaned in close, so his lips were inching his ear, Tanaka whimpered. "And me? I'm the worst of the worst."

Now, all Tanaka could do was cry and plead, but Dazai wasn't having any of it. He let go of Tanaka's hair, letting his head fall limply, enjoying the sounds of his uttered prayer. "No god can save you from me," he told him in a pleasant voice, taking a few steps back.

Dazai crossed his arms and hummed thoughtfully, making a show of it. "I thought I could just kill you, but that's not really fair, is it? She has to live with what you did to her, and I think the fairest thing would be if you have to live with what I do to you."

"You're fucking psychotic," Tanaka whispered.

"Ah," Dazai agreed easily. "I've always been more of a proponent of revenge, rather than justice. See, she probably just wishes you'd have gone to jail." His casual tone melted into something deeper and smoother, deadlier. "Whereas I'm more of an eye-for-an-eye kind of guy, so..." He pursed his lips in faux thought, looking up at the ceiling. "What was it she said?"

Tanaka stared at him in horror, especially when Dazai stared him straight in the eye and smiled.

"Right. Broken jaw, collarbone, ribs, and wrist!" He said, snapping as if he'd just remembered it, as if your broken confession hadn't been causing him physical pain this whole time. "I have plenty of history with breaking jaws, so I guess we'll start there. What do you say?" he asked brightly.

Tanaka screamed again, the sound becoming a cry of raw terror as Dazai began walking towards him.

An hour later, Tanaka still sat in his chair, still handcuffed, but he was bloody and bruised. Every injury he inflicted on you, Dazai returned tenfold. He was delirious with pain, and in and out of consciousness.

Dazai grunted when he looked down at his hands, seeing the blood that absolutely coated his knuckles and bandages. He'd have to clean that up before coming home to you.

"You up?" he asked, walking closer.

When Tanaka immediately flinched back, Dazai hummed with satisfaction.

"I won't kill you," he said, as if he was doing Tanaka some great favor. "You're going to go about your pathetic, little life with no job, and every time you look at yourself, you'll remember this pain. You'll finally feel at least a fraction of what she did."

Tanaka just whimpered. It was hard to speak with a shattered jaw.

Dazai smiled at the sound, crouching down in front of him to force Tanaka to look him in the face, in the eyes. "The men who kidnapped you are going to drop you off at a hospital. They'll ask what happened, and you'll be tempted to tell them. So," his tone lowered into a hiss, breaking the somewhat casual facade now that Tanaka had physically felt his anger. There was no point hiding it now. "I'll tell you the same thing you told her at her lowest point, that defenseless girl who didn't stand a chance against a piece of shit like you: tell the cops, and I'll kill you."

Dazai stood, jaw clenched. "And I'll be watching you from now. Step a toe out of line, hurt anyone else, and I'll bring you right back here. Only, that time, I'll probably just go ahead and do the whole world a favor, and shoot you in the head.

"I bet no one would miss you at all, because that's how small you are."

With that, he walked away.

—I know that was pretty brutal, but to be honest, y'all, Dazai was a whole ass executive in the PM (the 'demon prodigy'). He tries to hold it back in the ADA (per his promise to Oda and his care for the others), but let's not kid ourselves. The guy does have the capacity to do some really evil shit, and I think if he'd do it for anyone, it'd be you

—It just pisses him off so much to feel helpless, especially when it comes to you. He couldn't save you, then, but he can damn well set the record straight. In his head, he had to do something. At the very least, he had to stop this guy from doing it again

—You were eating dinner with him that night, and hadn't really noticed anything out of the ordinary. Both of you were just sitting at the counter, digging into some instant ramen, and you probably wouldn't have noticed if you didn't pay such close attention to him.

There was a speck of blood on the collar of his coat.

"Hey, what happened?" you asked, concern pinching together your brows. Worried eyes scanned him over, looking for any sign of injury. You found none, though.

"It's not mine," Osamu answered, and then took a bite of his food, looking pointedly away from you.

You pursed your lips, tapping his wrist. "We don't lie to each other, O-sa-mu."

He couldn't help but smile a little at your tone. His eyes finally met your's, and he tapped your wrist back. "It's not a lie. It's-not-mine."

"It's a lie by omission if you don't tell me what happened."

You were terribly confused when his eyes softened, and then he gently pressed his hand to the back of your head, bringing you closer until your foreheads were touching. "What's wrong?" you mumbled.

"I can't tell you everything," he admitted slowly, eyes shut. He looked so peaceful, like he was where he was meant to me. Honestly, when Osamu was all soft like this, it took your breath away.

"Then tell me part of it," you breathed, reaching up to cup your hand around his neck. "Did something happen?"

He stayed quiet for a long time, though you didn't know how long. It was like he was contemplating something serious, and that both confused and worried you.

When he finally did speak, it felt like time froze. Everything froze.

"I made it fair. He won't ever hurt anyone else again. I made sure of it."

The words were a whispered promise, and you automatically knew what he was talking about, of course. He was mysterious, and he had been distrustful at first, and you knew he had once been in the mafia, but he was also the person you trusted the most in the world.

