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[moonlitxraven]

Flavor of the Day

If there was one thing that never failed Ranpo, other than his Ultra Deduction, of course, it was his sense of taste. No matter what the food or what the snack, Ranpo was always able to discern the subtleties of each and every flavor profile present. 

So when you switched over to flavored lip balms, he most definitely noticed. 

Even though he never said anything.

But you knew. 

And of course he knew that you knew too.

Because nothing could hide from his Ultra Deduction.

With that being the case, what was as simple as lip balm flavors developed into a whole new mode of non-verbal communication between the two of you.

Ranpo would describe your everyday flavor as a simple vanilla- something nice and light as you went about your day-to-day business, kisses tasting like complete normality and innocence.

When you wanted to change it up a bit, you chose a bright strawberry, adding a dash of lighthearted fun into your day. If you tasted like fresh berry, Ranpo knew you were in a good mood, open to spontaneity and adventure as you approached the world with an optimistic outlook.

Where strawberry kisses brought a smile onto Ranpo’s face, the sharp taste of spearmint left him with a scrunched up nose and the clear message that you wanted space. While his Ultra Deduction would always tell him when and why you would want to be left completely alone, the sting of concentrated mint he would catch as you turned your head away from his kisses was always another solid, more concrete sign.

If someone were to ask Ranpo which his favorite flavor would be, however, he’d shake his head in disappointment at your lack of simple understanding. 

How could the answer be anything ELSE?  Wasn’t it absolutely obvious?

He would never admit it though.

How his absolute favorite was your natural flavor, the taste of your bare lips as they brushed against his own. How obviously invigorating those early morning smooches felt, and how utterly intoxicating those late evening kisses reigned. 

Nothing could beat the taste of pure you, and Ranpo would be damned if your cherished kisses didn’t feel like coming home. 

Each And  Every  Time.

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Can you kiss me more?

Can you kiss me more?

If anyone were to ask, Bakugou would most definitely deny that those five simple words caused his brain to temporarily short-circuit. 

There was just no way that he, the great Lord Explosion Murder, would fall for the same kind of mushy shit all those other extras would. 

He was better than that.

But if you were to take a close look at his face, you would notice the way his brow twitched just a fraction at your simple request, the typically explosive expressions melting into something much more innocent.

“So cute…”

“OI!!! WHO THE FUCK-”

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4. “it’s okay, i couldn’t sleep anyways” - with ranpo? <3 take care! :D

When the sound of faint knocking makes its way through the Agency-issued apartment, Ranpo doesn’t stir. 

At all.

When the knocking persists, volume increasing with the short staccato, Ranpo turns over.

Covers his head with pillows. 

When the knocking stops and there’s a substantial pause before one last tap of hesitant knuckles against dark oak wood, Ranpo audibly groans.

There’s no choice but to get out of bed, so begrudgingly, he throws on his cape and steps into his slippers. 

He already knows exactly what he’ll be met with the moment that he opens up the door, and he dreads seeing you in such a state. 

You, worn down by the endless nightmares that plague your sleep each time you try to close your eyes.

You, seeking any kind of human interaction rather than subjecting yourself to another sleepless night.

“Ranpo, hi, I-” you start, about to offer an apology for disturbing the detective at 3:33 in the morning.

He stops you mid-sentence and you’re greeted to the rare sight of Ranpo’s eyes, their usual shining emerald darkened down to resemble the shady pines of his hometown. His stare lasts for half a second, a visual confirmation of each and every one of his deductions. 

Nonetheless, he welcomes you in warmly with a cheeky grin. 

“It’s okay, I couldn’t sleep anyways!”

thanks so much for the request and take care as well! <3

[moonlitxraven]

Hey! I saw your event and wanted to request 10 + Akutagawa perhaps? Thank you and have a good day :)

“Can I kiss you?”

While that simple phrase would have most blushing, cheeks flushed a lively pink, those four words strung together in that particular order made you suspicious.

