#bungo stray dogs comfort

[the-comfortcorner]

How you're feeling is okay, you know that? Situations can be overwhelming, and sometimes you just feel numb instead of feeling angry or sad. It's normal, and it happens. It's happened to me before,e too. So don't you worry about a thing. I'll be right here by your side until things get better. Does that sound alright? -Nakahara Chuuya

[xo-cuteplosion-xo]

"More Than Enough".

My works on Tumblr are here

Synopsis: comfort fic for those suffering from feelings of inadequacy with g/n reader.

Character(s): Dazai

Warnings: Comfort fic see synopsis

Words: 837

Request

Evening lights flickered dimly beyond the curtains of the room. It's late, and there is nobody else settled in the home. Completely alone with thoughts. It’s been ages since these thoughts spiraled like this. Ages… What if he finally decided you weren't enough? That there was something wrong with you? So utterly and totally wrong with you? What if he up and left without a word? How could you be enough for him? You're so… just average. How could you be enough for Dazai of all people? He’s attractive and charismatic. He’d make anybody happy, so why you? What are you worth to him? You hate it… he's just so perfect, and you feel so little, so imperfect.

These thoughts tend to plague your mind, and yet there’s nobody to turn to or there may be, and yet you chose not to turn to them. These thoughts spiral through your mind over and over, and yet there is nothing you can do about it. Nothing you do seems to help the struggle of fighting such thoughts. 

The sound of the door creaking around two should be a source of excitement, and yet these thoughts of being inadequate tear you down. Your excitement comes: but is broken by the little whispers rambling in your head. You try to toss yourself to sleep, to avoid confrontation, but a slender, almost bony hand runs down your back, softly running over your spine. “You’re still awake?” He tilts his head as you turn to face him.

His eyes settle on your face, and his expression softly changes. Concern slips past his carefully placed mask as it drops before you. The only one he ever seems to feel genuine things with. You looked so fragile in the moment, as if one wrong poke to your skin could shatter you. “Yeah…” Oh how he knows the mask you try to lift so well. It’s so common, so well-known and so easy to see. Of course, this is because he does that very thing to hide himself from the world.

He sits beside you as you lay there on your side. His hand softly runs over your head, playing with your hair softly. “Something's wrong. I’ve been noticing things lately, but… I didn’t want to push or press.” He’s caring with you. He wants to make sure you are alright. The only one he is like this with. “You’re worth enough to me for me to be here, so… what’s on your mind, Belladonna?” He waits for you to sit up to fidget with your hand and perhaps tear up slightly.

“Am I enough? I just...” Your voice trails up as he pulls you to him with a heavy sigh. These thoughts of yours, he wishes he could erase them. To have you never think so closely about such wrong thoughts. And yet he understands the feeling. Certainly, with you, he knows it as well.

He keeps you close, held to him like you would leave. “More than enough. You’re more than what I deserve. You’re perfect in every aspect. You’re appearance, style, voice, everything. I love you Y/n… I can’t help. I know that these thoughts eat away at your brain and that I can’t help more than a few words… but perhaps I may ease them?” His words aren’t stupidly soft or panicked; he's not the emotional type, but he tries. He desperately clings to you. “Whenever these thoughts start to bother you, come to me, and I’ll try to ease them, even if only a bit.” He leans to peck your cheek with a little smile. He has trouble expressing himself, but it’s easier with you. 

Dazai hates the idea of you leaving without him. He wants to keep you close to him and make you feel secure. “I just… I’m not half as good as you at things… I’m not good enough.” What’s left unsaid is easy for him to see. Beneath the strangled words you force from your throat to the avoidance of your eyes from him, there’s so much anxiety. Not half as good as him, it seems you want to say such words. Yet, here he is with you, a wonderful and attentive lover. Here he is with you in his arms, when his fingers are permanently dyed red and his blood sits stained mafia black. You deserve the world at your fingertips.