Osamu always went above and beyond for you, and you didn't feel as safe anywhere as you did with him.

You believed him wholeheartedly, and found that this admission was enough. You didn't need to know the details, and probably wouldn't want to.

The relief you felt was enough.

"Thank you, Osamu."

—Look, he's so bby girl with you, but he don't play when it comes to your abusive ex💀

—Just... just honestly don't fuck with the people this guy loves, okay? He's gd diabolical, and he can be so cruel to those that hurt who he cares about, so... Just watch it if you're tryna show out to his girl, okay, lmao

#dazai osamu x reader #osamu dazai x reader #dazai x reader #dazai osamu x you #osamu dazai x you #dazai x you #bungou stray dogs #dazai osamu #makochi’s hc/scenario mix

132 notes · View notes

abbyromanoff · 8 months ago

Note

Hi! could i request a one shot (or whatever) of nebula (gotg) it can be fluff or smut idm!! tysm!:)

IS THAT A YES?

PAIRINGS: Nebula x reader

WORD COUNT: 995

WARNINGS: angst, Nebula being insecure, fluff overall tbh, think that’s abt it :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

You yawned as you walked down the halls to your headquarters, your head throbbing slightly as you made a mental note to take some painkillers soon. You were more than ready to rest by now considering your long day of training with Star Lord and Rocket, along with their constant bickering and nitpicking between one another. You swore you were like a mother at this point, and none of them could deny it.

You stopped when you spotted Mantis appearing her head into Nebula’s room, causing your eyebrows to raise in suspicion. You stepped closer with each step holding less sound than the one before and suddenly placed your hands on her shoulders, causing her to jump before nearly colliding her hand with your cheek.

“Relax, Mantis, I was only scarin’ you.” She shushed you with a finger to your lips, and you squinted your eyes at her action. She rolled her own and continued to listen in on the conversation that was mumbled but just barely heard.

“What is going on-“

“Shh! Gamora and Nebula are talking.” She whispered, and her antennas began to light up as the two went on.

“And you’re eavesdropping, why?” You couldn’t deny your peaked interest now that Mantis had brought it up.

“I’m not eavesdropping…I just- I felt something and I was interested.”

“Right, so, eavesdropping. Got it.” You were about to walk away and continue on with your night until you got clear of your name. You stepped backwards into your original position and came closer to the door where a small crack was left, you were surprised you two haven’t been heard.

“It’s not that difficult, Nebula, if you like them just tell them that.”

“That is easy for you to say, look at you,” You bit the inside of your cheek as you heard the girl's voice lowly speak. “You are much prettier than I am. Besides, how am I to know if they are interested in, well, people like me?” You felt a small tug at your heart as you heard the sadness in her tone, and you wanted to simply rush in and hug her tightly like she deserved.

“Listen, you like Y/N, correct?” You heard Gamora stand from the bed. Your eyes widened as you heard the secret revealed and a small blush began creeping upon your cheeks.

“Of course I do.”

“Then you need to do something about it. You’re not going to get everything you want by doing nothing, you need to work for the things you want. You’re gorgeous, and I’m sure they know the same thing, so don’t convince yourself otherwise just because you’re afraid.” She spoke, giving herself a moment before stepping towards the door unbeknownst to you. She opened it and raised her brows when seeing the two of you standing there, causing Mantis to freeze before running off while you stood still. She closed it behind her, giving you a knowing look and gesturing towards the door before going in the same direction that your friend had.

“Wait, Gamora,” Before you could finish your sentence, the door opened once more, only this time a different person was behind it. Her eyes widened just enough for you to notice and you gulped as you placed your arms across your chest nervously.

“Hey, uhm…what’s up?” She didn’t respond, instead returning to her previous spot in her room while you followed her slowly.

“So, how’s your day going?” You never once saw her nervously place her hands together but for the first time, you did. You felt horrible for following Mantis’s actions now considering the impact it had.

“Nebula, can you answer me? Please?”

“You were eavesdropping on me and Gamora.”

“I- well, not exactly eavesdropping,” You rebutted your previous claim, causing her to turn and face you now and you could see her face in full beauty, it elicited a smile across your face.

“You were listening in on my personal conversation, that is eavesdropping, Y/N.”

“Okay, fine, I was eavesdropping, but Mantis started it! Besides, that’s not the point. I think you know what I’m going to say, Nebula.” You bit your lip anxiously and took a stride forward, now unable to meet eye contact with the woman at hand.

“You know, I like you too. Like, a lot, actually.” She raised her head quickly, her arms falling at her side and her emotions seemingly unreadable.

“You’re being serious?” A breathy laugh was let through as you nodded.

“Yes, I’m being serious. I’ve liked you for a while, probably since I first laid my eyes on you.” She suddenly stalked towards the near empty desk in her room and grabbed the singular item. She toyed with the tulip before thrusting it forward and into your chest as you questioned her with an eyebrow.

“I heard you talking with Drax about how much you missed some Earthly items, so when we landed and I spotted this flower I thought of you instantly. I don’t know how long it will last, but hopefully long.” A smile cracked at her lips as she spotted yours arising again.