Very suspicious.

Quickly, you did a mental recap of anyone Akutagawa could have been in contact with. You knew that the Boss had requested his presence in a meeting, and if the hushed gossip mumbled by the underlings were to be trusted, there was a high chance that a certain ex-Port Mafia Executive was also in attendance.

You wouldn’t put it past that sly excuse of a human being to come up with a plan that exploited not only the long-standing (and misplaced) devotion of your lone-wolf colleague, but also the feelings you may or may not have drunkenly exposed to the bandaged man way back in the day. 

Since then, you’ve learned your lesson about pacing sips and eating enough beforehand.

The way that Akutagawa awaits your response, absolutely void of any emotion would have made you laugh if that loaded question was asked to anyone else, but you were too skeptical to entertain the thought of locking lips just for the sake of it, even if it was for some kind of mission. 

There’s just no other explanation for why your anti-romantic colleague would utter those specific words to you.

Right…?

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"I'll do it for you."

If there is one thing that you dislike about showering before bed, it’s that you never seem to be able to stay awake long enough for your hair to dry completely. 

No matter how hard you may try to stay up, the next thing you know, above the Yokohama skyline the sun is up and shining while you’re underneath warm blankets with hair splayed out with weird waves and cowlicks all over the place.

Having to fix each out-of-place hair is always a hassle, especially when doing the ones on the back of your head that you can’t properly see or reach. 

Just as you’re about to start the pesky hairs that lay against your nape, you make eye contact with your boyfriend Chuuya through the large bathroom mirror as he moves to enter the bathroom to start his morning routine. 

“I see that bed-head strikes again,” he comments in a teasing tone, lightly wrapping a particularly stubborn lock of hair around his finger. You lean towards his touch slightly, while sticking out your tongue in playful protest. 

Though he rolls his eyes at your childish antics, you’d be blind to miss the loving smile that makes its way onto his lips as he casually holds a hand out for you to place the hair straightener in. 

“I’ll do it for you.”

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"You're important too."

Some days, you can’t help but wonder exactly what you were doing, working at the Armed Detective Agency of all places. You’re just a measly secretary, and one with no ability whatsoever at that. And eventually you deem yourself unnecessary in an Agency filled with spectacular individuals.

So when Dazai comes up to you as you wait for your resignation letter to finish printing, it catches you completely off guard. You’re used to being a wallflower at the Agency, an employee that everyone seems to always miss and look over in favor of something else more eye-catching or important. 

“Dazai-san,” you greet cordially, trying to mask the surprise in your voice.

He stares at you for a moment, and although your letter is still face-down in the printer, you swear that Dazai knows each and every word written on the page. He nods his head in response to your greeting, passing by the printer and grabbing the sheet that lay on the top- your resignation. Dazai says nothing as he then strolls to the shredder, running the paper through the machine. His actions have you frozen in place in both shock and confusion, but before you can so much as even try to protest, he’s walking away, leaving you with words that your ears strain to pick up on.

“You’re important too.”

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The first time Ukyo’s ears pick up the sound of your voice after 3,700 years of petrification, his breath hitches so quietly that even his own ears just barely register the noise. It’s been way too long since he’s last heard that familiar cadence and listening to you speak is like a warm welcome back home after months spent at sea.

He notices that you’re with the Kingdom of Science. Being tethered to the Empire of Might himself complicates the situation, but your laughter gives him hope.

3,700 years may have passed, but Ukyo still loves you all the same.

[moonlitxraven]

hi! can i request some poe relationship headcanons?? if not, its okay!! please, take care and dont forget to drink water ^^ (sorry for bothering you lol)

Hello! You’re definitely not a bother! Don’t forget to take care of yourself too and make sure to also stay hydrated!

