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vettelsvee · 26 days ago

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Hello! I hope this is the correct way to request..., can you write a lewis story for prompt 28? It can be something like, reader is a new wag and there is some online hate, and lewis comforts them. It's completely fine if you don't wanna do this story, Thank you!! 💞

DON'T LET THEM SAY THAT. YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL | Lewis Hamilton

Lewis Hamilton x Actress!Reader

SUMMARY: Lewis and you decided to make your relationship public in Maranello before 2025 Formula 1 season starts. However, love from fans isn't there as you expected ↳ REQUESTED: Part of VEE'S F1 PROMPTS LIST (VOL. I)! Feel free to request anything you want <3 Hope you liked it anon! 💖

WORD COUNT: 2043

WARNINGS: Age gap (reader is on her early 20s and Lewis is 40), fans acting like crazy, hate towards Y/N

VEE'S NOTES: I received this prompt on the inbox today and I don't know how I wrote, corrected, translated and corrected once again it today. Also, first ever Ferrari!Lewis fic I'm so emotional right now. Not really happy with the result since like Y/N in this fic, I have many intrusive thoughts about my writing and I didn't have the best of the weekends, but hope you enjoy it anyways! Remember that I appreciate your comments, feedback, as well as reblogs, thank you so much! :)

The whirlwind of emotions you’ve experienced since your relationship with Lewis Hamilton became public has been unimaginable... and that’s putting it lightly.

Although you were somewhat used to the spotlight thanks to your rising career as an actress, flashes from cameras, crowds shouting for you to turn around so they could get a picture, and the occasional fan asking for a photo or autograph, the world of Formula 1 was completely new to you.

You couldn’t deny that you were unhappy with how drastically your life had changed. The man who had just joined Scuderia Ferrari had become everything you had ever imagined in a partner. kind, undeniably caring, and, most importantly, empathetic enough to understand how overwhelming this sudden rise in fame was for you.

Lewis had noticed how down you’d been ever since he decided to post those photos of you both in Maranello. You had both agreed to go together so he could test one of those legendary red cars for the first time, fully aware that people would inevitably start talking. That day, you decided to make your relationship public after keeping it a secret for about six months, agreeing that it was best to do so before the 2025 season began.

Despite it all, despite how much you had started closing yourself off in the following weeks, Lewis remained by your side, making you feel like the most important person in the world. But it was becoming increasingly difficult for him, especially when all you did was act like everything was fine on the outside while you were slowly destroying yourself inside.

The nightmare began with small comments on the photo Lewis had uploaded to Instagram, just you, posing timidly in front of the Ferrari while he held you around the waist, smiling like never before. At first, the comments didn’t seem like a big deal, with people just wanting to know more about your relationship or if it was serious. But soon, the messages started pouring in, insults and threats far worse than you had ever imagined, many of them coming from underage girls. Eventually, you had to disable comments on every single one of your photos, no matter how old they were.

However, what truly became a living nightmare for you were the Twitter threads and, especially, the accounts dedicated exclusively to Formula 1 wags. They were relentless, tearing you apart, analyzing your every move as if dating one of the 20 drivers on the grid was equivalent to committing first-degree murder.

“She’s just looking for fame now that her acting career is taking off.”

“She doesn’t deserve someone like Lewis.”

“She’s too young for him.”

“And let’s not even talk about how ugly she is… have you seen her?”

You sighed, throwing your phone onto the couch with such force that it ended up crashing onto the floor. But you didn’t even bother to check if it was broken. You had promised yourself you wouldn’t read any more comments, wouldn’t even open your Instagram account, yet you couldn’t resist. After all, you were human, and the weight of it all was becoming too much to bear, even more than you were willing to admit to Lewis, to whom you hadn’t fully opened up yet.

The hotel room in Tokyo, where you and Lewis had decided to stay for one of your last vacations before the season began, fell into complete silence. The only sound that filled the space was your muffled sobs.

“And who even is she? Nobody knows her.”

“Lewis deserves someone better, that’s for sure.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, spilling down your cheeks faster than you could wipe them away.

You couldn’t understand it. It felt so unfair... Why were you being treated this way just for loving someone? Why did people throw venomous words at you without even knowing you, without even trying to? Did being a fan of Lewis automatically mean they had to hate you?

You tried to relax, to break free from the spiral of thoughts that only led you to overthink, but it was impossible. Once your mind started down that path, the only thing it knew how to do was tear you apart from the inside.

As you tried to steady your breathing and quickly wiped away your tears, a knock echoed at the door.

You pulled yourself together as fast as you could, forcing a smile while glancing at your reflection in the mirror. You swore to yourself that you’d do everything possible to pretend that everything was fine, that you were fine.

But the moment you opened the door and saw Lewis, drenched in sweat from his gym session and pulling out his earbuds, you immediately turned around and rushed into the nearest room, the bathroom, locking yourself inside to keep him from seeing you like this.

“Come on, Y/N...”

Lewis knew you too well by now. No matter how hard you tried to convince him otherwise, he could see right through you, he knew you were struggling, and struggling pretty badly.

He didn’t do anything at first. He didn’t know what to do. He was afraid that whatever he said or did might only make things worse, might make you shut down even more. Instead, he rested his forehead against the closed door, feeling defeated, thinking of ways to make you feel worthy enough to stop torturing yourself over what strangers were saying online, people who knew nothing about your relationship and even less about you.

Eventually, you decided to come out. Lewis saw you, completely defeated, and he cursed himself for letting things get to this point. What had he done wrong to make you feel this way? God, you were just a girl in your early twenties who had recently made the leap to Hollywood stardom after moving to Los Angeles at sixteen, waiting tables in a run-down bar, and facing countless failed auditions until you finally landed the role that changed everything.

“Hey, love,” Lewis spoke as gently as possible, his eyes scanning your red-rimmed ones and your tangled hair. “What’s wrong?”

He knew exactly what was wrong, but he wanted you to be the one to speak, to let it all out.

You took a deep breath and pointed at your phone, still lying on the floor. A nervous knot tightened in your stomach, and your hands began to fidget anxiously. As if on cue, tears started streaming down your face once more.

“I just… I don’t understand why they have to be like this. What did I do to deserve this? Am I not good enough? Not pretty enough for you?”

Lewis sighed. He had known from the beginning that not everyone would accept your relationship, but the amount of hate you were facing was beyond excessive. He was exhausted by the senseless comments and social media accounts created solely to spew hate at you. And even more, he was tired of becoming tabloid fodder, followed everywhere by paparazzi eager to capture any moment they could.

Seeing you like this hurt him in ways he couldn’t even describe, and it made him feel miserable.

“Hey, Y/N… look at me.”

Despite speaking to you firmly and holding your hand, gently rubbing your skin with his thumb to calm you down, you didn’t respond. Lewis then cupped your chin delicately, forcing you to look at him.

“I know I’ve told you this a thousand times, and I also know that with how stubborn you are, you probably won’t listen to me, but don’t let what they say about you bother you,” he wanted to say, but all he really cared about was you. “What matters is that I love you, okay?”

“But... why does it have to affect me? Why did I used to not care about anything, and now I care so much about the opinion of strangers?” you asked, hesitantly, biting your lip in an attempt to relax.

Lewis moved even closer to you, wrapping his arms around you. He hated seeing you like this, especially when before all of this started, you were a light in his life, and it was him who used to lean on you when race weekends got overwhelming.

“Because you’re human, babe,” he replied, pressing a kiss to your forehead and holding you tighter. “Even though we sometimes say the opposite, we all care about what others think of us, especially when all they want to do is bring us down.”

“But... what if they’re right? What if I’m not what you deserve?”

“Do I need to remind you again that they’re wrong?” Lewis said, pulling you slightly away so your gazes met. “You need to remember how much you mean to me, but more than that, you need to remember who you are and all that you’re worth. That’s all that matters.”

You didn’t say anything else. Instead, you buried your face in his chest, once again crying quietly to avoid him seeing you like this.

“I’m ugly, Lew. Really ugly,” you confessed without lifting your head. “I don’t even know how you love me, or how you agreed to be with me after all those months we spent talking and hanging out as friends, or…”

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t let them say that. You’re beautiful. You’re beautiful, and you’ve always been, alright? Anyone who says otherwise needs to get their eyes checked.”

You laughed, and Lewis felt that as a small victory.

You closed your eyes, trying to calm yourself down. For the first time in a long while, you pushed aside the intrusive thoughts, the destructive comments you saw daily on social media, and allowed yourself the luxury of, for just a moment, trying to stop torturing yourself and accepting that there were things you couldn’t change.

Lewis’s words, while brief and somewhat familiar to you, brought a peace you hadn’t felt in days. You did your best to let the tension in your shoulders melt away, slowly separating from him and moving your arms bit by bit.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Lew,” you whispered, once again wrapping your arms around his waist, wishing you could never let go of him.

“You don’t have to worry about that,” Lewis chuckled, planting kisses on your forehead. “I’m never going to leave you, and I hope you’ll never leave me either.”

Neither of you said anything more. Your bodies remained close, exchanging shy kisses, making promises that everything would get better as you both talked about the changes you’d face in 2025. That was enough for you both to know things were going to be okay.

You both understood that the big, risky changes you were taking, especially your relationship, were going to be difficult, just like what was happening with you and the wave of hate you were receiving. But once you stopped giving it too much importance, or rather, no importance at all, no one would stop you as the newest couple in Formula 1.

“Hey, listen to me, please... I’ve been thinking about something.”

Lewis’s words caught your attention as you were starting to drift off to sleep in bed. You straightened up, your hand still intertwined with his.

“How about we take a walk, and you can get to know the city a bit?” he suggested. “You know… we could go eat out, hit up an arcade, or maybe…”

“Can you get me a stuffed animal from one of those weird claw machines?!” you interrupted him, excited, which made Lewis burst out laughing.

“Of course, I can get you a stuffed animal, or buy you all the ones you want.”

You smiled, and as Lewis went to the bathroom for a shower, you began to prepare for the day. That moment was exactly when you realized you needed to trust yourself more and, specially, just as Lewis valued you. Because if there was one thing you’d learned from him in the short time you’d been together, it was that, no matter what you did, you’d always be the envy of others, so you just needed to remind yourself that you didn’t need to feel worse for living the life you’d always dreamed of and, moreover, you worked hard to have.

