content: smau - satoru crashing out in the chat because of something you did
warnings: kms joke (satoru is dramatic)
note: the way that i had a mini crashout bc of something my cat did while i was writing this...maybe satoru and i have more in common than i realized...
content: smau - various jjk members dealing with your (unprompted) cursed memes
featuring: satoru, suguru, sukuna, kento, choso, megumi, yuji
warnings: slightly suggestive in some of the memes (oops) and cursing. can be read as platonic or romantic
note: these memes are all from my pinterest collection >:-) also this took so long ;-; worth it <3
content: smau - how megumi responds to your request that he act as your boyfriend
warnings: none really! megumi has a lil bit of an attitude and is a man of few words (lol). can be read as platonic or romantic
note: fyi again when i write for younger characters i am aging them up so you're texting an Adult Megumi. i'm sort of back from my hiatus so stay tuned!!!
content: smau - how sukuna responds to your request that he act as your boyfriend for a night
warnings: none really! can be read as platonic or romantic
note: im writing this prompt for many more jjk characters so stay tuned!!! this prompt is so silly and irresistible to me <3
content: smau - how satoru responds to your request that he act as your boyfriend for a night
warnings: none really! can be read as platonic or romantic as gojo is delusional either way <3
note: im writing this prompt for many more jjk characters so stay tuned!!! this prompt is so silly and irresistible to me <3
content: jean x gn!reader | 2.2 k | jean knocks on your door once again, in need of comfort and care.
warnings: angst, cursing, mentions of alcohol, mentions of light wounds, yearning, jean is oblivious and so is reader <3
note: i just can't get enough of writing angst for aot. mayhaps i will do a part two because this is open-ended. mayhaps i will let this scenario rot away in my brain. only time will tell.
update: read part 2 here!
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there it was again. that familiar knock on the door. normally, no matter how many times you promised yourself you wouldn’t react, it would still give you butterflies. you always knew what it sounded like when he was coming up to your door. despite yourself, you loved how it sounded when he was near. every time, for just a moment, you relished in how it sounded when he was coming to you, how it sounded when you knew he wanted you. needed you.
tonight, there were no butterflies. you would’ve been relieved, but it wasn’t because you were suddenly over him. you were just plain angry. worn out. frustrated that the jean you’d see when you opened the door would not be happy. burnt out from being the one he comes to after he chases her and ends up empty-handed. hollowed out from the many nights you gave him everything you had to make him feel better, only to have the shattered version of him back at your door a few days later.
“hi jean,” you opened the door, naturally stepping to the side for him to make himself at home.
he must not have noticed the lack of energy in your greeting. if he did, he decided not to address it. instead, he smiled–only a little–and asked you how you were. you lied. you asked him, and at first he lied too. part of you wanted to leave it at that. let the tension of words almost spoken surround you until you both lost yourselves in whatever would distract you best. then you saw the blood on his knuckles, and every part of you couldn’t let that go.
“jean,” you frowned, eyes grazing over the split skin and freshly forming bruises, “what happened to your hands?”
his cheeks reddened, and he looked away, mumbling, “nothing. i just…i tripped is all.”
“do you really expect me to believe that?”
jean fiddled with the hem of his shirt, too scared to look at you. even he knew he would crumble the second he looked at your face. jean was never a great liar to begin with, but you always managed to get the truth out of him without even trying. it was unfair, if you asked him. how was it that you of all people made him say everything he thought he could never tell anybody? how was it that, no matter how hard he tried, he would always end up baring his soul the second you looked at him?
“jean,” you sighed, walking over to grab first aid supplies, “you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. but can you please tell me what injuries you have, so i know how big of a mess i need to clean up?”
he flinched but still followed you like a lost puppy. something in your tone stung. he felt a pang of guilt, even more so when you pulled up two chairs in order to take care of him, bloody knuckles and broken heart, once again, without forcing him to tell you why he was like this.
“it was stupid,” he scoffed, gently placing his hand in yours as you began cleaning his wounds, “i wasn’t even supposed to go to the party tonight. but then connie heard from sasha that mikasa would be there, and i haven’t seen her in a while, so i guess i thought it’d be fine if i showed up for a little bit. to just…talk to her, you know?”
you nodded, keeping your gaze focused on your task, “was it ‘fine?’”
he laughed a little, “yeah, that’s why i showed up here, half drunk and beaten up. it went reeeaaaalllly well, so i figured i’d come and tell you about it.”