✧ You would have to be the one to initiate the relationship because even if Poe has feelings for you, he wouldn’t take the step towards a relationship without you giving him a push first

✧ Being with Poe also means having to deal with Ranpo and the rivalry/friendship that the two have

✧ You’ll have to be ready to either go along with Ranpo’s impromptu whims and Poe catering to them, or you’ll have to stand your ground and tell Poe that you don’t want him leaving your side in the middle of the night just yet

✧ A relationship with Poe also means becoming like another parental figure to Karl, so be ready to help give the raccoon baths and keep the mammal away from food/trash he shouldn’t be eating

✧ Make sure you’re also prepared to be the subject of countless poems and stories because you’re going to be one of Poe’s main muses

✧ He’s very passionate about his writing, so if you ever ask to read anything he’s written he’d ecstatically take your hand and bring you over to one of the many reading chairs in his mansion

✧ Poe enjoys how you ponder over his mysteries and he absolutely loves every word of praise that you have to give, but he doesn’t do as well with criticism

✧ He doesn’t straight up brush you off, but he also doesn’t understand how his work could be flawed, especially since he’s a professional writer and you’re not

✧ He can also get a bit obsessive at times, wholly consumed by either his latest project, something Ranpo said, or even with you as his partner, but if you ever tell him that it makes you uncomfortable he’ll acknowledge your opinion and try to ease up on your behalf

✧ But overall, being with Poe is being in a relationship with someone who feels an overwhelming amount of unconditional love for you

Special thanks to our resident Poe expert @poeshoe for looking over these headcanons! ❤️

[moonlitxraven]

Washing Ranpo's Hair Headcanon

Inspired by @your-average-weeb-dealer's headcanon that Ranpo has sticky hair

You and Ranpo are in the bathroom and...

Ranpo’s in the tub taking a bath

Complete with bubbles and all his lil rubber duckies

And you’re there too but kneeling outside of the tub

Ranpo has his eyes closed with his head leaned towards you a bit

You’ve got shampoo in your hands

And you’re working it through his hair

Gently massaging his scalp as you make sure to do a thorough job

You want to get all the stickiness out

But even when you finally do you don’t stop just yet

It’s nice to be able to play with his hair like this

You find the mindless motions relaxing and Ranpo does too

Running your fingers through the clean strands of dark black

Playing around a bit with the soapy suds and the running water

But also the general sight of his hair being down due to how wet it is? 👀

And fuck now I’m just thinking about that picture of them at the onsen 😫

*ahem*

Anyways

Ranpo usually hates washing his hair

But you know he complains about it mostly because he knows you’ll eventually take care of it

“You do a better job anyways, so why would I do it myself?” he rhetorically asked when you brought it up the first time

He really really just prefers when you do it

Ranpo, please 🖐😭

You know he just loves all the attention

Heaven forbid you accidentally get shampoo or conditioner in his eye though

He’ll complain about it all day

And absolutely won’t be quiet about it

Everyone at the agency AND all the clients will be hearing about it

You better get some sweets or candy or something to make up for it

But moving on

He’ll be talking about his day the whole time the two of you are in the bathroom

Complaining about how incompetent the police officers who called for his help were

How the solution was so obvious even if they just opened their eyes and used their brains for once

Not that he should be saying anything since his eyes are almost always closed 🙄

But you’re there

Listening to every word he's saying

Nodding at the right time

Gasping at the right time

Asking all the right questions

Basically hyping him up

And he absolutely loves it

(And you too ❤️)

No one asked for this but I was inspired so oh well lol

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“Oi, turn that shit off and stop bawling your fucking eyes out.”

Slowly you blinked warm tears away and refocused your sight on the blond haired male in front of you, almost as if bringing yourself back into reality from a hypnotic daze. You weren’t sure exactly how you had fallen into this emotionally vulnerable state, but the mellow melody of the guitar riff softly playing in the background did absolutely nothing to help shake off the depressive state.

The wave of nostalgia threatened to drown you, bringing back memories of your childhood when life was much kinder and you could actually afford to be carefree. As tempted as you were to dwell in the past, you knew from experience that it would only cause you more pain.