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deonsx · 2 months ago

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bachira, isagi, rin, (add ur favs if you want <3) with reader who’s love languages are like quality time, physical touch, words of affirmation + is pretty talkative and social feeling annoying?? like reader yapping away and sometimes realizing it could be boring, or reader always liking being close to them but pulling away sometimes for seemingly no reason cause they don’t wanna be a bother? (Also sfw pls I am asexual :3)

muah muah have a nice day/night drink lots of water!!! remember to take time for yourself!!!

heyaaaa im here again!!! i love this cutie rq lets do this also im adding^^ +Nagi,Sae,Kaiser

Rin Itoshi

He’s used to solitude and silence, so your constant chatter initially feels like an intrusion into his carefully constructed world

But over time, he notices how your voice fills the spaces he didn’t realize were empty. Even if you’re rambling about something he doesn’t fully understand, like the plot of a drama you’re watching or a funny story from work, he listens. He’s a quiet listener, his sharp eyes fixed on you while you speak, occasionally nodding or offering a low hum of acknowledgment

Sometimes, though, you realize you’ve been talking too much. You falter mid-sentence, worry flickering across your face. “Sorry, I’m probably boring you” you mumble, starting to pull away, both physically and emotionally. Rin frowns when this happens. “You’re not” he says, his tone firm. “Just… keep talking” It’s not a grand declaration, but it’s enough to keep you going

Your love for physical touch throws him off guard at first too. You’ll casually lean against him while watching a movie or brush your fingers against his when you’re walking together. He stiffens initially, unsure how to reciprocate, but he doesn’t pull away. In time, he grows used to your closeness, even coming to crave it

But there are moments when you suddenly withdraw. Maybe you were resting your head on his shoulder but then sit up, or you pull your hand back from his. Rin doesn’t understand why you do this and it frustrates him

One evening as you sit together on the couch, you shift away after being snuggled against him for a while. He grabs your wrist gently, stopping you “What are you doing?” You hesitate, avoiding his gaze. “I just… I don’t want to annoy you. I know I can be too much sometimes”

Rin’s grip tightens ever so slightly, his expression unreadable. “You’re not annoying.” His voice softens, a rare moment of vulnerability breaking through. “If I didn’t want you here, I’d tell you” It’s a simple reassurance, but it means everything coming from someone like Rin. Slowly, you relax and lean back into him. He doesn’t say much else, but the way his hand lingers on yours, grounding you, says enough

Bachira Meguru

Bachira genuinely enjoys hearing you talk. Whether it’s about your day a funny story or some random thought that popped into your head he listens with a wide grin his golden eyes sparkling with interest. Sometimes he even adds to your rambles tossing in jokes or exaggerated reactions that make you laugh

“Wait wait so you’re telling me the cat jumped on the table during the meeting? Was it secretly trying to take over the company?” he says dramatically making you giggle until your sides hurt

He never makes you feel boring. Instead he thrives off your energy loving how your conversations never seem to end. But the moment you start doubting yourself maybe mid-sentence when you realize you’ve been talking for a while he notices right away

“Am I talking too much?” you ask your voice suddenly hesitant. Bachira tilts his head confused “Huh? No way!” He leans closer his nose almost brushing yours. “I like your voice. Don’t stop now you were telling me about that weird customer!”

Your love for physical touch is something Bachira immediately embraces. He’s naturally affectionate and loves being close to you whether it’s linking arms holding hands or draping himself over you while you sit together. You’re like his personal magnet if he’s in the room he’s going to find his way to you

“Bee I need to cook dinner” you protest one evening as he hugs you from behind his chin resting on your shoulder “Mm but you’re so comfy” he murmurs nuzzling into your neck “Can’t I stay here? Pretty please?”

Sometimes though you pull away unexpectedly. Maybe you feel like you’re overwhelming him or being too clingy. Bachira notices this too. The first time it happens he blinks in confusion watching as you slide to the other side of the couch or step away from his playful embrace

“Why’d you move?” he asks pouting slightly “I just… I don’t want to bother you” you admit avoiding his gaze

Bachira’s expression softens and he wastes no time closing the gap between you again. He cups your cheeks in his hands his thumbs brushing lightly against your skin “Bother me? That’s impossible.” His voice is soft but filled with conviction. “I like it when you’re close. You don’t have to pull away okay?”

The reassurance in his tone makes your chest feel lighter and you smile “Okay” Bachira thrives in your shared chaos loving every moment of your affection and chatter. To him you’re never too much; you’re the perfect match for his wild boundless energy. He even gets a little needy if you ever try to tone yourself down

“Hey” he says one day tugging at your sleeve. “Why are you so quiet today? Did I do something?” You laugh shaking your head “No I just didn’t want to talk too much and annoy you”

Bachira’s jaw drops dramatically “Annoy me? You? Never!” He wraps an arm around your shoulders pulling you into a side hug “You could talk all day and I’d still wanna hear more. So go on tell me everything”

Isagi Yoichi

At first he’s a little overwhelmed by how much you talk. You’re full of energy and always have something to say while he tends to lean on the quieter more thoughtful side. But it doesn’t take long for him to realize he enjoys the way you bring so much life into his day

He listens to you intently even when you’re going off on tangents about your favorite show or a random funny thing that happened during the day. He nods along offering small comments or questions that show he’s genuinely engaged. When you pause mid-conversation worrying that you might be talking too much Isagi is quick to reassure you

“Wait why’d you stop?” he asks tilting his head slightly his soft blue eyes full of curiosity “I don’t know… I just thought I might be boring you” you admit quietly. Isagi’s expression shifts to one of determination the same look he has on the field “You could never bore me. I like hearing you talk. It’s… comforting”

Your love for physical touch takes a bit of getting used to for Isagi. At first he stiffens slightly when you casually grab his hand or lean into his side. It’s not that he doesn’t like it he’s just not used to someone being so openly affectionate. But over time he starts to crave it. He finds himself reaching for your hand first or sitting closer to you just so your shoulders brush

One evening you’re sitting next to him on the couch and absentmindedly rest your head on his shoulder. After a few moments you pull away suddenly feeling like you might be crowding him. Isagi notices immediately

“What’s wrong?” he asks his voice laced with concern “Nothing I just didn’t want to bother you” you say looking away. He frowns slightly before gently grabbing your wrist pulling you back to him “You’re not bothering me. I like it when you’re close. Stay?”

Nagi Seishiro

Nagi is a great listener even if he doesn’t seem like it. He’ll lie back phone in hand while you go on about your day occasionally mumbling a soft “hmm” or “yeah” to let you know he’s paying attention. When you suddenly pause mid-ramble and mumble “Sorry I’m probably boring you” Nagi’s lazy eyes lift from his phone to meet yours “Not really” he says plainly his voice soft but firm. “Keep talking. It’s kinda nice”

Physical touch is another adjustment for him. You’re always leaning into him holding his hand or draping yourself over his shoulder and while he’s not the most physically expressive person he doesn’t mind it. In fact he starts to crave the warmth of your presence though he’d never outright say it

Sometimes though you pull away suddenly like when you’ve been curled up against his side during a lazy day of gaming. You’ll sit up or move to the other side of the couch a little self-conscious. Nagi notices right away and glances at you his expression unreadable

“Why’d you move” he asks his tone nonchalant though there’s a hint of curiosity in his voice “I just… I don’t want to be a bother” you admit avoiding his gaze. Nagi sighs softly setting down his controller “You’re not a bother” he says simply pulling you back to him with surprising gentleness. “You’re comfy. Don’t overthink it”

Quality time with Nagi is less about doing something grand and more about enjoying the quiet moments together. He’s perfectly content lying on the couch with you watching random videos or playing games while you talk about whatever’s on your mind. Sometimes he’ll pause his game just to listen to you more closely a small barely noticeable smile tugging at his lips

If you ever try to tone yourself down or give him space because you think you’re overwhelming him Nagi is quick to call you out in his own way “Why’re you being so quiet today” he asks one afternoon peeking at you from the corner of his eye

“I didn’t want to annoy you” you reply fiddling with your hands. Nagi sighs again this time more dramatically “You’re not annoying. You’re kinda the opposite actually. It’d be a pain if you stopped being yourself”

Sae Itoshi

He listens to you more than you realize. When you’re excitedly talking about your day or sharing a random story he doesn’t interrupt. He might offer a quiet “Hmm” or “Is that so” to show he’s listening but his responses are subtle. Sometimes you notice his lack of reaction and start to feel self-conscious

“Sorry I must be annoying” you mumble mid-sentence suddenly pulling back. Sae’s gaze sharpens slightly as he looks at you “You’re not annoying. If you were I’d tell you” His blunt honesty catches you off guard but it’s also strangely comforting

Physical touch is something Sae doesn’t quite know how to deal with at first. You’re always finding ways to be close to him draping yourself over his shoulder or reaching for his hand. He doesn’t pull away but he doesn’t reciprocate much either not because he doesn’t like it but because he’s not sure how to show it

But then there are moments when you pull away thinking you’re being too much. Like when you’ve been leaning on him during a quiet evening and suddenly sit up creating distance. Sae notices immediately

“What are you doing” he asks his tone calm but with a hint of curiosity “I just didn’t want to bother you” you say avoiding his gaze. Sae exhales softly shaking his head “If you were bothering me I’d say something. You don’t have to stop” His words are matter-of-fact but they hold an underlying sincerity that makes your chest feel lighter

Spending quality time with Sae looks a bit different. He’s not the type to plan elaborate dates or go out of his way to entertain you but he values the quiet moments you spend together. Whether it’s sitting beside him while he watches a match or walking together in comfortable silence he appreciates your presence even if he doesn’t always say it.

When you’re unusually quiet Sae notices right away. “Why aren’t you talking” he asks one day his tone almost teasing. You hesitate before answering “I just didn’t want to annoy you.”

Sae sighs softly turning to meet your eyes “You don’t annoy me. If I didn’t like being around you I wouldn’t be here”

Kaiser Michael

He’s an active participant in your endless chatter. Whether you’re recounting a random memory or diving into an elaborate story he listens intently often throwing in witty remarks or teasing comments to keep the conversation lively

“You really don’t stop talking do you” he says one day smirking as he leans closer. Before you can apologize or feel embarrassed he adds “Good. It’d be boring otherwise”

Physical touch is something Kaiser welcomes wholeheartedly. In fact he often takes the lead when it comes to affection. He’s the type to casually drape his arm around your shoulders pull you into his lap or grab your hand just because he feels like it. He thrives on being close to you and makes sure you know it

But then there are moments when you pull away suddenly like when you’re leaning against him during a quiet moment and decide to sit up creating some space. Kaiser notices instantly and his confident demeanor shifts ever so slightly

“Where are you going” he asks his tone playful but his eyes hold a flicker of genuine curiosity “I didn’t want to bother you” you mumble avoiding his gaze

Kaiser scoffs lightly shaking his head. “You? Bothering me? Don’t be ridiculous.” He reaches for your hand pulling you back to him “I like having you close. Stop overthinking”

Spending quality time with Kaiser is anything but dull. He enjoys taking you out to exciting places fancy restaurants spontaneous trips or even just a scenic walk because he loves seeing your eyes light up. At the same time he’s perfectly happy lounging with you watching a movie or simply lying around while you talk his head resting on your lap as you absentmindedly play with his hair

When you’re unusually quiet he notices right away “Alright what’s going on” he asks his tone somewhere between teasing and concerned “Nothing” you reply quickly “I just didn’t want to overwhelm you”

Kaiser raises an eyebrow leaning closer. “Overwhelm me? Please. I can handle you and more” He grins leaning in to plant a quick kiss on your forehead “I like you just the way you are so don’t hold back”

Enjoy!