“Nebula, that- that’s so sweet of you. I…thank you!” You hugged her tightly, your face resting on her neck while your arms wrapped around her shoulders.

“Oh, uh, sorry.” You spoke as you realized the closeness shared between you two, and you tried leaning back until you felt her hands on your lower back pulling you in slowly.

“I thought you didn’t like people touching you?”

“I don’t, but you’re not the same as anyone else.” A moment passed by with the two of you only standing so close to one another that your personal space had forfeited into nonexistence.

“Will you go on a date with me, Y/N?”

“Where?”

“I do not exactly know, maybe in here, maybe in your room. I do not mind, I just want to be with you.”

“I would want nothing more.”

#nebula #nebula x reader #nebula fluff #nebula angst #nebula comfort #nebula marvel #nebula gotg

175 notes · View notes

illdowhatiwantthanks · 3 months ago

Note

i am so desperate for rosa diaz x reader idm what the plot is i will read ANYTHING

/lh

Hey, lh! �� Sorry it's taken me like a million years to get to your request, but I hope you enjoy! –illdowhatiwantthanks

Passenger Princess

Rosa Diaz x fem!reader Warnings: explicit language, motorcycle riding (let me know if I've missed anything) Word count: 1.5k

Summary: You've always been too scared to ride Rosa's motorcycle with her, but for her birthday? You just might make yourself be brave.

Rosa turned your head this way and that, making sure the helmet fit you correctly.

“How do I look?” you asked her.

“Like a bobblehead,” she responded, straddling her motorcycle. “Come on, we don’t have all day.”

“We quite literally have all day,” you grumbled.

You gingerly approached the bike. You’d never been on a motorcycle before, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t scared. Rosa had been trying to get you on the back of her bike for a long time, and you’d always said no, but… it was her birthday this weekend and your gift to her was being brave for once. You’d suggested a day’s ride on the Fort Lee Loop, through the Hudson River Valley and Greenwood Lake and the Wanaque Reservoir.

“We could stop for lunch, too,” you’d said, blushing and losing confidence as Rosa gaped at you after you’d brought it up. “I mean, only if you want to. We don’t have to go. We could do something else.”

She’d kissed you, quickly and firmly, before you could say anything else. “You’re offering to ride the motorcycle?” she confirmed after pulling away. “On purpose?”

“Yeah,” you shrugged, avoiding her eyes. “I trust you to keep me safe.”

And, oh, she’d gone feral for that, hands all over you, lips crashing into yours, until you’d pushed her away, breathless and flushed and hissed, “Rosa, we’re in public.”

She’d dropped cash on the restaurant table and all but dragged you out of your seat. “Well, let’s get private then.”

But now that you looked at the motorcycle, now that the helmet was on your head and Rosa looked expectantly at you to hop on… you weren’t so sure about it.

“Hey,” she said, taking your fingers in her hand and rubbing them softly. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“No, I–” You gulped. “I do. I really do.”

“I’ll keep you safe. I promise,” she assured you, her eyes kind and soft underneath the shield of her helmet.

You exhaled deeply, then clambered behind Rosa on the motorcycle, trying to convince yourself this was no different than riding a rollercoaster really.

“Alright,” Rosa said. “You have to keep your feet on the footrests. The metal pipes can burn you, so be careful.”

You nodded against her back, your hands snaking around her waist.

“And you can hold onto me as tight as you need to, okay?” She pressed one of her arms against yours, squeezing the back of your hand as you pressed your palm into her stomach. “Just follow my body language. If I lean, lean with me, even if it seems scary. I won’t let you fall.”

You nodded again, your heart pounding. You were sure Rosa could feel it through her jacket as you pressed into her back.

“And if you need to stop for any reason at all, tap my thigh twice with two fingers, okay? That’ll be our signal.”

You didn’t respond, simply held onto Rosa as tight as you could, waiting for the bike to roar to life.

“Hey,” she called, and you could feel the vibrations of her voice against your chest and hands.

You lifted your head slightly.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” she asked.

You nodded, letting out a shaky breath.

“I need words, mi amor.”

“Yes,” you managed to croak out.

“Alright,” she conceded. “Tap my thigh twice if you need to stop.”

And the roar of the motorcycle as Rosa started the engine–it was so loud, so aggressive it made you jump a bit. Rosa squeezed your hand, and the bike started to inch forward. You held onto Rosa for dear life, positive that before the day was over you might suffocate her.

Rosa took it slow at first, driving you down slow, back streets and easing you into turns, so you could get used to the way your body had to move with hers. Before you knew it, you were on the road. You kept your head down and your eyes squeezed shut for most of the ride in the city, the roar of the traffic and angry cab horns overwhelming you.

But once you and Rosa made it out of the city proper, you managed to open your eyes. The wind that rushed around your body, the vibrations of the bike that surged through you, your body pressed warm and firm against Rosa’s… well, it was kind of enjoyable. It did feel a bit like a rollercoaster. A rollercoaster where you were firmly on the ground and you got to hug your girlfriend the whole time, so maybe even an improvement on a rollercoaster.