“wouldn’t be the first time.”
another sting. jean looked away, paused, cleared his throat. he wondered if explaining himself would make you talk more…normally. more like your usual self.
“i kept my distance for the most part. i was just hanging out with connie, but then i overheard some guy talking rudely to mikasa. like, despicable stuff. she was telling him to back off, and he wouldn’t. he was grabbing her, and she was pushing him away, and he wouldn’t stop, so i thought i should step in. help out, i guess.”
you reached for the bandages and mumbled, “yeah. her knight in shining armor, without fail.”
“armor probably would’ve been helpful,” he half-joked, “turns out i was biting off more than i could chew. he was a lot stronger–and more violent–than he looked.”
“it seems like it,” you sighed, grabbing his other hand to start the process all over again, “what did mikasa do after this?”
jean’s cheeks reddened again, and he shifted uncomfortably in his chair, only stilling when he remembered you needed to finish your work. his voice got quiet, somber.
“mikasa…she…well, she thanked me. but she was the one who actually ended the fight, so she told me that if i hadn’t have butted in it wouldn’t have gotten to be so bad.”
“hah, yeah, i can agree with her on that.”
he frowned, “what do you mean? did i do something wrong by trying to protect her from some creep?”
you rolled your eyes, “no, jean, you didn’t do anything wrong.”
“then why,” he leaned forward so you were looking at him and not his hand, “why are you mad at me?”
“i’m not mad at you.”
jean shook his head when you pressed your mouth into a straight line. as much as he couldn’t hide the truth when it came to you, you could never lie to jean either.
“bullshit. clearly i fucked something up, or else you wouldn’t be talking to me like this,” he paused, reading your face for some kind of sign, one that he couldn’t find, “was i being a jerk by pushing that guy away from her? was i overstepping boundaries? was i being just as much of an asshole as him, treating mikasa like she couldn’t take care of herself?”
you bit the inside of your cheek, holding your breath as you wrapped the last bandage. you looked at his face, scanning it for what needed to be mended. you exhaled when you turned back to the first aid supplies. you spoke once you started addressing the cuts on his cheekbone.
“maybe it was a little rude of you to step in when mikasa was telling him to back off, given that we both know she can hold her own. but i wasn’t there, so i can’t say anything about that.”
“okay,” jean sighed, a little relieved that he at least wasn’t an asshole in that way, “but why are you angry?”
“i’m not angry, jean.”
“you only say my name like that when you’re mad at me, you know?”
“wow, i guess you do pay attention to me after all,” you snapped under your breath.
“what do you mean you guess i pay attention to you?”
“nothing. it was just a stupid comment.”
you glued your eyes to his cut, but he grasped your wrist when you tried to apply the ointment, “please, will you just tell me what you’re thinking? i didn’t come here to fight with you. i don’t want to fight with you.”
you scoffed, “of course you didn’t come here to fight with me. you only ever come here after fighting. or after someone hurts you or after mikasa rejects you or after you get so drunk that you can’t make it home or after you get so overwhelmed by heartbreak you don’t know where else to go. why would you fight me when you need me to comfort you after mikasa–or anyone else, for that matter–won’t?”
he flinched openly. you clenched your fist to stop yourself from flinching too. the silence that spread between you was an opportunity to take it all back, to apologize, to call it a slip from exhaustion and stress. so you opened your mouth, willing yourself to say sorry somehow. willing yourself to say anything that would cover up the truth behind your harsh words.
“jean, i’m sorry,” you pulled your wrist from his grasp, but you kept your eyes on him, “i didn’t mean for it to come out like that.”
his brow furrowed, clearly unable to wrap his head around your words, “what did you mean for it to come out like? what are you saying?”
you exhaled, surprisingly sharply, “i wasn’t planning on saying anything at all. i guess i’m just tired of it.”