“You… Y/n… You deserve the world. Anybody you desire, you deserve. Any accomplishment or achievement you earn through your efforts is deserved. Please, you work so hard. You’re enough, you have always been enough.” There are no other words he has other than to pull you close. To keep his arms tightly around you. His shower can wait… everything in the world can pause for you. You’re all he ever needs, perfect in your own right. Enough… you’re more than enough for those who cross your path. Anybody who knows you should be honored, because...

 You’re so much more than just enough.

[sugawarassoccerlover]

safe haven (Dazai x gn!reader)

murrhehhehehe this was the “project” @simpin-for-sugawara, hope you enjoy >:)

warnings: idk, crying? reader has had some bad days. alcohol is mentioned

this was rushed as fuck I’m sorry

“Hey there buddy, you doing alright?” the bandaged man spoke as he sat down next to you.

“Mhm,” you mumbled, 

“Woah, did you just ‘mhm’ me? Something must be seriously wrong here! Come on, you know you can tell me! After all, I am Dazai, the most trusted-” 

“Okay, okay, I get it,” you cut him off, laughing. “Life’s just been a little. Not so fun lately, you know?” 

Dazai propped his arms up on the table, head on his hands as he gasped overdramatically. “How horrible!” 

You rolled your eyes. “It’s not that horrible, Dazai. Just some bad days.” 

His face suddenly turned serious. “You’re not happy, so it is. Well,” he sighed. “If you’re not going to tell me, I’m at least not going to sit around and let you be sad!” 

“Wha-huuHhh?- DAZAI LET GO OF ME-“ you shrieked as you were grabbed by the wrist and dragged to your feet.

While he lead you out of the Agency’s office and down to the street, he didn’t answer any more of your questions. He was strangely silent, which was unusual for him. Dazai was usually so predictable, but yet a complete mystery to you. The path he took you down was familiar to you, but you couldn’t quite guess where you were going. It wasn’t until you were in front of his place that you realized he had taken you to his place. 

He unlocked the door, gesturing for you to step inside. You did, and he followed, then leading you to the kitchen. He fetched a bottle of merlot, popping off the cork. “I figured a good glass of wine would do the both of us some good, no?” 

You chuckled to yourself. “You are too much, Dazai.” 

“Aww, love you too,” he smirked as he poured both of your glasses. 

He brought you over to his couch, sitting down and gesturing for you to also. You say next to him, his hand smoothly and comfortably going to rest on your leg. You gave him a side glance as you sipped your wine. 

He began to ramble, about nothing at all. About his latest schemes, his ploys to mess with Kunikida, about Atsushi, about his work in the agency. His voice, his stories, no, he made you smile. You found all of his antics to be endearing. He found a way to make the less enjoyable parts of life to be far more enjoyable, and you loved him for it. 

“Hey there, you think you wanna tell me why you’re crying?” Dazai’s voice cut through your thoughts. 

You felt the wetness on your face as you came back to reality. Dazai was studying your face with a concerned look. When you didn’t reply to him, he sighed, moving the hand on your leg to go around your back, the other over your shoulders, pulling you to his chest. Your face rested on his shoulder, wide blank eyes shedding tears onto his coat. 

You really weren’t quite sure why you were crying, wether it was the weight of the world, or the contrast of the comfort of Dazai’s home compared to your own, or both. You knew one thing though, Dazai made you feel safe. 

“‘M fine, Dazai. I just… I just need a moment,” you said through your tears.

“I’d give you more than a moment, dove,” Dazai murmured into your hair.

“Charmer,” you muttered.

“Love of my life,” he replied. 

“My significant annoyance.” 

Dazai chuckled slightly, pressing soft kisses to the top of your head. His hold on you was firm, yet gentle. He wasn’t going to let go of you, but certainly wasn’t going to keep you trapped either. Somehow, everything felt right when you were like this. Your tears began to dry, and your breaths evened out. The world was uncertain, but the one certain thing you could rely on was this safe haven in his arms. No matter how unsteady, you would always be able to find refuge with Dazai. He was home.

It wasn’t long before your emotions had zapped away your energy, and you yawned.

“A bit tired there, love?” Dazai asked, brushing a strand of hair from your face. 