Letting out a tired sigh you silenced the audio, turning around to face your boyfriend afterward, hand on your hip and right eyebrow raised expectantly.

“So do I get a hug to help me feel better too or was that all you came in here to tell me?”

Though Katsuki rolled his eyes in response, you could tell by his at-ease posture and ever-so-slightly softened expression that he wasn’t completely opposed to the idea.

With a breathy chuckle you took your time walking up to your boyfriend, wrapping your arms around his torso and burying your face into the warm fabric of his black hoodie.

Taking in a slow breath, you let yourself relax in Katsuki’s safe embrace. You could feel the way his fingertips tapped absentmindedly against your shoulder blades in no particular rhythm as he let you live in your little moment of security.

“Thank you for this,” you whispered into the crook of his neck, placing a chaste kiss over his pulse point.

The way he scoffed at your blatant show of affection brought a laugh to your lips, a laugh that faded out into a loving smile as you felt, more than heard, your boyfriend mumbling into your hair.

“You better not get used to this kind of shit, fucking dumbass...”

the audio

[moonlitxraven]

Ranpo jealous of/pretending to be Levi Headcanon

I’ve been thinking a lot about Ranpo recently and I got an idea. I wasn’t sure how to flesh it out into an actual fic but I wanted to share it anyway so:

You know how Ranpo and Levi share the same voice actor in Japanese right?

It got me thinking, how would Ranpo react to his significant other being a Levi fan?

Well...

Imagine that AOT exists in the BSD universe.

You’re a big fan of the series and you’ve been keeping up with it ever since the manga came out.

While you’re invested in a whole bunch of the characters, ever since Levi came onto your screen in episode 9 you’ve been a total simp for him.

You love this man. 

So much.

Like you would do anything for him.

Especially if it meant that he could get some peace and finally be happy. 

And to be able to open up his little tea shop.

That’s all you want, for him to be happy.

But it also doesn’t hurt that he’s super attractive and an actual adult like you are.

Fast-forward to a couple of years and now you work part time at the ADA as a regular office worker.

One thing leads to another and you somehow find yourself the significant other of one Edogawa Ranpo.

Such a cutie.

Absolutely adorable.

And he’s as sweet to you as the candies and treats he loves to snack on.

Though you have your own apartment, the two of you might as well be living together with the amount of time that the detective spends at your place.

He says that it’s more convenient because you both work at the same place so you can easily be his guide, but you know that he’s just a needy boyfriend who thrives on getting your attention.

It was only a matter of time before he picks up on your love for AOT and Levi especially, and even though he’s Yokohama’s greatest detective...

He doesn’t get it.

How can you be so emotionally attached to a character that wasn’t even real?

Especially one as vulgar and violent as the Survey Corps captain.

Like, were you just completely blind to that man’s habit of kicking people in the face or...?

And what was with that grumpy attitude?

You’ve never even really seen that man smile anyway.

It’s always a glare here and a glare there.

Ranpo doesn’t understand.

But anyways.

Ranpo craves your attention and he does not like the fact that some 5′2″, 30 something year-old-man with an obsession with cleaning is getting it all instead of him.

He sees all the different accounts dedicated to Levi that you follow.

He sees you on your phone scrolling through countless edits.

He sees the way you take a deep breath and bite your lip at fanart.

He sees the username of your own account...

...and thankfully it has nothing to do with Levi or any parts of his anatomy.

If it did, he would’ve used his super deduction to guess your password and change the username himself.

From what he’s seen, you’re not the worst Levi fangirl out there.

But the way you take forever to watch an episode because you’re pausing on the man every other minute is still annoying.

You should be praising him on how many cases he’s solved instead of being in awe at how easily the captain defeats those creepy Titans.

He knows you spend a lot of time on tiktok and he wouldn’t mind as much...

...if it weren’t for the audios that seem to repeat themselves over and over again.

Ranpo has heard so many of the different Levi ones that they get stuck in his head too.

And at first he’s annoyed because why would he want another man’s voice in his head.