“of what? of me?”
your heart tightened in your chest at the thought, at the hurt in his expression, “no, jean, i’m not tired of you. i’m tired of watching you do stupid shit, over and over, for someone who doesn’t see you the way you see her. i’m tired of watching you stumble through my front door, broken one way or another, like clockwork. i’m tired of patching you up when i know you’ll come back with fresh wounds a day or two later. mostly, i guess, i’m tired of watching myself act just like you.”
there it was. the one thing you were hoping you wouldn’t say tonight, the one thing you were hoping you would never say.
“acting…” jean’s eyes frantically searched yours, “just like me?”
you laughed bitterly, turning away, pretending to look for more ointment, “of course you wouldn’t notice.”
“y/n, please–i don’t understand. well, i get what you’re saying about me and mikasa. i know it must be annoying to watch me pine like an idiot over her. i know she doesn’t want me, not like that, but i can’t help it. i’m stupid. i’m delusional. but i…i would never think you were like that. you’re the one who saw through me from the start, so it’s hard to believe you could do the same thing.”
“yeah, i thought i wouldn’t do that either. but here i am. it’s ironic, isn’t it?” you chuckled, “i’m scolding you for pining like an idiot over mikasa, taking care of her and cleaning up her messes when she doesn’t ask, despite the fact that i’m doing the exact same thing for you.”
jean looked like a deer caught in the headlights, “for me?”
somehow, through all the embarrassment, you had it in you to look him in the eyes and answer, “yeah. for you.”
he looked away, brow furrowed as he did calculations in his head. tried to piece the puzzle together. the silence was too heavy, and you were too spent, and all you wanted to do was curl up and hide from everything you admitted, so you offered him an out.
“jean,” you huffed, “i can’t believe i have to spell it out like this, but you’re making my head hurt. i like you. i care about you a lot, even though you don’t care about me in the same way. that’s never stopped me because i guess we’re both just idiots who don’t think about what we’re doing to ourselves when we’re doing something for the person we want more than anything in the world.”
jean stared at you, wide-eyed and jaw dropped. the gears turning in his head were nearly audible, putting everything into place. all the moments you looked at him like you could cry when he was rambling about how much he wanted her, ranting about some asshole who he fought for some dumb reason, or any time he was making a complete and utter fool of himself. he never thought to ask why you looked at him like that. he realized you were right–he didn’t think, didn’t notice things right in front of him, no matter how obvious they were. now you had given him a lot to think about–probably too much, considering that he had been an idiot this entire time, not just about mikasa, but about you.
“you’re all patched up now.”
he jolted, like you had snapped him out of a dream, “oh, uh, thank you.”
you nodded, “yeah, any time. clearly.”
he watched you as you packed up the first aid kit. he really looked at you, and his chest felt heavy when he saw the care with which you put everything back in its rightful place. how many times had this same scene played before? how many times had he said thank you without knowing exactly how much gratitude he owed you?
“y/n?”
“hm?”
“i’m sorry.”
he was already walking towards the door when you looked up. you stared at his back, stood up, ready to say something to get him to turn around. you were pissed, sure, and yeah, you wanted to be alone to wallow in your feelings, but you still didn’t want him to leave yet. you always, always wanted him to stay just a little while longer.
he must’ve heard your thoughts, because he turned around, smiled, albeit wistfully, “thank you again. i’ll get out of your hair tonight. but i’ll see you tomorrow, yeah? if you still want to see me, of course.”
somehow, this was the moment that made you tear up. you swallowed, blinked a couple of times, and nodded.
“i’ll see you tomorrow, jean.”
he nodded. he slipped on his shoes. he smiled one last time as he gently shut the door behind him. you stood there, quiet and wondering what the hell was going to happen next. little did you know, jean had his back pressed against your door and was wondering the exact same thing.
content: smau - "this is literally us" texts
warnings: none!
note: my friend asked me to do this prompt with yuji and megumi, so here we are ! not an original idea by any means since they asked me to do this after reading the prompt on this post ! also yes im neglecting a different fic blog to post on here ?? my silly little shout into the void continues >:-)
content: smau - how yuji responds to your request that he act as your boyfriend to get you out of an uncomfortable situation
warnings: none really! some light cursing, yuji is sassyboots, can be read as platonic or romantic
note: fyi when i write for yuji (and other younger characters) i am aging them up so you're texting an Adult Yuji. im writing this prompt for many more jjk characters so stay tuned!!!