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cumironi · 6 months ago

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YOU AND YOUR INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS? 100 TIMES NEED A THERAPIST: GOJO SATORU, GETO SUGURU

you and all of your disturbing intrusive thoughts definitely need a therapist because it scared the shit out of your boyfriends.

warning. established relationship! satosugu, disturbing intrusive thoughts, self-harm mentioned.

wc. 9,2k | m.list

if you know callmekris you definitely know where this idea is coming from and also, i have like 30 drafts for satosugu fiction only and almost 70+ for others 🥹

it was one of those rare evenings where everything just felt right. you were in the kitchen with your two boyfriends, geto and gojo. the quiet hum of the evening surrounded you, and the soft clinking of cups and papers was the only sound that filled the room. you sat on the dinner chair at the edge of the rectangular table, absentmindedly folding paper into tiny stars.

geto was nearby, nursing a cup of coffee while going through his paperwork, his expression focused but relaxed. across from him, gojo was busy typing away on his laptop, his brows furrowed slightly as he concentrated. the place was calm, a comforting quiet wrapping around the three of you like a soft blanket.

you glanced at your boyfriends every now and then, watching the way they fell into their own little worlds—geto with his quiet intensity, and gojo with his sharp focus. it was peaceful, and in the silence, there was a sense of unspoken contentment. you kept making your paper stars, feeling a gentle warmth in your chest, knowing that these were the moments that made everything worth it.

gojo wasn't wearing his usual blindfold tonight; instead, he had on his pitch-black sunglasses, which gave him a more relaxed look, although the familiar mischievous glint in his eyes still shone through. geto, on the other hand, had his hair down completely, the long strands flowing freely over his shoulders. he looked different like this, more at ease, dressed in something casual and comfortable—a simple t-shirt and sweatpants instead of his usual jujutsu uniform.

you couldn’t help but smile at the sight of them, each in their own version of relaxation, completely different from the strong sorcerers the world saw them as. there was something intimate and almost vulnerable about this quiet evening—their guard down, the familiar lines of stress softened on their faces.

geto’s loose hair framed his face, giving him a gentler appearance as he sipped his coffee, occasionally reaching up to brush a few strands back. gojo, sitting there in his sunglasses and dressed down, still had his confident aura, but it felt softer in the warm light of the kitchen. he occasionally peeked over his screen to glance at you and geto, a small smile tugging at his lips whenever he caught your eyes.

the evening continued in comfortable silence, just the three of you in your little bubble of peace. you kept folding paper stars, the repetitive motion calming you as you watched your boyfriends. it was a simple moment, but it was yours, and in that cozy quiet, you felt a contentment that words couldn’t quite capture.

gojo glanced up from his laptop when he realized you’d been unusually quiet for a while. his gaze softened when he saw you, his attention lingering on the sight of you in geto’s shirt, the oversized collar slipping off one shoulder, revealing a glimpse of your skin. your hair, cascading loosely over the same shoulder, was held back by a cute pink headband that added a playful touch to your appearance.

he watched as your eyebrows knit together in concentration, completely focused on folding papers into tiny stars. the sight made him smile, a warmth spreading in his chest at the simple yet endearing picture you made. the soft light cast gentle shadows across your face, highlighting the small details—how your lips pressed together in determination, the slight furrow in your brow, and the delicate movements of your fingers as they worked through each fold.

gojo couldn’t resist pointing it out, breaking the comfortable silence with a playful tone. “you’re awfully quiet over there,” he teased lightly, his voice warm with affection. “something on your mind, or just lost in the art of paper folding?”

his comment drew geto’s attention as well, and he glanced up from his paperwork, eyes softening at the sight of you. the moment felt even more complete with both of them noticing you, their quiet admiration and the unspoken bond you all shared filling the room with a deeper sense of comfort.

you glanced up at gojo, your focus breaking as you registered his teasing comment. you gave a small, almost bashful smile, feeling the weight of both their gazes on you. the corners of your lips tugged upward, and you shrugged slightly, the loose collar of geto’s shirt slipping even more off your shoulder, exposing more skin to the warm kitchen light.

“just... making some stars,” you replied softly, your voice matching the quiet calm of the room. you held up one of the finished stars as if to prove your point, the tiny paper creation cradled gently between your fingers. “they’re kind of cute, right?”

you could see the fondness in gojo’s eyes as he watched you, his usual playfulness tinged with a hint of something softer. geto, too, had a small, appreciative smile, the sight of you in his shirt and the little pink headband making his heart swell.

gojo chuckled at your answer, his gaze traveling up and down your form, taking in the details of your outfit, the way geto's shirt hung oversized on your frame, the delicate movement of your fingers holding up the paper star. he found the entire picture endearing, a mixture of adorable and sexy in a way that only you could manage.

“cute is an understatement,” he replied, his voice lower, filled with affection. “you look absolutely adorable, you know that?”

geto chuckled softly at gojo's words, a knowing look in his eyes. his gaze was softer, more intense.as your attention shifted to him, geto felt his heart skip a beat. the sight of you in his shirt, the vulnerability in your expression, the small, almost shy smile playing on your lips—it all made him want to gather you up in his arms and hold you close, never letting go.

but he resisted the urge, settling for a warm smile instead. “he's right,” he agreed, his voice tinged with a hint of possessiveness. “you look incredibly cute, sweetheart.”

you felt your cheeks warm up at their words, a mix of flattery and embarrassment bubbling up inside you. you couldn’t help but smile, a little shy but deeply touched by their sweet compliments. looking at both of them, you caught the way gojo’s eyes sparkled with mischief and affection, and the way geto’s gaze held that familiar, gentle intensity that always made you feel so cherished.

“thanks,” you murmured softly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, your fingers brushing against the collar of geto’s shirt that still hung loosely over your shoulder. you tried to play it off casually, but the warmth in your chest gave away just how much their words meant to you.

you returned your attention to the paper in your hands, letting the comfortable rhythm of folding more stars soothe you. you could feel their lingering gazes, their silent admiration wrapping around you like a cozy blanket. it was a quiet reassurance that they were there, appreciating these small, quiet moments just as much as you did.

after a moment, they both gave you one last fond smile before shifting their focus back to their work—geto back to his paperwork, and gojo to his laptop. the quiet of the kitchen returned, but it was filled with a warmth and understanding that made the space feel even more like home. and as you continued making your paper stars, you felt a soft, unspoken connection with them, the kind that didn’t need any words to be felt.

gojo and geto returned to their work, but their gazes kept wandering back to you every few minutes. they worked in silence, the only sound the soft rustling of papers and the occasional tapping of keys on a laptop.

every time they looked at you, a sense of contentment filled their chests. the sight of you in geto's shirt, concentrating on making your paper stars, reminded them of how lucky they were. they both loved these moments of domesticity, no matter how brief, and they wouldn't trade them for anything.

after a comfortable moment of silence, you realized you’d run out of paper. you got up from your seat, making your way over to the counter where the scissors were kept. as you moved, geto’s eyes followed you, quietly observing every step you took, though he didn’t say anything. gojo, meanwhile, stayed focused on his laptop, seemingly immersed in whatever he was working on.

returning to your seat with the scissors in hand, you settled back into your spot and began cutting more paper to make stars. but as you started cutting, you found yourself pausing, staring at the scissors a little too long. without realizing it, you began making small, repetitive snipping motions in the air, almost like you were lost in thought or cutting something invisible.

geto watched you closely, his eyes narrowing slightly as he noticed the way you seemed fixated on the scissors. he didn’t say anything at first, just observing with a quiet intensity. the way you moved, the look in your eyes—it all piqued his curiosity and concern, even if just for a brief moment.

“you okay?” geto finally asked, his voice gentle but with a slight edge of protectiveness. his question pulled you out of your thoughts, and you blinked, looking up at him with a small, sheepish smile.

gojo looked up from his work instantly, the concern in geto's voice catching his attention. his eyes focused on you, his usual playfulness replaced by a hint of worry. he could feel the shift in geto's demeanor, the slight edge in his voice. it was subtle, but gojo knew him too well to miss it.

he watched you intently, his eyes flicking between you and the scissors in your hand. the small, repetitive motions you were making gave him pause, and he couldn't help but wonder what was on your mind.

you noticed the sudden shift in the room, the way both geto and gojo's attention zeroed in on you. gojo’s usually playful expression had softened into something more serious, and geto’s concern was palpable, his eyes fixed on you with a quiet intensity. you could feel the weight of their gazes, and it almost made you want to laugh at how quickly their moods changed just from your little distraction.

catching the worry in their eyes, you gave a soft, almost amused smile as you held the scissors up slightly, pointing them in front of your face. “you know,” you started casually, your tone light but tinged with that familiar edge of mischief. “it’s kinda easy to just… snip the tip of your nose off.”

you demonstrated with a small, precise snip in the air, mimicking the motion as if it were the most normal thing in the world. you watched as their eyes widened just a fraction, geto’s lips pressing into a thin line and gojo’s brows shooting up, both of them clearly thrown off by your unexpected comment.

gojo was the first to recover, a small scoff of disbelief slipping past his lips. he leaned back in his seat, shaking his head in a mixture of surprise and amusement.

“what the hell, sweetheart?” he teased, the edge of worry melting away as he gave you a light-hearted glare. “trying to give us a heart attack?”

geto’s reaction was a little different. his eyes widened further, a slight flash of panic crossing his features before he schooled his expression back into a more controlled one. he took a deep breath, his shoulders tensing ever so slightly.

there was a beat of silence, and then you couldn’t hold back a soft chuckle, shaking your head slightly. “relax, i’m not actually gonna do it,” you reassured them, the amusement in your voice a gentle attempt to ease the tension. “just got caught up in my head for a second.”

gojo let out a sigh of relief, his shoulders relaxing as the tension eased from his frame. his eyes still held a hint of worry, but the playful glint had returned, his usual charming smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“you know, giving us a heart attack like that isn't funny, sweetheart. w-why, why?”

geto, on the other hand, didn't seem as easily swayed. he eyed you carefully, his gaze holding a hint of protectiveness and concern. he didn't say anything, his jaw clenching slightly as he seemed to be deep in thought.

you shrugged casually, not really looking up as you fiddled with the paper in your hands. “i don’t know… maybe intrusive thoughts?” you replied, your tone light, almost like you were asking a question yourself. your expression stayed nonchalant, as if the whole thing was no big deal, a small smile playing on your lips to brush off their concern.

gojo raised an eyebrow at your answer, his gaze narrowing slightly. he knew you well enough to sense something was off, something you were hiding behind the casual facade.

“intrusive thoughts, huh?” he repeated, his voice a mix of curiosity and suspicion. he watched you closely, trying to decipher what you were really thinking.

geto, meanwhile, leaned forward, his gaze intense. he took a moment to collect his thoughts before speaking, his voice soft yet firm.

“tell us the truth, sweetheart. are you...having those thoughts again?"

you nodded, keeping your expression neutral as you continued to fold the paper, acting as if it was the most mundane thing in the world. “yeah, pretty much… with everything,” you said, your tone casual, like you were talking about the weather rather than admitting to something serious. you didn’t meet their eyes, just kept your focus on the task in front of you, pretending it didn’t weigh on you as much as it really did.

gojo’s playful demeanor faded almost instantly, replaced by a look of genuine concern. he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, his eyes never leaving your face. he could tell you were trying to downplay it, but the casual way you brushed it off only made his worry deepen.

“really, with everything?” he asked, his voice softer now, tinged with a mix of confusion and concern. he was trying to understand the extent of what you were feeling, hoping to grasp how far these intrusive thoughts had gone. “what about the sink?”

he watched you intently, his gaze searching yours for any hint of what might be going on in your head. geto, meanwhile, sat quietly, his jaw clenched as he processed your response. his eyes stayed on you, unwavering and filled with that familiar protectiveness.

you snorted softly, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips as you looked up at gojo, trying to keep the mood light despite the heaviness of the conversation. “easy,” you replied, your tone nonchalant as you shrugged. “just put your hand in the carburetor and flip the switch.”

you said it like it was nothing, like you were talking about some everyday task, all while avoiding the deeper implications of your words. you kept your focus on the paper in your hands, folding it with practiced ease, acting as if the conversation was just casual banter, though you could feel the weight of their concerned stares on you.

gojo's heart sank at your response. the mention of the carburetor was a clear indication that your thoughts had taken a dark turn, and he couldn't help but worry about what else you might be thinking about.

he exchanged a look with geto, their expressions mirroring the same concern and confusion. gojo's mouth opened to speak, but before he could, geto beat him to it.