You were well into the Fort Lee Loop before your body relaxed enough to sit up a bit and look around, though at any hint of a turn, you clung to Rosa like a baby monkey. But it was beautiful. And it was different than just going on a drive. The foliage was turning lovely golds and reds and oranges, and the sun flitted through the trees in a way that felt almost magical. Warm and wonderful and right despite the crisp fall air. You were thankful for Rosa’s body pressed against yours, thankful that she made you brave in ways you’d never be brave on your own.

You stopped for lunch at a small marina restaurant, overlooking Greenwood Lake. You stumbled as you stepped off the bike and Rosa laughed, catching you by the waist to hold you steady.

“You okay?” she asked, smiling, both amused and concerned.

“Mmhm.” You held onto her hand as you walked into the restaurant, even though you’d already found your footing. “I kind of like it, I think.”’

She kissed your cheek, and you took it as a thank you and am I’m proud of you.

For her part, Rosa’s face was flushed, her hair messy, and she looked so happy. So genuinely happy. It wasn’t a rare occurrence for her to look happy when you were together, but it was different knowing you were doing something Rosa truly loved. She was happy to be with you, she always was. But she was even happier to be with you doing something that already made her happy in the first place.

“Thanks for doing this,” she said, both of you picking at the leftover fries on your plate. “Really.”

“I would do anything for you, Ro,” you said softly.

And the quiet you sat in afterward, looking out over the lake, the lovely leaves floating one by one into the water and spiraling it out in mesmerizing, concentric circles–it was such a warm quiet, close and comfortable and familiar, and you wondered briefly if this was what it would feel like with Rosa in five years, ten, twenty. When you were old women sitting on a bench in Prospect Park or motorcycling across the country because god knows old age wasn’t going to stop Rosa–you wondered if this was what it would feel like, the quiet familiarity of someone who knew you and loved you completely, so deeply that words were not needed. There was no need to fill a space already full of love.

When you left the restaurant, you stood by Rosa’s motorcycle and looked out at the lake, moving to put your helmet back on.

“Wait,” Rosa protested, gently taking the helmet from your hands and balancing it on one of the motorcycle handles.

You looked at her curiously, and she cupped your face in her hands, leaning in to kiss you. Rosa kissing you always took your breath away, but something was different about this one. Maybe it was adrenaline from being on the motorcycle all day, maybe the flush in your cheeks from the cool, fall air or the smell of the leaves mingling with the scent of Rosa’s perfume. You felt almost drunk on her, drunk on the warmth of her mouth against yours, the softness of her hands. She was always so soft with you, so gentle, such a contrast from how she was with everyone else.

“What was that for?” you asked, out of breath when she finally pulled away and tucked your hair behind your ear.

“I just really love you,” she said quietly, her eyes soft as they stared into yours.

You pecked her once more on the lips, then pulled her back toward the motorcycle. “Let’s go home, love,” you said.

And if riding off into the crisp, autumn horizon on the back of your girlfriend’s motorcycle wasn’t a storybook ending of Shakespearean proportions, you didn’t know what was. Because you and Rosa, well, it was the kind of love people told their grandkids about. Or at least that’s how it felt to you and her.

#rosa diaz #rosa diaz x reader #rosa diaz x fem!reader #rosa diaz fanfic #rosa diaz fluff #brooklyn 99 #brooklyn 99 fanfic

122 notes · View notes

starbunii · 5 months ago

Note

Sorry if this is a personal request but!! Can I get Venti, Scara, and Gorou with a S/O who has heavy triggers to alcohol/the smell and stuff bc of a parent who was always drunk so they had to be the parent in the house? Not like abusive or anyth but just always drunk and emotionally distressing to see

No worries if you don't wanna take this, ty for reading! 💕

. fear of alcohol 𓂃 ♥︎

𝜗𝜚 ┈ venti, scara, and gorou x reader (seperate) ! ｡

notes: idm taking this at all! i feel very honored that you came to my writing for this kind of comfort. that means very much to me. i hope you're ok and in a safer place now, anon. if not, it's ok. everything will get better; i promise you <3

headcanons ノ fluff/angst (?) ノgn! reader ノcanon universe

second person pov !! please enjoy! ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

-- ♡ --

venti

now, we're all well aware of his drinking habits. it's a fun past time for him, and it helps him relax

one night, he tried to drink around you, and was admittedly very surprised when you didn't want to

the two of you were practically attached to the hip, you two did everything together! so...why was this any different?

once you explained everything to him, he immediately understood and put the alcohol away and makes a fun soda/cider kind of drink instead!