You nodded sleepily. 

“Fall asleep then, I’ll be here when you wake up.” 

[xandrikart]

I've been in a BSD mood lately. Sadly it involves me thinking about those two and then crying at least once a day.

[originalartblog]

enough debate on the subject. everyone wants to be the little spoon.

[lotus-pear]

DO YOU THINK IF I DRAW THEM ENOUGH THEY'LL COME BACK :((

[underthetree845]

chuuya taking his hat off to hide when he kisses his partner 🤭

Hello saturn lovely! Sorry this took me so long to finish TwT I love the prompt, but as you know writer's block hit me kinda hard the second semester of school so over the summer I've been trying to get back into the swing of posting once in a while!

Hope you enjoy <3 thank you for the request! _

Kiss Me Hard Before You Go

Nakahara Chuuya/Reader (oneshot request)

cws: fem! reader, established relationship, bungou stray dogs s5 spoilers, meursault arc spoilers, fluff, hurt/comfort kinda? there was a little hurt, reuniting, airport reunion, ada dazai, reader cries about 2.5k words summary: Chuuya disappeared on a business trip for three whole days with no explanation- and no one would tell you why. Now he's returned to japan and back in your arms. a/n: This is my last fic for the summer before school starts aaa qwq I'm glad I was able to finish it before the semester starts though! *sigh* am I really incapable of writing something like this without accidentally creating so much plot? Anyways, hope you enjoy! <3 divider credit: (x) (x) ‧˚₊•┈┈┈┈୨୧┈┈┈┈•‧₊˚⊹ Chuuya had never considered himself to be a very possessive man; or a possessive boyfriend, for that matter. Protective, sure, but how could anyone expect him not to be? He understood, probably better than most, the risks that came with even so much as associating with a person in his position. It made Chuuya’s stomach churn unpleasantly to even imagine putting you in any sort of danger, so he used his position (along with the power and assets that came with it) to take certain preventative measures. The penthouse you shared was equipped with state of the art security, a technological system truly fit for an executive of the Port Mafia. Additionally, in case you ever needed to travel long distances without him, Chuuya often kept a trusted chauffeur on call. This individual also happened to be a professionally trained underground bodyguard of his personal selection. Even so, Chuuya knew you had a good head on your shoulders. He trusted that you would try to keep yourself out of trouble, or call for him at the first sign of it. It didn’t matter if he was on the road, halfway through a private meeting, or in the middle of pummeling down an enemy organization. Chuuya had always been a man with his priorities set straight. Not even Mori’s notifications were set to come through on silent mode. Coming home to you at the end of the day, allowing you to soothe away the crease between his brows, your voice uttering sweet nothings against the shell of his ear. You had become his lifeline, irreversibly carved your name into every cell of his body. He’d do anything to erase your pain, and it was making his heart break more than anything to know that he was the cause of the salty tears now streaming over your lash line. Chuuya did his best to hold back an ‘oof’ when you threw your frame into his own, burying your sobs in the crook of his neck. He was immediately overwhelmed with the scent of your perfume, the familiar feeling of your body against his own, the softness of the sweater you wore, and the glimmer that never seemed to escape your eyes. The red colored contacts from earlier had given Chuuya one hell of a headache, which only added to the pressure from taking off and being stuck in one of the mafia’s smallest private jets with the most insufferable jackass he’d ever met and some hair dye obsessed casino manager passed out on one of the couches. Chuuya’s gloved fingers almost trembled as they gripped the fabric of your shirt. He lifted a hand to cradle the back of your head while the other remained planted firmly on your lower back.