But one day while playing with a ramune marble he comes up with an idea.

A brilliant idea.

He knows that you not only find Levi’s looks attractive, but his voice too.

It’s another thing Ranpo doesn’t fully get because in his opinion, his voice is much more pleasant to the ears.

But he picks up the key phrases that always seem to pop up anyways.

Oi, oi, oi, oi.

Matte, Matte.

Naniteru.

Kokoda.

And the one that everyone seems to be losing their minds over these days:

“...kamona.”

You’re washing dishes the first time you hear that phrase come out of his mouth, and 

Oh.

My.

Gosh.

You drop a porcelain plate.

Thankfully it fell into the sink that was half-filled with water but still.

Your head whips around to face him and you’re met with a gaze so familiar that it’s almost like you’ve come face to face with Levi himself.

Except for the fact that the eyes staring into your soul are a piercing emerald instead of a steely grey.

“Tch, clumsy brat.”

Your jaw drops.

That is not the sweet tone of your boyfriend.

What you’re hearing sounds exactly like Humanity’s Strongest Soldier.

A perfect match.

Your mind goes blank.

Ranpo keeps his eyes on you for just a moment longer before they’re closed off once more, and you finally remember to breathe.

You watch him grab a pastry off the table, lean on the hind legs of the kitchen chair, and take a large bite out of the treat as crumbs fall to the floor and a smidge of chocolate stains the corner of his lips.

He chews thoughtfully, head back and face pointed towards the ceiling as he finishes off his snack in another two quick bites.

And then he grabs another.

The man’s attention has totally shifted and you can’t help but shake your head.

You never thought the day would come where your 2D love and 3D love would blend together, but...

...you’d be lying to yourself if you refused to admit how much you found it attractive.

I’ve never really written anything in this kind of format before so I hope this was okay!  😅

[moonlitxraven]

chuuya x reader comfort where the reader (female or gender neutral idm) went through **xual abuse as a kid? your choice, i understand if you’re uncomfortable to mention it. ly <3

Hello love, thank you so much for the request! I hope these are alright  ❤️

Trigger Warning(s): Childhood S*xual A**se

✧ After a particularly bad day, you open up to Chuuya

✧ He stays quiet and listens carefully to each and every word you say, but you can see the way his fist clenches and you swear you can feel the gravity getting heavier around him

✧ Just the thought of you being touched without your consent makes his blood boil

✧ When you finish telling him everything you’re comfortable sharing, he takes a deep breath to control his anger

✧ He promises you that he’s here now to protect you so you won’t have to worry about that kind of abuse happening ever again 

✧ Chuuya wants to know what you’re comfortable with and what you’re not, so he would ask about your boundaries and the best way he can respect them

✧ After the two of you finish talking, he’ll ask if it’s alright for him to touch you

✧ If you say yes, he’ll pull you into a gentle hug and he’d place a sweet kiss on your forehead

✧ If you say no, Chuuya will respect your decision 100%

✧ Overall, Chuuya does his very best to support you and you always feel safe and loved knowing he’s there by your side

If I need to add another tag, please just let me know!

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Of Essay Compositions

Title: Of Essay Compositions Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin/Attack on Titan Relationships: TA! Levi / College student! Reader Rating: T Word Count: 500 words

Previous Part 

Summary: When Levi questions the methods you use to write the essays you don't feel like doing.

Two empty bottles of liquor.

Half a cheeseburger.

And a handful of fries.

At the very least, you had the mind to make sure your stomach wasn’t completely empty as you imbibed on the alcoholic beverages, so that was one less thing for him to call you out on. You were actually working this time, which came as a slight surprise compared to last week, with the click-clack of your keyboard filling the room as you continued to type away at whatever essay you were currently working on.

If he had to take a guess, the assignment was probably for the class you dreaded the most.

“I just don’t understand anything,” you would always complain to him, a huff of frustration leaving your lips as you glared at whatever chunk of reading your professor had assigned for the week.