over time, he starts drinking a lot less. on the odd occasion that he does get drunk, he just lets you know and stays kind of far away (he'll miss you greatly, but your comfort is safety is far more important to him)

will come to you the next day, hung over and clingy, but most of all; so happy to see you

scaramouche

he only really drinks as a sign of politeness, but nothing too crazy

he hates the taste and gets 0 enjoyment off being drunk. him coming home wasted isn't something you have to worry about

however, if you're at a place like a party or a festival, where there's a large collection of drunk people, he'll immediately whisk you away and take you somewhere else; wherever you want to go

if you two go back home, he'll immediately start to pamper you. he wants you to remember that you don't owe him anything. that you aren't a child stuck as a parent

he knows you weren't exactly abused or anything, but he's still careful with his touches regardless, only wanting you to be comfortable

expect gentle massages and light kisses. he'll praise you on how well you're doing, no matter if you're freaking out, or if you're just calm

gorou

similar to scara, gorou only drinks for polite reasons, or if there's something to celebrate. he never goes too far

however, if he does get drunk, he might get a tad bit clingier. not to the point where he's totally helpless; just more affectionate

if you need him to step away because you're getting upset, he'll do so with no complaints. he knows your boundaries need to be respected

will 100% show up with a bouquet and a box of candies the next day as an apology, even if he didn't exactly do anything wrong

gorou would probably stay the night with a buddy to make sure you don't end up triggered or scared. the last thing he wants is for you to be unsettled because of him or something he did

listens if you need to just vent and talk abt it. he understands that what you went through was traumatic, and that seeing someone you love in that very same state must hurt you to a degree. he'll just hold you and comfort you, providing all you need <3

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #venti #venti x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #gorou #gorou x reader #anon i love you please stay safe #ghost.writes

93 notes · View notes

catch1ngmoths · 2 months ago

Note

Your writing is amazing!!:3(this is my second time putting in a request for you, and I will be coming back again and again)

Could you do reader x joost (gn reader) where reader is autistic and got very overstimulated and overwhelmed at one of joost concerts (reader is dating joost and reader always goes on tour with him) so reader went somewhere more quiet and after joost got done with his concert he always goes to reader but joost couldn’t find reader andddd idk how to end this SOO you can think of something!:3 anything really idm!!

HAVE SN AMAZING DAY/NIGHT (^‿^✿)

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ WATERMELON ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ “I’m a watermellon slammed into your driveway, crack me open so I feel the air inside me…like a tounge-tounge, in my eardrum dum dum. Music boyfriend I’m your yum yum, call me and i come." - John + Jane Q public𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋

Summary: your autistic and during one of Joosts concerts you feel overstimulated and hide out in one of the backstage. When Joost is done preforming he immediately cradles you and makes you feel nothing short of loved.

Note: This is a draft from 4 MONTHS AGO, I’m so sorry for being so late blah (all credits for the edit above go to multifandom.astar on TikTok!) WHOEVER REQUESTED THIS I LOVE YOU x 100000!! THIS IS BASED OF MY AUTISM, IT MIGHT NOT BE LIKE YOURS BUT I HAD NOBODY ELSE TO GO OFF SO I BASED READER OFF MY OWN STRUGGLES!!!!! if you don’t like bugs then…just pretend you do :,(

Warnings: overstimulation and little panic from Joost but overall just tooth rotting fluff

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ ࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ ࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ ࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ ࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔

As the second performance nears, Joost takes a moment to get himself ready. Fixing his hair, checking his appearance in the mirror, making sure everything is perfect for the show. He can already feel the rush of adrenaline starting to course through his veins, knowing that it will only grow stronger once he's on stage. But today, there was an added aspect of nervousness and anticipation due to today's crowd and the task of making sure he could provide the best experience for you.

He takes a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves before walking out into the backstage area. He sees his DJ’s preparing and finishing up the final checks before the show, all of them buzzing with the familiar energy of an impending performance. His eyes scan quickly through the crew, looking for any sign of you, hoping to see you and ease his mind somewhat

You’re standing in the front of the crowd, crouched down looking at a beetle. Your bulky headphones cover your ears as you smile softly at the stag beetle that walks on the grass, stag beetles are your favorite!! Joost can't help but spot you in the front of the crowd, standing out amongst the sea of people waiting to enter the venue. He smiles when he sees your form crouched down. From his vantage point, he can't quite make out what you’re looking at, but he can guess it's probably some small creature, given your love for insects.

His heart feels a mixture of affection and worry, knowing that you’re probably feeling a little anxious and uncomfortable in the large crowd. His heart was right, call it lovers instinct but you were more anxious then you thought you’d be. This crowd was loud and wild even before the show started, the delicate little beetle on the ground was the only thing that seemed to be distracting.

He watches you from a distance, noticing the way you seem to be engrossed in admiring the beetle. He can see the slight tension in your shoulders, the way you seem a little on edge. He knows you well enough to recognize the signs of your anxiety even from where he stands. He wants to walk over to you, comfort you, and assure you that everything will be alright, but he knows that this is something that for now - you’ll have to handle on her own. So he just continues observing from afar…

You chuckle and smile down at the beetle, so cool, it could do no wrong, just natures beautiful creatu- *CRACK!!* a shoe steps right on the brown beetle making your eyes widen as the shoe disappears as quickly as it came. The beetles squished body makes you frown and bottom lip tremble. Joost sees the change in your expression as a shoe crushes the beetle you were admiring, and he can't help but feel a pang of sympathy. He knows how much you love insects, and seeing the disappointment and sadness on your face makes his heart ache.

He clenches his fists at his sides, his protective instinct flaring up as he watches you visibly upset by what just happened. He desperately wants you to look up to at least give you a look of comfort and reassurance, but before he can act, the crowd begins pouring into the venue, and the show is about to start.