Sakaguchi Ango, if Chuuya remembered correctly, stood a few yards away. He simply observed the situation from afar, as if he dared not insert himself into the scene. A government agent whom Dazai used to maintain his connection with the outside world. Ango stood with one hand folded neatly over the other behind his back, the faint ghost of a smile residing behind his glasses as he watched Dazai reunite with his fellow agency members. The brunette walked on a crutch, but the uncharacteristically tired look in his eyes brightened ever so slightly when he was swarmed by his coworkers. Chuuya continued to hold you close, patiently waiting for your sobs to die down enough for you to be able to speak coherently. He loosened his grip slightly, removing one of his leather gloves behind your back and bringing that same hand up to cup your face. A whisper of your name left his lips, and your teary eyes finally refocused to meet the warmth of his own. “Chuuya… how could you just leave?” your voice cracked; he could see the hurt in your eyes. Guilt crept into his chest, eyebrows knitting together as you subconsciously leaned into his palm. This was exactly the sort of thing Chuuya promised himself he’d never do. You were the absolute number one priority in his life. There was no doubt in his mind; he didn’t want there to be any doubt in yours either. “I know, Doll, ‘m sorry, it was never my intention…” he muttered, allowing you to rest your hands on his chest. “I know that’s a shit excuse, but I’ll make it up to you, I swear.” A beat of silence passed, the indistinct chatter of the agency fell on deaf ears as you zoned in on the man in front of you. His breath, the way his eyes searched your expression, how you could once again feel the warmth of his skin against your own. “You’re not hurt, are you?” your voice was pricked with concern, hands gentle as you cupped his jaw and turned his head from side to side. Chuuya let out a breath, fondness flickering in his irises at your concern. “Barely a scratch,” he murmured, and you seemed to accept his answer. “Chuuya,” you started, and his gaze locked onto yours. He voiced your name in response. “I need you to promise me something, please?” “Anything.” 

You bit your lip. Your mind told you it was a selfish request. You understood, probably better than most, how unpredictable your boyfriend’s line of work could be. But you had accepted it as an adequate price to pay for his love when the two of you started seeing each other, even more so when you moved in together. He was yours, you believed it with every fiber of your being. Chuuya had told enough stories of his old work partner for you to gather that the two had never exactly been the chummiest of pals. So the fact that they cooperated for this mission must’ve meant that it couldn’t have been a minor dilemma. You understood why Chuuya made the decision he did, and that it was probably just as difficult on him. Albeit, that didn’t make your feelings any less real. Your heart reminded you of the unconditional love and comfort that Chuuya always offered you. You knew he’d never intentionally hurt your feelings, especially not without talking it out and making up for it in some way afterward. “Doll…?” he barely breathed, giving you all the space you needed to voice what was on your mind. You took a deep breath. “Don’t… please don’t scare me like that again,” your voice wavered as you spoke, “Everything on the news is scary. And every time I watch it all I can think about is the fact that you’re out there.” You took a moment to glance at the group of Armed Detective Agency members on the airport runway to your left. One of the so-called terrorists you heard about on the news stood amongst the group about ten feet away from where you watched. The world was confusing, and scary, but there was a certain security in your heart that told you as long as you had Chuuya by your side, everything would be okay. “First you’re leaving before sunrise and staying out late on special missions, and I get it, I really do…” you felt a lump beginning to form in your throat, threatening to make you choke over your words, “but then you just leave on a business trip to Europe without so much as a ‘goodbye, I’ll be home soon’? And I have to find out from a call from your boss? I didn’t- I still don’t understand what’s happening. Do you know how scared I was? That I might not ever see you again?” Chuuya’s thumb swiped away the teardrop that ran down your cheek, his eyes trailing over your expression. “You’re right, it’s not fair… I don’t think I could ever apologize enough,” he began, his hold on you tightening slightly, “All that I can ask is for you to understand. I can explain everything to you when we get home. And I promise, I’ll do my best to not leave you in the dark so suddenly. It was an urgent mission, but it must have been scary. You’ll never have to feel like that again, not if I can help it.” Chuuya’s face softened, the corners of your lips curving up slightly at his sincerity as he cupped your cheek. “Shit… you deserve so much better.” You stood there for a moment, just breathing. Soaking in each other’s presence as your heartbeat gradually fell back to its usual pace.