And don’t even get him started on the absolute murder that burned in your eyes whenever you’re faced with the apparently “bare-boned, pathetic excuse for a syllabus” your professor had so “graciously” given out.

While being in graduate school is a pain in the ass, Levi doesn’t miss the superfluous bullshit that you as an undergrad still had to deal with.

With a roll of his slate-grey eyes, Levi turns to his own stack of reading, pen on the standby for whatever annotations he may need to take. Being as familiar with your writing habits as he was, it was only a matter of time before you would ask him to read over your essay for a second perspective on what you had written.

“Write drunk, edit sober,” you had told him the first time he pointed out your questionable method of essay composition, grinning widely as you felt a slight warmth in your stomach from the cheap bottle of wine you had picked up from the grocery store after finishing up your last afternoon class.

“I’d rather shit myself than edit whatever jumbled up mess of an argument your mind comes up with,” was his dry response, blinking blankly at the digital document you had opened up and so proudly placed in front of him.

He remembered how you rolled your eyes at him, giving him a small “tsk” as you shook your head.

“Don’t worry,” you drawled with confidence, taking a small sip of the now room-temperature bottle you had slowly been drinking from all night.

“I’ll take care of all that boring stuff later. I just need you to read over this and tell me what you think.”

While he had his initial doubts at the quality of your writing, the surprising coherency of the essays made your request bearable and even somewhat enjoyable as he flustered you with pointing out whatever errors or inconsistencies you happened to make.

Would he be trying out your method any time soon for his own work?

Most definitely not.

But as long as you kept yourself in check, he could spare the time to look over whatever you needed him to.

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Of Salty Tears and Steadfast Convictions

Title: Of Salty Tears and Steadfast Convictions Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs (with mentions of AOT) Relationships: Nakahara Chuuya/Reader Rating: G Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: !!MAJOR SPOILERS FOR AOT S4 E8!! No matter what kind of pain you were in, you could always find comfort in your boyfriend Nakahara Chuuya.

Author’s Note: This episode completely killed me so I ended up turning to one of my comfort character to try and make myself feel better about. This is written in the 2nd person/"your" pov, but it's really just selfish content.

“Eren… Sasha only died because you dragged the Scouts into this.”

…

“T-that’s it? Hahaha…. There’s no way… they can just… end the episode… like that… right?”

You don’t know what to think. Your mind feels completely blank, a stark contrast to the overwhelming pain that seems to be suffocating your heart. As much as you want to refuse what you had just seen, the tears streaming down your face tell a completely different story.

It’s real.  They finally animated it. Sasha’s dead. She’s not coming back. She’s gone….

The thought brings a fresh round of tears back into your eyes. Sure, you had kept up with the manga, reading every single chapter as soon as soon as they were released, but actually watching the manga come to life through actual animation just made everything that much more real. 

You don’t know what to think. You don’t know what to feel. 

You know that everything you’re watching isn’t real. None of it is real. 

There are no Titans.  No Paradis, no Marley.  No Warriors, no Scouts.  No Levi, no Jean, no Connie.

No Sasha…

But the truth of it all being fabricated does nothing to ease your heart. If anything, it makes you feel that much worse.

I mean, who cries over fictitious characters… Hahaha right?

You.  You’re the one who cries over fictitious characters. 

And as it was right now, you were crying hard. 

You sit alone in your darkened room, barely lit up by the weathered grey of the “To be continued…” on your laptop screen. Blinking twice, your body feels as though it's on autopilot. You didn’t mean to, but still, you move to grab your phone, fingers naturally dialing a number you have long ago memorized.

“Hello?” 

His voice stands out clearly against all the chatter you hear going on in the background. Just hearing the confused tone of your boyfriend brings about another wave of salty tears and you can’t stop the half-sob that escapes through your lips. 