You stare down at the dead creature before scooping it up in your hands, standing up from where you were once crouched down. You hold the beetles in your hands, that cute little thing was the only thing distracting you from your rising feeling of dread. The crowd around them continues to buzz with excitement and anticipation, but all he can focus on is you. The show finally starts and you wince when you hear the loud buzz of the music, you look up with wide eyes. Hoping to see - now your only form of comfort, the star of the show and your beloved, Joost.

Joost can see her wince at the loud noise of the music, his heart clenches again as he sees you seeking comfort in the midst of the chaotic scene. He wants to go to you right then and there, but he knows he has a job to do. The lights flash and the music begins, the crowd's cheers drowning out any other sound. He takes a deep breath, focusing on the performance, but his eyes frequently dart over to where you’re standing, watching your every reaction carefully.

You hold the dead beetle in your closed hands and while just the sight of joost calms her- her emotions are too much, its not enough, everything was too loud. Too close. Too much.. he performs, the words and music flowing effortlessly out of him as he puts on a show, but his mind is partially elsewhere. He glances over at you every chance he gets, his heart aching as he sees you holding the dead beetle, obviously feeling overwhelmed by the loud noises and the large crowd.

He tries to keep his focus on the performance, but he can't help but worry about you, wondering if she's managing okay despite the noise and chaos. You turn to look around nervously, almost frantically as you see everything going on. Even with your headphones on it was just too much, you just wanted you be in joosts arms but knew you couldn’t. You could feel your breathing quicken by the second

Joost watches you from his peripheral, noticing your breathing is rapid, and he knows you’re on the verge of a panic attack. His singing falters at the sight of your distress, wanting to do nothing more than stop the show and run to you but he forces himself to keep performing. His body moving and singing on autopilot, all the while his mind is racing, desperately wondering how he can comfort you.

You whimper and decide you could go backstage but that would mean going though the large, ruthless crowd… you clutch the beetle as you take a breath and close your eyes before swiftly turning and making your way through the crowd in hopes to make it backstage. You close your eyes tightly, taking in a deep breath before turning and forcing yourself to start pushing through the crowd. The jostling and noise makes your heart pound, but you keep your focus on getting backstage, on finding some kind of comfort and relief. Joost continues to perform, his eyes on you every now and then.

People push into you and bump into you, making you wince and whimper each time. You feel your closed eyes start to become glossy in overstimulation. You manage to make it backstage, slipping into his dressing room and finding some semblance of safety and comfort. You takes a few deep breaths, steadying herself after the arduous journey through the crowd. The room is quiet, a stark contrast compared to the loud environment you’ve just escaped. You know it will be some time before he's done, but just being away from the crowd and loud music makes you feel slightly better.

You cradle the beetle in your hands, feeling tears in your eyes at the sight of the innocent creature die for the crime of being small. “M’sorry little thing..” you coo and wonder how joost is feeling. You press a soft kiss to the beetles head before stepping outside into the backstage area and searches for a spot of soft grass, determined to give the beetle a proper burial. You dig into the soft ground, creating a small resting place for it, before gently placing the beetle there and covering it with the upturned soil.

He's finally about to wrap up the last song. The adrenaline is still coursing through him, but he can't wait to see you again, to make sure you’re alright. He finishes the song, the roar of the crowd only a dull hum in his ears. He rushes off the stage, his mind fully fixed on you. He makes his way backstage, heading straight for his dressing room... you sit on one of the couches, legs pulled up to your chest and arms wrapped around, resting your chin on your knees. You sigh and wait for joost, not knowing when he’d be there

He finally reaches the dressing room, opening the door and stepping inside, still wearing his rocker performance outfit. He looks over at you, a mix of worry, love, and relief washing over him. "Schatje..." He takes in your posture, noticing the way your sitting, your legs pulled up to your chest and your arms wrapped around. He quickly closes the door behind him before walking over to you with quick, but controlled steps.

You look up startled at the sound but relaxes as you see your lovers worried face, you immediately frowns and get off the couch. You lunge into his embrace quickly as he coos. Joost catches you in his arms, wrapping them tightly around your frame. He holds you close, relishing the feeling of your body pressed against his. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the familiar scent and letting the relief of knowing your safe wash over him. “Oh, schatje... I was so worried about you..."

You snuggle deep into his chest as he pulls you to sit down on his lap on the couch, he cradles you as he rubs shapes into your skin. “How are you feeling honey?” He asks with a frown, “I’m better now - it just got too much” you respond with a slight shrug. “I know mijn liefde, you can come back here anytime okay. I’m proud of you for dealing with it without me, I’m sorry I couldn’t do anything to help you” he sighs

You don’t have to respond, you both have a silent agreement of understanding between you both. “Y-your shows over.? You don’t have to do anything else..?” You ask as you look up at him with a tilted head. He chuckles softly at your question, his heart swelling with affection as he holds your face in his hands - pressing soft kisses to your eyelids. "No, schatje, the show is over. I don't have to do anything else now. I'm all yours tonight."