“and what else?” geto's voice was firm, but there was an undertone of worry in it. he wanted to know, needed to know, how far these intrusive thoughts had gone.

“what about the water bottle?” gojo ask.

you raised your eyebrows, a faint, almost resigned smile crossing your lips as you reached for the water bottle. you took a slow sip, letting the silence stretch for a moment before you spoke.

“well,” you said casually, setting the bottle down and looking at them, “while you’re drinking it, I’d just punch it into your mouth.”

you said it with a shrug, your tone still light, though the gravity of your words wasn’t lost on either of them. you continued to fold your paper stars.

gojo's eyes widened, his stomach twisting at the casually spoken words. he could see the resignation in your expression, and it only made his worry deepen. he didn't know what to say, didn't know how to process what you were telling them.

geto's jaw tightened, his eyes sharpening as he absorbed your words. he could feel his heart aching, a mix of fear and protectiveness overwhelming him. he wanted to grab you, to pull you away from these dark thoughts, but he knew he had to hear the rest first.

“the countertop?” he asked softly.

you scoffed, a faint hint of frustration creeping into your voice as you rolled your eyes. “oh, come on,” you said, your tone flippant as if you were explaining something obvious. “you walk, you trip, and bust all your teeth out on the corner of the counter.”

gojo's mouth opened and closed, his usual charm and quick wit faltering in the face of the worry in his chest.

geto, on the other hand, closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to steady himself. he could feel your irritation, your attempt to brush off the seriousness of what you were saying. he could see the hint of self-deprecation in your expression, the way you dismissed your own safety without a second thought.

“the staircase?” he asked quietly, his voice holding a hint of resignation.

“you trip?” you ask confused.

gojo let out a shaky sigh, shaking his head slightly at the nonchalant tone of your response. he had to admit, you seemed remarkably casual about the dark nature of your thoughts.

geto, however, wasn’t as easily fooled. he could feel a flicker of frustration at your lack of seriousness.

“and if you didn’t trip?” he asked, his voice taking on a sharper edge as he leaned forward slightly.

you snorted, a brief chuckle escaping as if the whole thing was just a joke. “if you didn’t trip?” you repeated, glancing up at geto with a hint of a smirk. “i’d just push you down the stairs.” you said it with a dry laugh, as if you found it funny, as if it was just another random thought that didn’t matter.

gojo's eyes widened at the nonchalant way you spoke about pushing someone down stairs. he was used to your darker sense of humor, but this was something different, something darker. something that made his stomach twist with worry.

geto, meanwhile, went completely still. his heart clenched at the casual way you mentioned something so violent, and he was having a hard time keeping his composure.

there was a beat of heavy silence, both of them trying to process what you just said.

“darling,” geto finally said, his voice tense but gentle. “that’s...not funny.”

you suddenly dropped the playful facade, your expression turning serious as you cleared your throat, mimicking their concerned tone. “oh, sorry,” you said, your voice deadpan, as if you were genuinely trying to be serious but couldn’t quite commit to it. you held their gaze for a moment, your eyes flicking between geto and gojo, and then you shrugged, the corner of your mouth twitching as if fighting back a smirk. “guess that one didn’t land.”

you went back to folding your paper stars, acting as though the moment had passed, but the tension in the room was still palpable, their worried eyes still on you, not quite convinced by your attempt to brush it all off.

gojo and geto exchanged a quick, uneasy glance. the lightheartedness you were trying to pull off didn’t ease the knot of worry in either of their chests. gojo ran a hand through his hair, his fingers twitching slightly as he tried to keep his cool. he could sense geto’s frustration simmering just beneath the surface, the way his jaw was set tight, his eyes fixed on you with that mix of protectiveness and concern that was impossible to miss.

geto leaned back slightly, crossing his arms over his chest. his gaze softened, but the edge didn’t fully disappear. he was searching for a way to reach you, to cut through the nonchalance and get to the root of what you were really feeling. his lips parted, as if he wanted to say something more, but the words seemed to catch in his throat.

gojo, picking up on the hesitation, decided to keep pushing, hoping that maybe humor would get you to open up more. he tilted his head, his eyes still focused on you, the hint of a nervous smile tugging at his lips. “okay, the hard one,” he said, trying to keep his tone light but there was a serious undertone to his voice. “what about the pillow?”

both of them waited, holding their breaths slightly, hoping that maybe this time, you’d let them in a little more.

you looked up at them, rolling your eyes with a dismissive wave of your hand. “oh, please,” you scoffed, barely missing a beat. “two words: suffocation device.” you said it so casually, almost like it was a punchline to a joke only you found amusing. you quickly returned to folding another paper star, like you hadn’t just dropped another dark thought into the conversation.

both gojo and geto’s eyes widened at your response. gojo’s stomach twisted at the nonchalant way you spoke of such a dark thing. his usual charming smile faltered, replaced by a look of true concern. he knew you had a dark sense of humor, but this… this was something different. something that made his heart ache to hear coming from your lips.

geto’s jaw clenched, his eyes hardening slightly as he processed your words. the protectiveness in him flared, his mind immediately thinking of all the ways he could keep you safe from yourself.

gojo's breath hitched, his voice breaking slightly as he whispered, “wow.” his usually confident demeanor cracked, revealing the worry etched across his face. he ran a shaky hand through his hair, his eyes wide with a mix of disbelief and concern. he shook his head slowly, struggling to process your words, the weight of your casual tone sinking into him like a stone.

he swallowed hard, his gaze locking onto yours, searching for any hint of how serious you were. “sweetheart,” he asked, his voice soft and trembling, “you have these thoughts… like, every day?” his eyes were pleading, silently begging you to be honest, his breath still uneven as he tried to keep it together, his heart aching at the possibility of you dealing with this daily.

you nodded casually, not breaking your focus on folding yet another paper star. “yeah,” you answered simply, your tone matter-of-fact as if you were discussing something far less serious. your fingers continued to move deftly, folding the paper with a calmness that contrasted sharply with the gravity of your words.

when gojo’s eyes widened and he hesitated, asking quietly, “do you…want to do them?” you couldn’t help but scoff, rolling your eyes as if the question itself was absurd. “of course not, i'm not crazy,” you replied with a dismissive snort, shaking your head as though he’d just asked something ridiculous, still maintaining your nonchalant demeanor despite the heavy atmosphere lingering in the room.

geto's expression tightened, his brows furrowing as he listened to your response. the casual way you brushed off gojo’s question didn’t sit right with him. his eyes darkened, filled with a mix of worry and frustration that he was trying hard to keep under control. he leaned forward slightly, his gaze never leaving you, searching for any crack in your facade.

“but you think about wanting to do them,” geto pressed gently, his voice soft but edged with a quiet intensity. “and… it happening?” his question hung heavy in the air, his eyes boring into yours, trying to understand the depth of your thoughts. he was struggling with the possibility that, despite your dismissive attitude, these intrusive thoughts held more weight than you were letting on. his tone was laced with concern, desperate to reach the part of you that was hurting, to pull you out of the darkness you seemed so intent on brushing off.

you nodded, picking up the scissors with your usual calm demeanor. “exactly,” you said, your voice steady, as if you were confirming something completely mundane. without missing a beat, you positioned the paper and began cutting, your movements precise and controlled. your eyes remained focused on your task, the sharp blades slicing through the paper with ease, seemingly unaware of the rising tension in the room.

you kept your expression neutral, not looking up at either of them, as if to emphasize that, to you, this was just another normal part of your day. it was your way of deflecting, of keeping everything surface level, even when the concern in their eyes spoke volumes. you didn’t pause, didn’t hesitate, just continued cutting, fully immersed in your routine despite the weight of the conversation hanging heavily between you all.

gojo’s heart ached at your confirmation, the casual way you admitted to having such dark thoughts. he clenched his jaw tight, his hands curling into fists, desperately trying to hold back the flood of emotions threatening to spill out. his eyes were wide, searching your face, seeking any hint of anything more than the nonchalant façade you were presenting.

geto, on the other hand, was barely containing his frustration. his eyes darkened as he saw the cutting, the way you just kept going, as if these thoughts were nothing more than background noise. his muscles were tense, his body rigid as he fought to keep his hands from shaking. his gaze flicked between you and the scissors, the sound of the blades slicing through the paper setting his teeth on edge.

“stop,” he said firmly, his voice hoarse and tight. “put the scissors down.”

his heart was beating wildly in his chest, his mind cycling through all the different ways he could keep you safe at that moment, his protective instincts on overdrive. you paused mid-cut, your expression one of confusion as you looked up at geto. the firm command in his voice took you by surprise, making you blink slowly as you tried to understand his sudden urgency.

“huh?” you said, furrowing your brows slightly. you set the scissors down slowly, your eyes shifting between geto and gojo, both of whom were now visibly tense. “what’s the matter?” you asked, your tone still carrying that hint of casual indifference, but now mixed with genuine confusion. you didn’t fully grasp why they were reacting so strongly, still caught off guard by the intensity of their concern.

gojo took a shuddering breath, his eyes never leaving yours. his heart was racing, his hands trembling as he fought to keep his emotions in check.

geto, meanwhile, was bristling with tension. his jaw was clenched tight, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in your casual tone, the way you seemed to be brushing off the gravity of the situation. he couldn't believe, even with everything you'd just said, you were still acting so nonchalant about it all.