“C-chuu…” you stutter, voice breaking on the single syllable. You happen to glance over at the time from the corner of your eye and although you know you should feel bad for calling him during the Port Mafia’s normal hours of nightly operation, you can’t bring yourself to care at the very moment.

“Babe?!” the ginger-haired man calls over through the line, voice laced heavily with concern. 

“Are you okay?! What’s going on?!” 

Now you start feeling bad. You’re worrying him. He’s at work, for crying out loud. So much to be done, yet he was on the phone with you. Nonetheless, you’re still extremely grateful that he answered your call.

“It hurts…” you pathetically answer into your cell phone. Despite the amount of self-loathing you feel at your weakness, your hands don’t stop shaking as you grip onto the small electronic device like a lifeline. 

You can’t just expect him to come running to you whenever you need him to. As much as you want him to. As much as you absolutely do not want to be alone right now in the pain you’re feeling from a single episode. 

“I’ll be right there,” Chuuya replies, reassuring you that you aren’t alone and even offering to stay on the phone as he makes his way over to your apartment. 

“Okay…” you respond meekly, trying your best to follow his instructions of taking deep breaths and focusing on your heartbeat. 

Your surroundings fade away as you listen to the sound of his voice, yet the pain of what you’ve just witnessed still lingers. It’s not as bad as it was before, but nonetheless, your heart still feels tremendously heavy. 

You’re not sure how much time has passed, but when you hear the sound of the front door being forcibly thrown open you slowly bring your head up and open your swollen-feeling eyes. You can hear Chuuya’s voice ringing through the small apartment calling out your name, and although you don’t have the strength to get up from your burrito blanket in bed, you make sure to call out to him so that he knows where you are. 

He flies through the doorway, flipping the switch to illuminate the room. Your eyes blink rapidly at the onslaught of the harsh light, and your head throbs from the unwelcome brightness. He’s panting in the doorway, and you guess it’s more from his own panic at your well-being because the Port Mafia executive is far from out-of-shape.

Chuuya stands there for a minute, taking in your weary appearance. You feel his eyes rake over your form, taking everything in from the way your face sags in grief to the still-wet patches in your blanket from those traitorous tears. At the very least you’re thankful that you don’t have snot running down your face. Another moment passes in silence before your boyfriend slowly starts to move towards your pitiful existence.

“Love…” he calls out softly, one hand reaching out and brushing away a lone tear from your eyes and the other makes its way around your waist to pull you into his chest.

“What happened…?”

Thankfully, you’re feeling much more calm now than you had been before. Maybe it was because of the time that had passed since finishing the episode, or maybe it was because the man that you never failed to feel safe around had finally arrived. 

Taking in a deep breath, you explain the situation to him, slipping in numerous apologies. Apologies for interrupting his evening, stealing him away from work, and bothering him with unnecessary worry.

Apologies that he gently shushes away, fingers never faltering in the way they thread through your hair in an attempt to bring you more comfort. Eventually you get everything out, sighing as you further relax into his warm embrace. 

“It was so stupid of me to call you,” you chastise yourself with a scoff, mind much more clear now that the fog of sadness had cleared up. 

Chuuya just scoffs in response. 

“What kind of boyfriend do you take me for?” he questions you in a dry tone, one eyebrow raising to disappear underneath the fine threads of hair that frame his face.

“Still,” you answer, “that doesn’t mean that I shou-”

He doesn’t let you finish your sentence as he tuts your rebuttal away. 

“Don’t I tell you to call me whenever you need me?” he counters, eyes pointedly staring at you as if to emphasize his words.

“You did,” you reply, “but that doesn’t mean I can go around abusing that,” you try to explain, hands coming out of your blanket to fiddle with the black fabric that crosses his chest.

You hear him let out a sigh before falling back into silence. You can tell he’s thinking about what to say next, as expressing his feelings verbally was something that didn’t come as easily to the male. 

“I’m glad that you called me,” he simply says, taking a moment to grab your face with a gentle hand and guiding it so that he’s looking directly into your eyes.