“My my, Slug, is this the lovely lady you were so eager to get back to?” a voice chimed from your left, and you turned your head to face the man at the same time Chuuya snapped his head in that direction. Your boyfriend clicked his teeth, pressing your body closer to his own. “What’s it to you, huh, Dazai?” Chuuya was clearly trying to suppress his irritation. He was doing especially well, considering the fact that he had been holed up next to Dazai on an airplane for the past fourteen hours. “I’m just trying to acquaint myself,” the man went on, a grin playing on his lips despite Chuuya’s glare, “As a responsible owner, I should at least make sure my dog is in good hands.” You tilted your head slightly, and Chuuya sucked in a breath. “You’re treading on some pretty thin ice, Mackerel,” he growled through gritted teeth, “Watch what you say around my girl.” The taller man only took a step forward, his eyes glittering in amusement, a sharp contrast to the hollowed out, almost dead look he carried earlier. “Oh? Holding back your more vulgar language around the lady?” Dazai hummed with mild intrigue, “Perhaps my dog is being well taken care of.” You simply stood and watched with intrigue, the interaction clearly more complex than distinguishable at first glance. Despite their constant verbal jabs and ostentatious insults toward each other, there was a sense of familiarity between the two that was almost palpable to you. They bounced off each other, knowing exactly which buttons to press and which ones to avoid. It was probably a welcome change of tone in contrast to what they had just been through. Your gaze flickered between the two once more, and you couldn’t help but notice how the tension in Chuuya’s shoulders had been released. “Dazai-san?” your voice was level, and both of the men fell silent to give you their attention. You looked at your beloved, then to his ex-partner, then Chuuya, then Dazai again. Mirth swam in your eyes. “I want to thank you for making sure Chuuya was able to return home safely today. Truly, I cannot thank you enough.” You gave a slight bow of your head, and Chuuya looked like he wanted to protest. For once, Dazai didn’t immediately produce a response; he fell silent at your sentiment. This time, a gentler smile curved onto his lips. “Please spare me, Miss,” Dazai began, “Truth be told, I don’t believe I could have made it out without Chuuya’s help either.” The redhead raised his eyebrows. "I'm passing him into your capable hands now. I trust you’ll take good care of him?” Dazai seemed satisfied with the chuckle that slipped from your throat. “You have nothing to worry about,” you replied, “And I trust that your detective agency will treat you well?” “They always have.” Chuuya let out a breath, sharing a look with his partner before turning to face a black passenger vehicle that had pulled up a short distance away. Tinted windows that prevented anyone outside from peeking in; glass, body, and tires that were all bulletproof. It was one of the mafia’s. 

“C’mon Dollface, we should get going. Don’t wanna be here when the press shows up, and the boss is probably dying for me to give him a call,” Chuuya nodded his head in the direction of the car; you brought your hand up to give a small wave to Dazai and the handful of agency members further away who glanced in your direction. You let out a sigh you didn’t know you were holding in, allowing your head to rest on Chuuya’s shoulder as you made your way to the car. You felt like you could finally breathe properly again. The door unlocked with a quiet click. Chuuya swung open the door of the vehicle with his non gloved hand and stepped aside to allow you to enter first. “...Chuu?” you started quietly, taking a step closer to where he stood. “Hm?” he raised an eyebrow. You placed your hands loosely on the back of his neck, fingers intertwined; Chuuya responded by resting his hands on your hips, listening intently.  You could have held more of a grudge. He disappeared overnight without a word, and no one would tell you why. You’d been on edge for three days straight. Hardly even sleeping through the night as you kept up with the news almost obsessively, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. To be able to hold Chuuya close again so easily felt almost surreal. A soft smile creeped into your expression, the corners of your eyes crinkling as you tilted your head to the side. Chuuya’s breath stilled. “I’m just…” you paused for a moment, your voice pouring with sincerity, “I’m really glad you’re back, and that you’re safe.” Chuuya paused for another moment, studying you carefully as an equally tender look came to his face. He glanced to the side for a moment, and let out a disgruntled huff upon discovering that Dazai’s head was still tilted in your direction; he kept a curious eye on the situation from several meters away. Your boyfriend pursed his lips for a moment before snaking one of his hands further around your waist. He plucked his pork pie hat off the crown of his head, and before you had the chance to realize what was going on, you were already being gracefully tilted backwards, forcing your hands to grip onto the lapel of Chuuya’s jacket for support. Everything seemed to still the moment he slotted his lips into yours, holding his hat up to act as a shield from certain prying eyes. You didn’t hesitate to pull him in closer, your lashes fluttering shut as you savored what you felt like you had been missing for an eternity. Chuuya’s eyes were shut in concentration, his heart thrumming with delight at the familiar sensation of your lips molded against his own. Chuuya didn’t pull away until you were both light-headed from the lack of air. Cheeks flooded with warmth, looking at each other as if you were the only two people in the entire world. “I missed you so fucking much, you know that?” Chuuya’s voice was low as he brushed his thumb over your cheek. The two of you stood straight, lingering in each other’s embrace for a moment longer. Chuuya lightly tossed his hat inside the car and once more gestured with his arm out for you to enter first. The satisfied smile on his lips morphed into one of slight perplexion when you didn’t show a reaction, raising your fingertips to brush over your lips. “Chuuya?” you questioned, and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He replied with your name, all the more puzzled when you let out an incredulous chuckle. “Since when are your teeth so sharp?” 