“the matter...?” he repeated, his voice tight. “you just admitted to having intrusive thoughts about hurting yourself!”

they exchanged another look, a mixture of worry and helplessness passing between them. “sweetheart,” gojo's voice was soft, his usually confident demeanor slipping momentarily. “is... is it always like this?”

you nodded, the weight of their concern finally starting to sink in. “yeah,” you said softly, your voice carrying a trace of vulnerability you hadn’t shown before. “pretty much since ever.”

you met their eyes, the casual facade slipping away as the depth of your feelings became more apparent. you could see the worry etched into their faces, the genuine fear and concern that had replaced the playful interactions you were used to. the seriousness of the situation was starting to hit you, and you realized just how much your nonchalance had masked the gravity of what you were dealing with.

gojo's stomach twisted at your admission, a wave of guilt washing over him. how had he not seen it before? how had he missed how much you were struggling, all this time? his heart ached at the thought of you dealing with such dark thoughts alone, acting so casually about it when it was obvious how much it was affecting you.

geto's eyes softened further. his protective instincts were flaring again, his heart aching at the vulnerability in your voice. he wanted to reach out, to pull you into his arms, to shield you from all the pain you were carrying around.

but they both knew that addressing it needed to be done carefully. they didn't want to make things worse. gojo took a cautious step towards you, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides, desperately trying to keep himself in check. “sweetheart... have you ever... tried anything?”

as the question left his lips, he hated himself for even asking, the mere thought of you harming yourself making his stomach twist into knots.

you shook your head quickly, the denial almost instinctive. “no,” you said firmly, your voice a mix of reassurance and frustration. “i haven’t tried anything. i’m not crazy, okay? i mean, at least not something that will hurt me.”

as geto carefully took the scissors away from you and sat beside you. gojo approached slowly, his expression softening with concern as he settled next to you as well.

you could see the worry in their eyes, and their presence was comforting yet overwhelming. you tried to meet their gaze, wanting them to understand that, despite your dark thoughts, you weren’t acting on them. you wanted to keep the conversation open and honest, hoping that by addressing it, you could find a way to ease their concerns and, perhaps, your own.

their relief at your immediate denial was palpable, but it was clear that neither of them wanted to take any chances. gojo's eyes softened further as he moved to sit next to you, his hand instinctively reaching out to take yours.

geto nodded slowly, his shoulders relaxing slightly at your reassurance, but he couldn't shake off the lingering concern. his eyes were fixed on you, his fingers twitching subtly, as if resisting the urge to just protectively grab you and hold you close. “but,” gojo began cautiously, his grip on your hand tightening, “why haven't you tried anything?”

geto’s eyes widened in shock at gojo’s question, and he didn’t hesitate to react. In one swift motion, he smacked gojo’s head, his frustration evident. “don’t encourage her, you fucking idiot!” he snapped, his voice a mixture of anger and exasperation.

he turned back to you, his eyes softening as he tried to counterbalance the unintended provocation. “ignore him,” he said more gently, his tone filled with concern. “we just want to understand what’s going on, but we don’t want to make things worse. we’re here for you, okay?”

he leaned closer, his protective instincts flaring up as he tried to offer comfort while grappling with his own frustration at the situation.

gojo winced at the smack, rubbing the back of his head slightly, more out of hurt than actually pain. he looked sheepish, realizing his mistake. “oops...” he muttered, shooting geto a sheepish smile. “sorry, i didn't mean—”

he paused as geto spoke, his eyes darting back to you, a mix of shame and worry in his gaze. he was silently cursing himself, knowing he had messed up. “yeah,” he said softly, “ignore me, sweetheart, i'm a moron.“

you let out a soft laugh, the sound a gentle counterpoint to the tension in the room. you couldn’t help but find gojo’s sheepish expression amusing, his self-deprecating comment breaking through the heaviness of the conversation.

geto relaxed slightly as he heard your laugh, the sound a warm but unexpected surprise in the tensed atmosphere. he shot gojo a sidelong glance, his expression a mixture of relief and mild annoyance.

gojo sighed heavily, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips. “i guess i still have my comedic timing, even when my brain-to-mouth filter fails me.” he rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes darting between you and geto, silently pleading for forgiveness.

geto rolled his eyes at gojo’s attempt at a joke, clearly not amused by his antics. “you're an idiot,” he said bluntly, but there was no malice in his voice. he shot a quick glance at you, checking your reaction to the lighter tone.

gojo tried his best to look remorseful, but his gaze quickly flicked to yours, seeking to gauge your response to their exchange. his hand unconsciously squeezed yours tighter, a silent request for reassurance.

“anyway,” gojo continued, his voice taking on a serious tone again. “i'm sorry, sweetheart. i shouldn't have asked that. i don't want to put any ideas in your head. i just...” he trailed off, swallowing hard as his grip on your hand tightened slightly. “i just... you scared us, yknow?”

geto nodded in agreement, his expression still serious as he added, “yeah, sweetheart. you can't just downplay this stuff. it...”

his voice caught in his throat for a moment, the fear he felt at your casual attitude still lingering clearly in his eyes. “it terrifies us,” he admitted quietly, his free hand clenching into a fist, desperately holding onto his composure.

you reached out gently, cupping geto’s cheek with a tender touch. your gaze softened as you looked into his eyes, trying to convey the sincerity of your feelings. “i get it,” you said softly. “just because i think about stuff doesn’t mean i want to do it. i’m not struggling, really. it’s just... something that crosses my mind for a second, and then it’s gone. i can barely even remember it afterwards.”

you gave him a reassuring smile, hoping to ease the fear and worry etched on his face. “i appreciate how much you care, and i promise, i’m okay. it’s more like a fleeting thought that doesn’t stick around.”

you looked at gojo, giving him a similar reassuring smile, wanting them both to understand that, despite your dark thoughts, you weren’t in immediate danger and that their concern meant a lot to you.

geto's eyes softened at your touch, some of the tension in his muscles relaxing as he looked into your eyes. his expression was still serious, but there was a hint of relief in his gaze. he knew you were trying to reassure him, and he appreciated it, even if his worry wasn't abating completely.

gojo nodded silently, echoing geto's relief. his grip on your hand relaxed a little, his thumb tracing small circles on your skin, a small gesture of comfort.

“sweetheart...” he began, his voice unusually hesitant.

you cut in before gojo could continue, your tone light but carrying a hint of seriousness. “it’s kind of like how satoru think about blowing up the entire higher-ups and the school sometimes,” you said, glancing at geto with a teasing yet understanding smile. “or how you imagine killing everyone up but never actually do it.”

your eyes then shifted to gojo, the warmth in your gaze continuing. “it’s just a thought that crosses my mind, not something I’m planning to act on. I’m not going to hurt myself or anyone else. It’s just... there, and then it’s gone.”

you hoped this analogy would help them see that, despite the dark nature of your thoughts, they were fleeting and not reflective of your true intentions. gojo blinked, surprised at your casual mention of his own violent thoughts. he chuckled softly, a mix of surprise and relief in his expression.

geto's lips quirked into a small smile at your analogy. it clicked for him, your words making more sense in that context. he could see the parallel you were drawing between gojo's fantasies of destruction and your own dark thoughts.

“yeah,” he said after a moment, his voice quieter. “that's a good way to explain it... but....”

geto let out a shuddering breath as you assured them of your safety, visibly relaxing at your words. “sweetheart, you don't understand,” he said softly, “we... it's not just that we're worried about you acting on those thoughts. even having them in the first place...”

he paused, his hand trembling slightly in yours. “it's... it's not normal, sweetheart. it's not normal to have thoughts about hurting yourself all the time. it's concerning, no matter how much you try to downplay it.”

gojo nodded fervently in agreement, his grip on your hand now almost protective, his eyes filled with concern. “yeah,” he echoed quietly, “you can't just brush it off like it's nothing. sweetie, it's not... it's not right, to be thinking about stuff like that all the time.“

geto leaned in closer, his own hand still holding yours gently, “please, sweetheart, understand that we're not just worried about you doing something you'll regret. we're worried about the fact that you even think about it at all.”

they both exchanged glances, their expressions a mixture of worry and helplessness. they wanted more than anything to take away the darkness in your mind, the shadows that haunted your thoughts. but they knew it wasn't that simple. gojo spoke up again, his voice hesitant but sincere. “we're not trying to shame you or make you feel bad about it. we just...”

geto cut him off, unable to contain his own concern any longer. “we just want you to be healthy. mentally, emotionally, physically. and those thoughts... they're not a part of being healthy, sweetheart.”

you let out a deep sigh, the weight of their words settling heavily on your shoulders. you looked at them both, a mix of resignation and confusion in your eyes. “so, what do you want me to do?” you asked, your voice soft and tired. “i’m not sure what you expect from me right now. I don’t want to worry you, but these thoughts are just part of how my mind works sometimes.”

you searched their faces for guidance, hoping they could help you find a way to navigate through these thoughts while still feeling understood and supported.

gojo's expression softened even further at your question. he squeezed your hand reassuringly, silently pleading with you to understand that they were only trying to help.

“we're not expecting you to change overnight,” he said quietly. “we just... we want you to know that it's okay to talk about these thoughts. to tell us when they're there.”

geto nodded in agreement, his own expression filled with empathy. “we're not asking you to pretend they don't exist. we just want you to share the burden, sweetheart.”

“you don't have to go through it alone,” he added quietly. “we want to support you, to help you carry the weight of those thoughts when they're too heavy for you to handle.”

gojo nodded, his gaze never leaving yours. “we're here when you need to talk, no matter how dark or intrusive those thoughts are. we're not going to judge you, or think you're crazy. we just want to be there for you.”

you looked at them both with a mixture of gratitude and calm acceptance. “i know that,” you said softly, your voice steady. “that’s why i’m not scared of my own thoughts. i’m aware they’re there, but i also know you’re always here for me. you’re the ones who would stop anything that might hurt me.”

you gave them both a reassuring smile, the weight of their concern grounding you. “it’s comforting to know that I’m not alone in this. i appreciate everything you do for me, and it helps more than you realize.”

you squeezed their hands gently, hoping to convey your appreciation and the deep sense of security you felt with them by your side.

gojo's grip on your hand strengthened, the tightness of his expression fading slightly. he could see that though you still harbored those dark thoughts, the reassurance of their support was helping to give you some measure of comfort.

geto's shoulders relaxed slightly as well. he had been so tense with worry, but your words and touch were like a soothing balm, soothing his anxiety and making him feel a little less helpless.

gojo spoke up again, his voice soft as he searched your gaze. "do you promise us something, sweetie?"

you looked at gojo with a mix of curiosity and warmth, sensing the sincerity in his voice. “what is it?” you asked gently, your gaze steady and attentive, ready to listen to whatever he needed from you.

gojo squeezed your hand a little tighter, his expression serious. "promise us you'll come to us whenever those thoughts get too loud, okay? we don't want you to suffer in silence, even if it means waking us up in the middle of the night."

geto nodded, his own eyes imploring. "yeah, sweetheart," he added, his voice soft but firm. "we want to be there for you, and we can't do that if you keep it all internalized."

you looked at them, your eyes shimmering with gratitude and warmth. a soft, genuine smile spread across your face as you took in their earnest concern. the depth of their care touched you deeply, more than words could convey. it was one thing to understand that everyone had intrusive thoughts, but their level of concern for your well-being and mental health was profoundly comforting.

you nodded slowly, the smile on your lips growing. “okay,” you said softly, your voice steady. “i promise. if it gets too much, i’ll come to you. i won’t keep it to myself.”

you reached out, gently squeezing their hands in return, letting them feel the sincerity of your promise. “thank you for caring so much,” you added, your voice filled with emotion. “it means a lot to me, more than you know.”

gojo exhaled a breath he hadn't even realized he had been holding, his expression visibly relaxing at your promise. he could see the determination in your eyes, the assurance that you would reach out to them when needed.

geto's shoulders eased further, the tension draining from his body as well. he smiled softly, his grip on your hand tight but affectionate.