You smile gladly at him with a nod, “could we go back home.?” You mumble softly. He feels his heart skip a beat at the sight of your smile, your simple words making him eager to give you anything your heart desires. "Of course, schatje. We can go back to my place. Let me just grab my things and say goodbye to a few people, and then we’ll head out." He gently squeezes you in his arms, unwilling to let go of you just yet. “How about I pick up your favorite on our way back?” He smiles.

You gasp and nod with a hum of approval and a soft smile, the sound of your favorite food with your favorite person sounded like heaven after everything. He chuckles at your reaction, shaking his head before pressing a long kiss to your head in affection. “I love you schat..” he says against your hair, you wanted to stay in his arms forever. Forever protected and loved. “I love you joost..”

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ ࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ ࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ ࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ ࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔

EDIT: im so dumb I didn’t read the request all the way like a DUMBASS so it’s different from the og request. I’m so sorry I’m fucking STUPID 💔💔

#joost klein #joost klein x reader #joost klein x you #joost x reader #i love yall

84 notes · View notes

abcjxyzyeo · 9 months ago

Note

haiii!! i have a request for you! could you maybe do a Sokka x Kiyoshi Warrior reader who watches over Sokkas trainings with Suki and he becomes embarrassed or wtvr because of how much hes failing? it can go any way you want, idm really. thanks sweets!<33

-🦢

Heart of a Warrior

AN; Request by 🦢 !!! Omg I absolutely love this idea sm, I had a little field day w this one 😘😘 But tbh I didn't know how to end this too the ending is kinda rushed and bad !!! Also for this js imagine Sokka and Suki r 20 and reader is 18 !!(It doesn't matter but Katara and Aang r still 12/14 !!) AND ONE MORE THING OMFG anyways just imagine that the gaang stayed at kyoshi for a little bit longer like 2 weeks before the fire nation came. (why does it feel so weird writing a fic for Sukis' sister x Sokka like dam she rlly stole her sisters man 😭😭)

Pairing; Sokka x afab!reader(romantic), Suki x afab!reader(family)

summary; When the gaang visits Kyoshi Island to ride some Koi fish, Sokka seems too distracted too even try to figure out whatever is going on with Katara and Aang. And distracted by a certain younger Kyoshi Warrior

warnings; not proof read!!, angst(?), sumwhat sfw ? semi one sided enemies to lovers

You sighed, wiping off the lengthy make up you wear to be a warrior. You loved being a Kyoshi Warrior more than anything, but it was tiring. You were two+ years younger than everyone else so Suki, your older sister and the leader, let you take breaks every so often. Luckily she said you can take the day off. You started to lay down to take a nap when you heard running and yelled outside, in your pjs you ran to grab your fan and went quickly outside. Staring at the trio that was tied to the podium you were star struck. Their clothes were so different than anything you have ever seen. You had honestly(but luckily) been sheltered to only have to know clothing from the earth kingdom and Kyoshi island. After debating between the three and your sister, the young bald monk was revealed to be the avatar. Something about it irked you and you rolled your eyes. When you looked back you had caught the attention of a water tribe boy who seemed to be your sisters age. he started to walk over and talk to you, but nothing peaked your interest. Mostly just him giving back handed sexist compliments.

"Your sister is pretty strong for a girl!" He chuckled, obviously annoyed he was ambushed by girls.

"Uh huh" not giving him common curtesy to look him in the eyes.

After a few more comments you simply zoned him out. Well until he asked something that you were actually interested in.

"Sooo.. are you one of the painted fighters too?"

"Um. A Kyoshi warrior? Yea I am" and he gave an interesting look so with that you walked off sighing to yourself. The first outsiders to visit during this 100 year war had to be the most uninteresting people ever. (Cuz honestly you weren't completely convinced the Avatar was here on good terms, he'd probably just lead the fire nation here.)

For the next few days you saw Sokka try and learn how to fight like a Kyoshi Warrior. It kind of disgusted you, you know he just wanted to be better than Suki, but luckily she was the best of the best so you had nothing to fear.

Suddenly you found your feet moving towards the duo practicing, against your will. You knew you disliked Sokka, you avoided him as much as possible. It was baffling to you how different he is from his sister, at least you could stand her. Once you reached the two you sat on a near-by tree stump. Sokka looked over mid attack and absolutely fumbled falling straight on his face. You rolled your eyes and his face went bright red. For the hour that you watched them, Sokka missed every hit and took every hit thrown at him. By this time you were annoyed, instead of finding it humorous. It was like he was trying to be funny and mess with a sacred art form. Frustrated, you loudly groaned and walked away. Sokka knew he had messed up, he wanted to be good, he wasn't sure if it was for him or for you. He thanked Suki and ran off to find you.

Practicing all your moves you had learned over the course of your young teenage life, you left someone creep behind you. Stopping what you're doing you turn around, expecting Suki, but finding Sokka. You simply crossed your arms expecting him to speak.

"You saw me practice today" he uttered embarrassed

"Indeed I did," rolling your eyes

"I didn't mean to mess up, I was just nervous with you watching!"