‧˚₊•┈┈┈┈୨୧┈┈┈┈•‧₊˚⊹ a/n: Thank you so much for reading! Have a day/night/morning/evening as lovely as yourself. tagging: @judasgot-it (I noticed that I wrote down that I agreed to tag you for chuuya fics but I can't seem to remember why?? TwT please tell me if this is incorrect! Thank you <3)

[antikr1sta]

Traditional art is my burden

(I spent too long on this)

[j11nko]

heaven sent

[cornflowersandspoons]

Rewatched the Beast movie, got emotional about it, and like... what if... Chuuya self-love self-care??? 🥺🥺🥺 He needs it, he deserves it, he should get it.

Full thingie ⬇️

[doodledoesstuff]

started bsd yesterday and im already halfway through s2 so i needed to draw dazai before smth bad happens bc im sure it will 💀

art by doodle.doestsuff on insta

[the-comfortcorner]

Hey, sweetheart. I heard about what happened. How are you feeling? They were someone you really cared about, weren’t they? I get it. It’s going to hurt for a while, and it won’t ever actually stop, but it’ll get better over time, okay? You have me and your friends to help you through it. Don’t be afraid to rely on us.

-Nakahara Chuuya

[xo-cuteplosion-xo]

Comfort in my lowest moment

My works on Tumblr are here

Synopsis: A drabble where you rely on Dazai in times of need

Character(s): Dazai

Warnings: Suicide reference- Dazai’s typical antics, self-indulgent, meant to be comfort might be a bit angsty instead… Idk

Words: 783

Sitting beneath the stars, gazing where they should be, but were currently locked behind the clouds, your mind wandered. The breeze doesn’t feel harsh on your skin, nor does the air bite at your fingers despite how you tremble. It’s not the weather which shakes your body, nor is it from sudden chills. Another year… to make it so far, how had it been done? Staring down at the ground, your fingers toy with the grass, stiff to your skin, nothing like the sweet melodic words of the books or tales you’ve dived into, there’s no gentle sway, no soft tickle, it itches and pricks against your skin, irritable and annoying. Not even the stars want to show up for you tonight.

What importance is another year when all it means is that you failed…? It may be success to others, being able to sit here today, to be physically here, but… god do you not want to be here. Not with the way your chest sits empty, the way you crave habits you long ditched, or with how you seek validation in the smallest of things. Your hands find their way to your hair tugging on it, one more year… It seems like you say it every year, and still at the end of that year, you’ve found maybe a handful of moments you’re glad to get, but you're greedy. More, more, more, you need more, to feel arms around you, to grab onto you, and to support you. 

Where are your friends? Where is your family? Sure, the texts came through, the ones sent when they forget until the calendar comes up, or you sigh and grumble how you didn’t expect to make it another year. The simple surprised looks and the lies… it’s that special day, but nobody seems to care… yet you see how other friends celebrate with each other… see how they laugh and how they smile… you can't help but wish there was somebody there for you. 