"we care about you, sweetheart," he said softly, his voice filled with genuine concern. "you're so important to us. we just... we want you to be happy and healthy, in every way possible."

gojo's gaze softened as he looked at you, a mixture of hope and concern in his eyes. he shifted slightly, his fingers still gently holding yours. “sweetheart,” he began cautiously, “are you open to the idea of going to therapy? it might help to talk to a professional about these thoughts and feelings.”

geto nodded in agreement, his expression serious but compassionate. “yeah, therapy can be really beneficial,” he said softly, his eyes reflecting the same hope and concern as gojo’s. “it’s a safe space to work through everything and get the support you need. we’re here for you, but having a professional to talk to could really help. we just want you to be as healthy and happy as possible.”

you looked at them with a gentle smile, your eyes softening as you asked, “if i go to therapy, will you both be less worried about me? will it make you happy to know i’m getting help?”

you were genuinely seeking their reassurance, hoping that taking this step might ease their concern and show them that you were taking their worries seriously.

gojo was taken aback by your question, his expression filled with surprise. he had been expecting you to protest, to resist the idea of therapy, but your openness surprised him.

geto's expression mirrored gojo's surprise, but his eyes brimmed with relief and gratitude. "yes, sweetheart," he said, his voice gentle and sincere. "we would be so happy and relieved if you went to therapy. it would make us feel better to know that you're getting the support and help you need. it's not that we don't trust you, but it's... it's about your well-being."

you nodded, a warm smile spreading across your face as you squeezed their hands gently. “okay, then,” you said softly. “i’m willing to give it a try. if it helps you both feel better and supports me, then it’s worth it.”

gojo's face visibly relaxed at your words, the tension in his shoulders easing. he smiled warmly, his eyes sparkling with relief and gratitude.

geto's expression mirrored gojo's, and his grip on your hand tightened slightly with affection. "thank you, sweetheart," he said softly. "this means a lot to us. we just want what's best for you, and we're so glad you're willing to give therapy a chance."

you didn't really feel like you needed therapy, but seeing how much it meant to gojo and geto made you reconsider. if that was what it took to ease their worries and show them that you were taking their concerns seriously, then you were willing to give it a try. their happiness and peace of mind mattered a lot to you, and you were ready to take this step for them.

you smiled warmly at their reactions, feeling a swell of affection for them. “i know,” you said softly, “and i appreciate you both being so understanding and supportive. i’ll make sure to take this step seriously.”

you could see the relief and happiness in their expressions, and it made you feel a deep sense of connection and gratitude. gojo's smile widened, his eyes sparkling with gratitude and relief. he gently squeezed your hand in return, his grip firm and comforting.

geto's expression mirrored gojo's, and he gently rubbed his thumb over your knuckles, a gesture of reassurance. "we're so glad you're open to it, sweetheart," he said softly. "just keep in mind, not every therapist is a perfect fit. if the first one doesn't feel right, don't be afraid to try someone else. therapy is supposed to be a place where you feel safe and understood."

gojo's eyes lit up with a warm, reassuring glint. “we’ll find the perfect therapist for you together,” he said, his voice brimming with determination. “and don’t worry about the cost. we’ll cover it. you deserve the best support, and if that means getting a pricey therapist, then that’s what we’ll do.” he squeezed your hand gently, his smile unwavering, showing just how committed he was to making sure you got the help you needed.

geto nodded in agreement, his expression reflecting the same determination and commitment as gojo. "yeah," he said softly, his voice filled with unwavering certainty. "money is not a concern when it comes to your well-being, sweetheart. we'll make sure you have the best therapist possible, even if it means paying more. your happiness and health are worth every penny."

you chuckled softly, feeling a warm, affectionate glow at their insistence. you nodded again, your smile genuine. “alright, baby, alright,” you said, your tone tender and playful. leaning in, you pressed gentle kisses to both of their cheeks, the gesture filled with gratitude and love. it was your way of showing just how much their support meant to you.

both gojo and geto's faces flushed a little in response to your tender kisses, their eyes sparkling with affection and appreciation. they smiled warmly at your gesture, their cheeks still slightly warm from the touch of your lips.

gojo chuckled softly at your response, his expression affectionate and adoring. “we just want to make sure you have all the support and care you need, sweetheart,” he said, the determination in his voice replaced with tenderness and warmth.

geto nodded in agreement, his own expression softly mirroring gojo's. “we'll do everything we can to make sure you're happy and healthy,”

you smiled warmly at their heartfelt words, feeling deeply touched by their commitment and care. “thank you,” you said softly, your voice filled with genuine gratitude. you nodded, your smile widening as you added, “i really appreciate everything you're doing for me. i'm happy,” your eyes sparkled with affection as you leaned in to rest your head gently against geto's shoulders, savoring the comfort of their support as your hands entertwined with theirs.

both gojo and geto felt their hearts tighten a little at your words, their commitment to your well-being strengthened by the obvious affection in your eyes. they smiled warmly in return, their own expressions reflecting the same genuine gratitude.

gojo reached up, gently stroking your hair as you leaned against geto, his touch gentle and reassuring. geto's arm wrapped around you, pulling you closer to his side as he felt the weight of your head against his shoulder.

gojo's eyes softened with a playful glint as he looked down at you, a tender smile on his lips. “how about we take a break from all this and go on a date tomorrow?” he asked, his voice light and inviting. he leaned in to kiss your hand gently, his touch warm and affectionate. “let's ditch the teaching for a day and just focus on us. what do you say?” he looks at you and geto for a second before back to you.

geto chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and agreement. “yeah,” he said, his tone light yet teasing, “a little break from all this academic nonsense wouldn't hurt. let's go on a date tomorrow, just the three of us.”

he glanced at gojo, a sly smile playing on his lips. “and if there's any teaching involved, it better be about the art of seduction, not mathematics or jujutsu.”

“what do you think, sweetheart?” gojo reached out and gently took your other hand, his grip firm and affectionate.

he chuckled softly, his voice filled with a mixture of amusement and excitement. “yeah, a break from teaching and jujutsu is long overdue,” he said, his eyes sparkling.

“we'll take the day off and focus on nothing but you,” he continued, his gaze firmly fixed on you, “no students, no curses, just us and a day of fun and relaxation.” geto nodded in agreement, his own smile mirroring gojo's. “sounds like a plan,” he said, his voice warm and affectionate, “a day of pampering and affection, just the three of us.”

you snorted at their playful banter, a giggle escaping your lips as you nodded in agreement. “i like it,” you said, a bright smile on your face. you squeezed their hands gently, feeling the warmth of their affection and the excitement for the upcoming date. “i'm looking forward to it,” you added, your eyes sparkling with anticipation.

both gojo and geto chuckled at your reaction, their smiles widening at your agreement. they squeezed your hands in return, their grips firm but affectionate. gojo's eyes sparkled with anticipation as he grinned. “great,” he said, his voice filled with excitement. “we'll plan out the perfect date for you, sweetheart. it'll be a day filled with fun, romance, and lots of attention on you.”

geto nodded in agreement, his own smile mirroring gojo's. “yeah,” he chimed in, his voice warm and affectionate, “no one will be ignoring you tomorrow.”

“we'll make sure you feel loved, appreciated, and the center of our world,” gojo added, his eyes sparkling intently. geto chuckled softly, his tone playful but sincere. “and don't even think about protesting or saying it's not necessary. we're spoiling you tomorrow, whether you like it or not.”

you giggled excitedly, scrunching your nose and squealing with delight. “okay, okay!” you said, your excitement is palpable. “i can’t wait! I’m really looking forward to it.”

your happiness and enthusiasm were evident, and both gojo and geto couldn’t help but smile even wider at your reaction. they exchanged pleased glances, their hearts warmed by your joy.

both gojo and geto felt a surge of affection wash over them as they saw your excitement visibly spill out in your giggling and squeals. their expressions softened, a mixture of fondness and tenderness in their eyes.

gojo chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement, “you're so cute when you get excited, sweetheart. it makes me even more eager for tomorrow.” geto nodded, his smile mirroring gojo's. “uh-uh,” he agreed, his tone affectionate and lighthearted, “our date is going to be something special, seeing this reaction is already worth every bit of effort.”

gojo reached out and gently poked your side, a playful smirk on his lips. “and we're going to make sure you don't forget this date anytime soon,” he teased, his voice filled with lighthearted mischief.

geto chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement at gojo's antics. “yeah,” he said, his tone teasing as well, “we're gonna leave you so spoiled, sweetheart, you'll be begging for more attention.”

gojo chuckled at geto's remark, their banter light and affectionate, “yeah, but tonight is all about relaxation and good company.” he gave your hand a gentle squeeze, his gaze flickering between you and geto with a soft smile. “how about we find a cozy spot and put on a movie? we can order food in and just unwind for the rest of the evening.”

geto nodded in agreement, his expression filled with lighthearted satisfaction. “sounds perfect to me,” he said, his tone relaxed, “a quiet evening at home, just the three of us. i could really use some chill time after the week we've had.“

he turned to you, his eyes glittering amusedly. “what do you say, sweetheart? up for a movie night with takeout and cuddles?” you nodded eagerly, a wide grin on your face. “okay, okay!” you exclaimed, already brimming with excitement. “I’m going to choose the movie!”

you pushed away from the table with a burst of energy, practically bouncing up from your chair. without waiting for a response, you dashed towards the living room, eager to pick out the perfect movie for the cozy night ahead. gojo and geto watched you go with affectionate smiles, their hearts lightened by your enthusiasm.

gojo chuckled softly, his expression filled with affectionate amusement as he watched you dash off towards the living room. his eyes softened as he watched your excited retreat, his heart warm with tenderness.

geto couldn't help but smirk a little, his own gaze following your path with a slight shake of his head. he looked at gojo, a mixture of affection and fondness in his expression. “and there she goes,” he teased light-heartedly, “can barely contain her excitement for a movie and takeout.”

gojo nodded, his own smile widening. “she's adorable,” he said, his voice filled with sincere warmth, “can't blame her, though. we're all in need of some relaxation after this week.“

he got up from his chair, stretching a little as he began following you towards the living room. “we'd better hurry up,” he said, his tone laced with playful urgency, “or she might start the movie without us.”

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yayll · 3 months ago

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Soo umm maybe angsty request but a reader who works at the agency but misses her old life? Like, family or her old self. If you wanna and like the idea!! Have fun💕

i know this is a thousand yrs late and i am so sorry abt that but also. thank you for trusting me w this request i rlly took it to heart and i cracked these damn knuckles and hopefully wrote something you'll like :') i had fun, angel. MWAH.

- a little something about emotions and Dazai's way of perceiving yours ~

"Aughhh..."

You're groaning at your desk again, face down and resting your forehead on the cold wooden surface. Lately, it's been the same cycle. You come to work and the day goes by in a blink of an eye, and suddenly... There is nothing else to look forward to but to do it all again tomorrow. It's been tough, with the agency constantly bombarded with cases and quite literally saving the world, you've forgotten to call home every week like you used to. Now it's every other month, if at all.

There are times when you go on your lunch break and think about how ordinary your life used to be, how you used to spend your time doing the opposite of what you do now. Joining the agency was a wonderful turning point in your life and you wouldn't trade it for the world, but sometimes it felt like there was too much happening, you were falling behind and not connecting enough with the foundations that made you, you. It was an overstimulating nightmare.

Your co-workers were so talented and caring and it felt like a family with the way you all worked as a unit and watched out for each other, yet the intrusive thoughts about you never quite fitting in wouldn't leave your mind. Or your face, for that matter.

This is where Dazai knew he had to get involved.

He could tell your mind was elsewhere, and he hated that. You were supposed to be wherever he was, even if you didn't fully know it yet. He constantly perceived you from across the office where he slacked off work as usual, but this time it wasn't to await his next grand revelation... It was to figure out why you seemed so distant. So far, yet so close. You always laughed at his jokes and antics, all a part of his attention seeking persona around the agency, but he could hear the way your laugh seemed to die down in your throat as if it burned to even make a sound. He recognized it as the kind of burn whiskey left behind in his own throat when he had his occasional drinks at Lupin after a particularly hard day. Dazai knew the feeling of ruminating, of feeling stuck in the past and how it could keep you from existing in the present if not dealt with properly. But he wasn't exactly the shining example of dealing with one's feelings, not when he was a walking contradiction, which is why he hesitated to bring this up to you directly.