You can feel a blush starting to come on at his close proximity and the innate intimacy of the act, but you bite down on your tongue, knowing that he hasn't finished talking just yet.

“Don’t hesitate if you need me,” he continues in a serious tone. “Ever.”

Maintaining his gaze, you can’t help but be mesmerized at the way his eyes shift in color from bright azure blue to cool gunmetal grey underneath the lights of your room. 

“Alright,” you answer him, breaking eye contact to nod your head along to his words.

You watch as a slight smirk briefly makes its way onto his features before he goes back to being serious.

“I want you to promise me. Even if it’s something small, I want to be the kind of boyfriend that you can depend on, no matter what happens,”  he adds, voice genuine as he shares his desires with you.

The pain that once held your heart captive before washes away by Chuuya’s earnest words. You feel the warmth of his love blossom there instead, and you’re quick to place a loving kiss onto his lips. From the blush that makes it onto his face, you can tell he wasn’t expecting the sweet gesture, but he leans forward to steal another from you either way. 

“I promise,” you whisper into his lips as the two of you slowly separate. 

Since you had been keeping up with the AOT manga you were more than aware of the fact that there was only more pain to come in your future, but at the moment, you paid those thoughts no mind. Your words bring a smile that lights up his face, which in turn brings one to your own. Once more, you’re grateful for having met the man that was Nakahara Chuuya, and with him by your side, you were certain you would survive whatever hell Isayama Hajime has planned out. 

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Piercings

“OI! Watch where you go around poking that thing! It fucking hurts!”

“You’re the one who came to me asking for it, so just stay still!”

Begrudgingly, you had to admit that Tachihara did have a point.

You were the one who randomly decided at 1:30 in the morning that you wanted a piercing, and being too lazy to head out and find a shop to fulfill your spur-of-the-moment urge, decided to ask the Black Lizard commander for help. You knew that the man sported a couple piercings himself, so you reasoned that going to him was a safe enough bet.

If worse came to worst and you got an ear infection, you would just get one of the medical professionals that the Port Mafia employed to treat you.

Taking a deep breath, you held still as you let the golden-eyed male do his thing and before you knew it, it was done. It looked pretty good, and you were definitely happy with the results.

“Thanks,” you grinned at Tachihara, and offered to fill out some minor paperwork for him in gratitude, but he just shrugged you off, saying not to worry.

“Are you sure?” you asked, just to make sure and because you didn’t want to end up owing him in the future.

“Actually…” he drawled, changing his mind.

“What is it?” you prompted, raising an eyebrow in suspicion at his tone.

“Next time you want a piercing, just let me know and I’ll take care of you.”

My mind decided that it wanted to write at midnight and came up with this so... I apologize 😭

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Can I request Chuuya Headcannons with a S/o who has Autism, no pressure tho

Thank you so much for the request! I did a bit of research since I’m not that familiar with the topic, but if there’s something I need to change or I could improve please let me know so I can fix it! 

✧Chuuya had never dated anyone on the Autism spectrum, so at first things might be a little tense as the two of you adjust to being in a relationship

✧He wants to educate himself so he can accommodate you and be the best partner possible

✧Whenever Chuuya gets the chance at work, he’s reading through articles

✧If you happen to be free at the same time, then he’s asking if you’d like to meet up somewhere and he asks you any questions that he has directly

✧Eventually, you fall into a dynamic that works well for both of you

✧Being an Executive in the Port Mafia comes with an intimidating reputation and people are usually too scared to tell Chuuya what they actually think so he really appreciates how direct you are when you speak to him

✧He absolute hates it whenever people start to act differently around you and he’s not afraid to call people out or even fire them on the spot

✧While Chuuya isn’t the clingy type, he does enjoy skin-to-skin contact and other forms of affection

✧If this makes you uncomfortable, he would respect your boundaries and the two of you would find another way to show your love for each other

✧Dating someone with Autism would be a constant learning experience, but he doesn’t mind and Chuuya loves you nonetheless