Within the soft images of your brain, the wishing light of a desperate ache for comfort in which you trust nobody to give and not expect to receive something back, you find him, slinky arms coated in cloth, eyes a dull hazel, and watching you without pity. 

Dazai, how many birthdays has it been spent curled up in imaginary feelings, in wishing somebody could be there the way you want; snuggled against your skin? You lean against the grass, welcoming the uncomfortable texture, imagining the scratch of what bandages would be against your skin. His arms wrap around you, they give you warmth, lessen the shaking, and the tears that wanted to drip don’t push from your eyes as the feeling of his hand swipes them away. “Oh, Belladonna…” His voice is calming, it’s gruff but comforting. “Don’t pity yourself… we could always drop together.” Perhaps reflecting with him wasn’t the best. His jokes became your jokes, as unhealthy as it was, they kept you from acting. It kept you from crumbling, knowing there was somebody who understood… even if they were not real. 

He didn’t need to be real for you to cling to the feeling of warmth in your chest to smile slightly. “Double suicide, but how would we do it without troubling those without needing to work at it?” Death causes issues, and causes people to cry and blame themselves. These last two years have been difficult, but he’s been here holding onto you. His fingers stitch your heart together and let you escape into a world that helps keep you from leaving, that’s all that matters. He’d love and love you some more, he can’t leave or abandon you, he can’t forget your birthday or ignore you just to get back at you… he will always be there for you. The comfort of knowing your flaws do not define who you are, and that you can change to be better, all comes from him.

 The touch of cold hands on your cheeks, a thumb rubbing against the skin. “One day… It will happen one day.” His voice never fails to match in your head exactly as it should. He never fails to comfort you. He’s right, one day you’ll find somebody who will do what he does for you. Maybe… that is why you’ve made it this far, yearning to find some reason for living. 

“Yeah… maybe one day…” you whisper, opening your eyes to stare at the empty spot where he should be, a tear sliding down your cheek. None of this seems fair to you, all the pain, everything you feel is wrong with yourself… What reason could all this pain have been for?

[chuunai]

baby daddy nikolai ! who merely stares at you at first when you say you’re pregnant. he didn’t like it at first. a baby would tie him down, lessen the freedom he craved. but he already tied himself to you through love. plus, he could teach the kid to annoy sigma.

baby daddy nikolai ! who complains when there’s no kicks when he places his hand on your belly. it’s dumb that he won’t be able to feel anything until the fifth or so month. often when you’re napping, he’ll prod at your stomach and try and will it to somehow move. if his baby takes after him, it’ll be one energetic little hellion.

baby daddy nikolai ! who gleefully shows off ultrasound photos to fyodor and sigma, excitedly blabbering about the baby to his ‘best friends’. fyodor takes the role of godfather while sigma wisely chooses not to involve himself in the mess. he’s scared too. the clown having spawn? nuh-uh.

baby daddy nikolai ! who steals so much baby stuff from stores. cute plushies, pregnancy pillows, toys, etc. you don’t approve—he doesn’t care. he claims it’s saving money for the kiddo.

baby daddy nikolai ! who insists on your child having a patronymic name. his baby will inherit his ukrainian ancestry, and he doesn’t take no for an answer. this includes him cooking ukrainian dishes for you so the baby can get used to the dishes pre-birth.

baby daddy nikolai ! who decides at the end of the day that this pregnancy is yet another expression of your shared free will. he put the baby in you and you decided to carry it. if that’s not proving his fixation of freedom and escape, then what is?

Tags: @twst-om-lover, @sinfulthoughtsposts, @xxcandlelightxx

[originalartblog]

Now this is what I call a fight!

Based on @whathorselegs' wish/headcanon post, about Atsushi and Chuuya fighting and Atsushi's claws cutting through Chuuya's gravity manipulation. The visual of it gripped me by the throat.

[lotus-pear]

my entry for @seukorei 's dtiys!! congrats on 2k soy <3