Of course, that didn't stop him from trying, not when you're groaning so adorably within earshot.

Not when he would do anything for you to drop that fastidious attitude that won't give him the proper time of day. It was pathetic and selfish of him, but it was sincere. With a fixed smile like a Cheshire cat, he prances towards your desk and stands there for a solid minute before you realize the familiar entity looming over you.

You slowly look up, dark under eyes are the first to properly greet him, along with that cute clip in your hair that's barely holding it all together. He thinks you look even cuter this way even if you were at your worst, and that made him feel a tad guilty... just a tad. He clears his throat softly as a deceptively cheerful voice pours out of him.

"Hi! You're looking awfully exhausted today."

You hum, a weak smile adorning your lips. You didn't want to smile at all, but it was a force of habit, so why not use it on the biggest clown you knew?

"Yeah? That's real observant of you, Dazai."

His heart races as you poke back, what a precious creature you were. He responds with faux indignance, rolling his eyes and the whole bit.

"Uh yeah, of course! It's why they pay me the big bucks, silly. You should try being like me sometime."

"Ah, is that the only thing I should try being? Not very original of me, I must say."

His smile drops to a more sly smirk as he shrugs, sighing dramatically while casting his gaze elsewhere for a moment.

You should try to be mine, he thinks to himself.

He doesn't deserve that honor, but it's the truth and he can always count on delusion.

"Eh, who cares about originality? That's what writers use as an excuse to torture themselves. It's no fun, You might as well jump off a bridge with me instead."

You raise an eyebrow at that, your fake smile becoming a bit more genuine now.

"I think I'll pass on that, Dazai."

He pouts, and you hate that he resembles a puppy with the way his eyes comically droop.

"Such a shame. I was hoping we could share that experience together. It would be quite the work bonding exercise, don't you think?~"

You nod, your voice laced with what he hopes is a playful retort, but it is much too deadpan.

"I'm sure it would."

"You know, you're surprisingly hard to torment."

You hum once more, shrugging as you look back down at the files on your desk, unable to hold his dark eyes that seem to penetrate your very soul.

"... Well I suppose I could say the same about you."

Before you know it, you feel his warm breath against your cheek, having leaned down to your level to murmur in your ear. It's velvety and far too intimate for the middle of the workday, tempting like the devil himself.

"Like I said, we could always drown our sorrows in the river. That always helps."

You slowly turn your head to meet his gaze, a slight flush begins to burn your cheeks and you wish you hadn't turned at all. It's sick the way every once in a while he'll test your boundaries to see if you'll let him in, if you'll see past the charm and the self destructive tendencies that might just seal his fate one day.

But you need him right now! And you clearly need a bit more of a push rather than just jokes, so he makes a point to grill you until you have no choice but to run into his hypothetical arms. In that instant, he catches your phone light up, the word 'MOM' is as clear as the red that spreads through your face.

Ah, so that's it.

"Seems like you should take that."

Your eyes widen as you flicker between him and your phone. Shit.

"Maybe later. I'm not really in the headspace for a call right now... Might go out for some lunch and get some air."

"I like air. Perhaps we can get some together? You might have too much and need someone to resuscitate you."

You snort softly and immediately feel embarrassed for being so casual out of your own human weakness. Yet somehow Dazai's ridiculous jokes always manage to get you to play along and forget that very embarrassment.

"CPR involves air, Dazai. You'd kill me in the process."

He clutches his chest, letting out a dreamy breath.

"Ahhh. Romantic, don't you think? I'd follow you immediately, of course~"

You shake your head as you stand up to walk out for your much needed reprieve from the inescapable thoughts you can't shake.

"You're impossible."

He stands back to give you your space and sticks his hands into his coat pockets, beginning to follow right behind you. He taps your shoulder when your back is fully turned to him, clearing his throat as he says your name in the most sinful way.

"Ahem. You forgot your phone."

You freeze in your tracks. You want to so badly do what your mind is screaming to do, but you can't bring yourself to do it. The battle between wanting to grab that bit of normalcy you miss and wanting to avoid it like the plague is the fear of the commitment to acknowledge it. You slowly turn to face him holding out your phone for you and yet again... It stings when he looks at you like that. Like he actually cares. It makes you feel drunk on the sensation of being seen on a deeper level, the butterflies in your stomach keep saying so. You sigh, and mumble back.

"Leave it. I don't need it right now."

He steps a little closer, way too close for comfort. His voice drops to a more serious tone, yet it's nothing but gentle, firm. It's a Dazai you don't think you've ever heard except when on a mission. Even then it always felt performative. But not now. He takes your hand in his bandaged one and holds it out for a moment with your palm facing up. His desire for you to make amends with your troubles is far more important than proper customs, so he needs to do this and do it now before you drown any deeper and he loses his self control.

He can save you even if you're too stuck in your own self pity to see the brightness of your own future. How you shine like a diamond in the rough, if only you'd just let yourself live in the now. He whispers to you.

"I think she'd like to know how you're doing. Family, they're the only normalcy you can have sometimes... Especially in this line of work. I think you know that."

You gaze into his dark eyes, and for the first time are not afraid to hold eye contact as you realize you actually want to hear more. Finally, a real piece of him is being shown to you?

"... Is that something you relate to, Dazai?"

He almost winces at that, a flashback of two friends he once considered family flash into his mind. Maybe today is a Lupin day. He could imitate your angelic laughter as the whiskey burns his throat. He hides all of this with a nasty little smirk, elusive as ever as he lies through his teeth.

"Absolutely not."

You seem a bit disappointed at first, but before you can dwell on it too much, your thoughts flicker back to the phone call you realize it might be time to make. Your mood is instantly different. Hopeful, even. Dazai places your phone in your palm, slowly closing your hand into a small fist. His hand lingers on top of your knuckles for a second too long, and you realize you are, in fact, unable to keep looking him in the eye like this or else you might just collapse knowing he'd catch you. The concept alone is intoxicating.

"I'm gonna take this, okay?"

His smirk softens, almost boyish with the way he instantly relaxes and reverts back to his usual self. The mood shifts back to how it felt before, and Dazai nods in reassurance.

"You go get some air. I'll be here."

He waves you off as you flash him one last smile before exiting the office. That'll keep him going for a while, he thinks. You look so beautiful when you're full of life, he hopes it rubs off on him too. He stands there for a long time in deep thought, simply smiling at the floor. At some point your hair clip fell out without you noticing, and so he picks it up, pocketing it. He'll consider this the consummation of your relationship.

An hour passes by and you walk back into the office, eager to tell Dazai about your call back home and how refreshed you feel. That he was right, and you wanted to share this new found perspective that he helped you approach and conquer. You find the office is completely empty, and when your eyes glance at your desk, there's a sticky note left on one of the many trinkets you display on it. You read it out loud to yourself.

"You long for the past, so perhaps we can recreate it. Maybe a nice long walk by the river, or we could always try a more private solution.

Either way, I'm at your mercy.

- Osamu"

You can't help but want to kick your feet at the little heart he doodled next to his messy handwriting and make a mental note to properly give him your contact info next time. You'd make sure to take a call from him, because you know he'd make it worth your while.

He always does.

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aventurineswife · 14 days ago

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I am…not doing so hot atm. 🙂‍↕️ Can I request a small short where Reader is going thru it and kinda just. Lying in bed. Buried themselves under the blankets bc they had a rough few weeks and that morning they just didn’t have it in themselves to crawl out of bed (totally missing breakfast and lunch…and maybe dinner 💀).

Uhhhhhhhhh not sure who to choose I’m thinking maybe Robin, Himeko, Jing Yuan or Welt? (Or anyone else from Star Rail.) Platonic or romantic it doesn’t matter.

No Rush, No Burden

Tags: Jing Yuan x Reader, Robin x Reader, Comfort, Emotional Support, Platonic Relationships, Gentle Care, Quiet Companionship, Soft Fluff, Slow burn, Tenderness, Quiet affection.

Warnings: Mentions of emotional exhaustion and fatigue, Non-graphic descriptions of being overwhelmed or burnout, Light angst (due to emotional struggles).

A/N: I'm so sorry to hear that! I hope you get well!! 🫂💖 Also just a quick reminder for others: Please don’t take this as an opportunity to exploit the idea or ask for something on the spot. My works are all scheduled and planned in advance, so I can’t keep rescheduling or accommodate last-minute requests. I appreciate your understanding and patience! Thank you!

The weight of exhaustion pressed down on you, heavy like the blankets wrapped around your body. You hadn't moved much today. Maybe since yesterday. You weren’t counting anymore.

The room was silent, save for the occasional rustle of fabric when you shifted. The outside world felt far away—too far to reach, and honestly, you weren’t sure you wanted to.

Then, there was a knock. Gentle, but firm.

You didn’t answer.

The door slid open anyway, the scent of fresh tea wafting in before the soft click of boots followed.

"Ah," a familiar voice hummed, light and thoughtful, like he had already expected this scene. "So this is where you've been hiding."

You barely peeked out from under the covers. Through the dim light, you caught a glimpse of golden eyes, sharp yet warm, watching you with quiet understanding. Jing Yuan, your ever-persistent guardian, didn’t seem surprised. If anything, he seemed… patient.

"I had a feeling," he murmured, setting something down with a faint clink. "You missed every meal today. Even the chefs started to worry."

You wanted to say something—maybe an apology, maybe an excuse—but the words wouldn’t come.

Jing Yuan merely sighed, but it wasn’t exasperated. It was the kind of sigh that carried familiarity, the kind given by someone who had seen this before.

Without asking, he settled himself at the edge of your bed, his armor creaking softly as he adjusted his position. Then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, he leaned back against the headboard and crossed his arms.

"I'm not here to drag you out," he said casually, closing his eyes. "The world will still be there tomorrow. Right now, though…" His voice trailed off, thoughtful. "I thought I'd keep you company for a while."

For a man with a reputation for being lazy, he certainly had a way of making his presence feel grounding.

You shifted slightly under the covers. “…You don’t have to.”

"I know," he said, his tone carrying a quiet smile. "But I will."

There was no urgency in his presence, no expectation. Just warmth. The steady rise and fall of his breathing, the occasional sound of fabric shifting as he got comfortable. It was… nice. Safe.

After a while, you felt the weight in your chest ease, just a little. Maybe you weren’t ready to get up yet—but you weren’t alone. And somehow, that was enough.

You weren’t sure when you fell asleep.

Or if you had even really been asleep at all.

The blankets were cocooned around you, your limbs heavy, your mind clouded by exhaustion. Time had slipped away, stretching into something intangible, and you had long stopped keeping track of meals or daylight.

But then, a soft melody began to weave through the silence.

It wasn’t intrusive. It didn’t demand anything from you. It was just… there. A gentle hum, carrying warmth and familiarity, wrapping around the room like a delicate embrace.

Robin.

Even before she spoke, you knew.

There was a faint rustling as she settled beside your bed, her presence quiet but unwavering. The melody lingered for a few more seconds before fading into the air.

"You don’t have to say anything," she said softly, as if sensing the struggle in your silence. "I just wanted to be here."

Something about her voice—smooth, melodic, laced with a tenderness she rarely showed in crowds—made your chest ache.

A pause. Then, a small chuckle.