"Whatever you say water boy, just stay out of my way and stop making a fool out of yourself." you turned back around and tried expanding your fan, but suddenly a hand was on your wrist and your hip, spinning you around instantaneously. Sokka's face was mere inches from yours, he looked down at your lips and back up to your eyes making the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

"Why won't you give me a chance?" he whispered low

Your mind whirred, 'chance for what? Why does he want a chance? Why is he so close?'

"Um what do you mean?" you gulped loudly

He let go of you lightly, "Why don't you give me a chance to show you I'm not who you think I am, I'm strong and a warrior."

You immediately scoffed "Yea right, what I saw today really showed that." this obviously pissed Sokka off, and he lowered his head down to stare at you in the eyes. Suddenly you could smell him, taking a moment to appreciate how clean he kept himself, you gathered and studied every inch of his face. Pausing to look at how nice his lips looked in the light. A moment of silence was suddenly broke.

"Like what you see?" He said smirking, leaning in to close the distance between yours and his lips.

You yelped loudly before throwing him over your shoulder and running away.

After what happened it was easy to ignore him and his practices. But your heart didn't want to, some how that stupid pony tail boy made you yearn for him. But your brain knew it wasn't a good idea to fall for a strange boy, let alone let him know that. But fate was against the organ in your head and as you turned the corner you saw, once again, your sister practicing with the water tribe boy. You walked up to them to watch but this time when Sokka noticed you, he gave it his all. Easily overpowering Suki, her face turning bright red that you could see through the makeup. Sokka crossing his eyes and giving a smug look. Your jaw dropped and you felt something inside your stomach, a tight knot that wouldn't untie. Sokka walked over to you after thanking Suki and bowing to her.

"How was that?"

you just stared at him, shellshocked. Causing him to laugh he rolled his eyes at you, he wrapped one hand around your waist and one around the back of your neck pulling you in for a kiss.

You eased yourself into it, kissing back. Your brain knew it was wrong but what was so bad with letting your heart win?

"Well Sokka, you do have the heart of a warrior." you laughed before leaning in for another kiss.

#atla sokka #sokka #sokka x reader #🦢#🦢 anon #sokka avatar the last airbender #reader x character

196 notes · View notes

y-vna · 1 month ago

Text

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤ👻ㅤㅤㅤㅤ⚰️ㅤ ㅤㅤ𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 : 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐘-𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 ㅤ ㅤㅤ🧹ㅤ ㅤㅤ🐈‍⬛

Welcome to the second ever official y-vent (y-vna's own twist on events hehe), celebrating almost 3.5k followers and our approaching 1 year anniversary of this blog!

Disclaimers/tws: some gorey images & mentions of most likely death/anything to kind of do with that since it's a dark Halloween oriented event. If you might be uncomfortable with such, please dm me about it, be cautious joining, or don't join!

Also event has quite heavy inspo from events made by @fairytopea and @sugarish (a lot by Vivi actually, and I swear I didn't mean for it to become so similar in the end, I hope that doesnt bother anyone) kind of unintentionally, my ideas just happen to be kind of unconsciously influenced a lot by them since I enjoy their creativity. If there's any issues concerning credits to original owners, please dm me.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝘔𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸, 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴' 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 5 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 the ugliest emotions known to mankind, that our Halloween tales can't exist without.

steps

Comment your favorite Halloween movie + "boo!" under this memorial (post) to enter 🪦

Reblog & tag 3+ of your favorite ghouls (moots)! 👻

Send an ask to @s-pirits with one of the five options the spirits provided you that resonates most with your soul (rage, paranoia, grief, envy, or apathy). Please add a 🎃 emoji to your ask if you do not want a story included in your answer 🌔

The spirit will offer a unique story under the "read more" cut regarding your choice as it reads into the depths of your soul. There will also be a image along with the answer that you are not required to use, but can if you wish to! 🐈‍⬛

Be creative and have fun making your moodboards! Don't forget to tag me ( @y-vna ) in your entry and use the hashtag #Spirit of Halloween : The Event

rules

more than three of the same images on a moodboard of another entry can be considered copying, depending on the situation if the images are generic, idol pics, or ones provided by me.

deadline is going to be 28th of October. Do not panic if it isn't enough time, the extended last chance for submission will probably close 1st of November, since I was definitely not be posting winners until maybe a few days to a week after the first deadline.

Only one moodboard submission will count. You are allowed to post techincally as many as you would like, however you have to choose only one that will count in the final judging.

You may ask for another option if you are struggling with the one you pick. For example if you pick apathy (that one is gonna be hard I hope people can make that one work) and really can't work it out, you may have one more retry and send another ask to @s-pirits (make sure to specify you dont want the one you already got before).

Make sure to credit anybody who originally owns the resources you use! If you refuse to comply by adding credits when asked, you will be disqualified.

prizes

1st place : 2 custom moodboards, 90 reblogs, 2 custom divs, 1 edit

2nd place : 1 custom moodboard, 50 reblogs, 1 custom div

3rd place : 35 reblogs, 1 gif/div not fully customizable, shout-out

Send all questions or issues about this event to @s-pirits or to this blog's DMS idm which!