"You know, I once did this for myself," Robin admitted, amusement laced with something more somber. "On nights when I felt too tired to face the world, I would sing. Not for anyone else, just… for me."

The air felt lighter somehow.

"You don’t have to do anything today," she continued. "Or tomorrow. Or even the day after, if you need the rest." A gentle touch against your shoulder, fleeting but reassuring. "But I’ll be here. If you ever want company."

Her fingers brushed against something on the nightstand. A plate, maybe? You caught the faintest scent of something warm—freshly baked bread, lightly sweet, something easy to eat even if you didn’t have the energy.

No pressure. No expectations.

Just care.

You swallowed thickly, your fingers twitching under the blankets. You weren’t ready to move yet.

But maybe, just maybe, you weren’t alone in this.

And that was enough.

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the-anime-enthusiast · 8 months ago

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MHA CHARACTERS TYPES IN WOMEN

#1 Katsuki Bakugou

KATSUKI BAKUGOU - PHYSICAL

He likes his women tall and strong (with a scary similar demeanor to his mother 😭). I'm talking 5'6 and up, might feel weird about dating someone taller than him, but the more the merrier⁉️ (I also bc he gets to be around 5'10 to 6ft whenever he finally finishes growing) 🙏

He FOR SURE fw chubby girls, like a lifter kind of chubby... Someone strong and with muscle but something on their bones other than skin yk?

For some this is unfortunate, be he would NEVER date a blonde 😭 He thinks it's creepy cuz he feels weird about dating someone blonde considering his mom's blonde too 😭 He wouldn't mind a darker, more honey blonde than anything, though 😌

He LOVES freckles and moles 😈 He questioned his sanity given Izuku has freckles whenever he found out he liked them, but always tries to keep it out of his mind cuz he'll get the heebie-jeebies again 😔 despite the intrusive thoughts, he loves to kiss them and point out how pretty they are everytime he gets the chance 🤗

He def has a thing for strong legs and a nice ass 🌚 BROS FS AN ASS MAN 😭 Loves just hugging you from behind and grabbing it, not even to be a perv it's just comforting in a weird way 😭🙏

He fw hips to 🙏😌 something to squeeze and kiss on when he's yk 😶‍🌫️ "downtown" 😶‍🌫️ following this he likes stretch marks too, rubbing them feeling the difference in texture on your skin 🤧

Going back to the strong legs 🙏 (and a lil on the chubby stuff) HE FW HEAVY ON THICK ANKLES it's so strange to him and makes him question whether he's sane or not, but he loves it. FS the weirdest thing he find attractive 🫡

He also appreciates some skull crushers 😈 Doesn't even have to be all muscles, just something squishy that's too big for his hand to wrap all the way around 😌

LOVES A BROWN EYED BADDIE ‼️ He loves the look of doe eyes staring up at him but the second your face relaxes and you look like a cold stone bitch he twitches a lil 🤭 (if yk what I mean) He can't get the gojo meme out of his head and gets the heebie-jeebies when looking into someone's blue eyes 😭😭 (monoma freaks him out))

KATSUKI BAKUGOU - MENTAL

You know how he didn't hold back on Uraraka? 😈 Yeah, he likes women who can hold their own against him and honestly that's all he asks for. Ofc he has other standards but something about a strong woman who's just as hard headed as him, really gets him going 🌚

Given he's had to calm down since the war, he appreciates a little bit of feist in his partner, but also a side of them that can be sweet and just as doting as he is 🤭

One of the main points of the people he takes interest in, are that they feel safe around him. 🫶He wants someone who will just fall in his arms at the end of a long day ranting on about work into his neck as he just sits there and listens 🌹 (occasionally chiming in on your coworkers you don't like 😈 )...

KATSUKI BAKUGOU - RANDOMS

He fucks with MUSICIANS HEAVVYYYYY 🎸🎶 You gonna bust out the guitar and strum along to his crazy good beats? HELL YEAH‼️ Maybe some bass to back him up? FUCK YEAH‼️ Gonna pull out your own sticks and out drum him?? DOUBLE FUCK YEAH ‼️Maybe even the clarinet to impress his dad? Hell. Motherfucking. Yeah. Any instrument and he's automatically impressed, he's learned from playing the drums just how much dedication and hard work goes into learning so he truly appreciates it 😈

LOVES FOODIES ‼️ "Hey babe I was thinking of trying that new katsu-" "You don't even have to ask" he replied dragging you to the car. He loves when people eat his food and compliment him on it (although he'll never admit it) so a GF WHO DOES THAT? SIGN HIM UP. 🎂

Low-key fucks with shy girls 😉 He loves outgoingness, don't get me wrong, but whenever they're behind closed doors and his gf gets all shy and scared to look into his eyes he practically melts (the thought of knowing that his gf feels the EXACT same way as him makes him puddy in your hands) 😈

PHYSICAL TOUCH ‼️GIFT GIVING ‼️ QUALITY TIME ‼️ HIS WEAKNESSES ‼️‼️When he can't find the words to tell you how he feels he'll use these to his advantage, hugging you from behind kissing your neck, bringing a lil Stuffie home for you when he knows your down, or just sitting in silence with your favorite TV show on 😌🙏 All that matters is that hes close to you or in your arms making you feel good when you otherwise cant 🫶

THAT'S IT THANKYOU BYYEE 🫶🫶

these are some head cannons for da best boi bakugou bc he's been my fav character for 6 years and what better way to celebrate than curate a list of my fav head cannons for him 🫶

(lemme know who I should do next 😉)

OKAY NOW ACTUALLY BYE BYEEE 😍😍

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This Week in BL - The Summer Games BLgin.

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top. Those Greeks did have that reputation for naked dudes rolling around together so I'm declaring it...

BL OLYMPICS!

I'll be passing out metals in various sporting events, as part of the weekly updates through mid August, just for funzies.

July 2024 Week 4

Ongoing Series - Thai

The Rebound (Weds Gaga) eps 9-10 of 12 - I guess mass murder is nothing next to having to raise funds for your basketball club. There were a lot of water sports in these eps (no not that kind). I’m not complaining. The street BB playoffs were fun. Frank is GOOD. I didn’t know he played. They aren’t using doubles for this. Meanwhile, it’s a bummer this one can’t be a poly romance.

Winner!

Gold in Handball

for that shower scene in ep 9 (also... ya know, DUNK TANKS)

Balls in hands of all types.

Briefly must chat about that intro/outro music. It's like Thai autotuned Stray Kids. Which means I kinda adore it.

Century of Love (Weds Gaga) eps 5-6 of 10 - I guess he’s had a long time to learn how to fight really really well. This is a fun show. It does occasionally feel like a bunch of gay boys playing dress up. I LIKE P’Third a lot. I hope he doesn’t turn out to be an actual baddie. I’m finding the music a little intrusive in these episodes. I love the deconstructed suits look, and the velvet blazer. Very 90s. The confessions scene was very cute. It’s a good thing Vee is so easy-going, because the last few months of his life have been truly insane. And now he’s queen of the castle? Still working his convenience store job?

I honestly thought we'd just get kisses halfway through not a full on sex scene. But it was very sweet and tender. Appreciated, boys, thanks. However it’s never a good sign when the sex scene is it at the halfway point, it just means there’s gonna be a lot of trauma to come.

(I gotta say every time Daou smiles he actually looks his age.)

This Love Doesn't Have Long Beans (Fri iQIYI) ep 4 of 8 - I like them now. I mean as a pair of characters. I wasn’t really sold on the main couple until this episode, and now I’m interested (yes I am shallow). The boy with the glasses is definitely sus. I’m quite drunk, thus I have to say Sailub is the hottest thing on my screen right now. Metas's taste in interior design sucks. OK, that physical therapy session was sexy. I wasn’t sold at first, but now I love this side couple too.

Argh. SailubPon kiss so well. Also COUNTER LIFT!!!!

Silver in Weightlifting

Sunset X Vibes (Sat iQIYI) ep 7 of 12 - I’m the one who always says this stuff, but this pair might be the best at relationship heat. Let me try to explain. They are good at putting on screen the kind of NRE, want to bone, just really into each other physically and also connected and loving. It’s the way their bodies always arch towards each other. They’re very comfortable in each other’s space in a way that’s really rare to see out of Any BL country but Taiwan. I think they might be my favorite couple currently active. I don’t know how to put it except that

it looks like they want each other,

it looks like they like each other,

it looks like they’re into each other,

and it looks like they GET each other.

It’s nice to see on screen. The plots/stories/narratives that they're given aren’t doing them any favors, but man they’re a good pair. Meanwhile, was I screaming the whole time don’t rip the sample of the custom piece? Yes I was. But it was still sexy.

Sam getting discovered was fun! Yo is gonna burn his arse good.

My Love Mix-Up Th (Fri YT) ep 8 of 12 - Okay! Officially boyfriends. I almost like the friendship btw Atom and Mudmee better than the romances. But they all so cute.

The Trainee (Sun YouTube) ep 4 of 12 - I hate the gf intern so much. I think she is past redemption now - time for death. What is it they say about ADs? they do all the work, for none of the credit but all of the blame.

Knock Knock Boys (Thurs Gaga) ep 10 of 12 - I guess Peak’s dad really is that awful. Jane is the beard? Got it. The show got suddenly quite sweet and complex. Where did that come from? Meanwhile ,Almond + Latte + sex education is awesome. Great trope we rarely get in BL.

Love Sea (Sun iQIYI) ep 7 of 10 - Look, what’s really annoying me is that I am neither upset nor pleased with the show. I like to be driven one way or the other by Meme. Trash watch here. (delayed this week, I can't face it)

I Saw You in My Dream (Weds Gaga) ep 1-2 of 12 - Out the gate I don’t like it. I don’t really like the teasing thing and the acting is poor. That said, neck kisses in the very first episode do make me happy. So I’m gonna keep watching. As for ep 2, I like the sides, and we have gay brothers trope activated. I also like the paranormal element, it adds some much-needed tension, but it is still a little slow (typical of a pulp).

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

I Hear the Sunspot AKA Hidamari ga Kikoeru (Japan Weds Gaga) ep 6 of 10 - I like our poor lost puppy slowly figuring out what’s going on. It’s so elegantly done. Also, the the boy begs his quiet seme to SAY something, you know he’s gonna DO something instead.

I could have done wihtout the pan around the head kiss. We over that, 8 years ago.

Takara's Treasure AKA Takara No Vidro (Japan Mon Gaga) ep 4 of 10 - Why don’t I like this show? I had to think about it quite a bit. It’s the power differential. I never enjoy it when the character with less power is the one doing the pursuing, it comes off as too desperate or something. In this case he is: from the country, poor, and younger, It just makes Takara’s dismissive attitude and snobbery unpleasant to watch. Also, you know me, =/= obsessive stalker behavior.

It's airing but...

Bad Guy (Korea YT) - yeah, erm, no thank you.

4 Minutes (Thai Netflix/Grey) ep... - Great, a rich boy studying business at uni, suddenly gains the supernatural power to see four minutes into the future. I try to catch up next week.

I have a source, but I simply didn’t have time to watch it. So sorry. Too much traveling too much BL to keep up with. A perfect conflation of conflicting priorities.

Meet You at the Blossom (China) - it's your funeral (or, more likely, one of the main characters'). You can argue but... statistics. You know my feelings on this matter. MY BLOG, remember?

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